Angela rolled over and mounted Andrew. She began to ride him hard and fast. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, panting breathlessly. This was a holy fuck, blessed by their compatibility and devotion. Andrew gripped her wonderful thighs, looking up at the angel who glorified his dick. He stared at her sweaty naked form, as if to capture it in his memory. He had waited so long to savor her body. As she rode him her body twisted in little circles, increasing the sensation. Her head was thrown back, and her body arched, exposing its beauty. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, lifting his hips to drill her harder.
She moaned loudly, “Oh, baby …” Her moans retreated into a series of rhythmic, shallow breaths. Then, her body trembled uncontrollably for a few minutes as she rotated her hips and relished the delights of her orgasm. She climaxed over and over again so that the whites of her eyes rolled into view.
For Andrew it was such a satisfactory moment when he unloaded his sticky love juices inside of her, after having blasted her senses to the orgasmic beyond. To think, they would have six more days as rewarding as this, and a lifetime of it thereafter.
Chapter 2
Nine months had passed since their wedding. Angela and Andrew had long since moved into their new home. They lived in a cozy two story house, which had not been too difficult to secure, seeing as Andrew was an architect. This being the case, the house was well furnished to complement the traditional-looking building, which had decorative square windows and stylish wooden beams at the front, alongside a sun shade.
Bougainvilleas grew up the side of the house in huge bundles. Deep red, pink and coral. The sun poured down, and a variety of birds twittered filling the warmth with song. It was, as usual, a beautiful day. Angela was around the back, fetching some sheets she had left to air in the sun when she heard someone calling her name. She looked around to see her neighbor, Denise.
“Oh Angela, it's so nice to see you out and about.”
Angela forced a smile, “Yes, just getting a few things done around the house.”
“Well, that's good. I was wondering when Andrew was going to let the rest of us get to see you. But I understand. With you two being newly married, he must have been keeping you occupied.” Denise winked and gave a girlish giggle.
Angela tried to laugh at the insinuation. If only it were true...
“Um, Denise, when you and Dave got married,” she lowered her voice a little, “did... you two have more sex or less?”
Denise looked at Angela incredulously, “Less sex? Angela, 'tall. By the first year I felt like a pony with the constant riding.”
Angela bit her lip as Denise enthusiastically relayed some of the details of her sex-life with her husband. They sounded so unencumbered and wholesome and unabashed. Not at all like the tameness; the boring routine sex she was getting used to with Andrew. And even that was rare! It was as if, once married, he had relegated sex to a marital duty; an infrequent one at that! Angela quickly snapped out of her daydream when she realized her friend was trying to regain her attention.
“Hmm?”
“I was just saying it was very exciting, but we were younger then. To be honest, Dave is energetic no wah. Every now and then he'll bust out his tools and try to rekindle the old days. He gives me little to complain about in that department. But hear me running off ma mouth, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Judging by how little I see you, Andrew must be peppering you up.” Denise let out another hearty laugh.
“Um, yeah... for sure.” replied Angela, her lack of exuberance surely showing.
Angela didn't have the heart or the energy to correct Denise's assumptions. Denise and Dave had been together for fifteen years and had their first child out of wedlock. They had been very liberal when it came to sex; it was one of the reasons Angela like them so. But how could Angela confess the truth? How could she tell her dear friend and neighbor, Denise, that all was not what it seemed in her own marriage?
Andrew was a great provider. He was honest and considerate. His charity and principles were first rate. It was he that had; insisted they wait for marriage to have sex. Now Angela wished her husband wasn't so... saintly. Andrew wasn't enthusiastic to explore his sexual opportunity the way a good husband ought to. His tastes were simple and unadventurous. Every time it was missionary. And even those times were few and far between. This drove Angela almost insane. How could a man with such well-crafted proportions and endowment not feel compelled to indulge?
Angela loved her husband, but sometimes she wished he would just put down his bible, bend her over, and insert some firewood into her furnace. She didn't sign up as his wife to be deprived of marital bliss. Sometimes she wondered if he still found her attractive. Or if there was something wrong. But then she remembered their wedding night and how he had completely devoted himself to satisfying her. She sighed wondering if she'd have to wait until their anniversary to get that level of devotion again.
Chapter 3
It was a Saturday. Angela walked through the streets of St. John’s attending to errands. She had worn her stretchy skinny jeans that hugged her buttocks and emphasized its shapeliness. Her tight blouse revealed her ample bosom. Feeling a little self-conscious about the way she was dressed, she reminded herself that a woman likes to feel sexy from time to time, spouse or no spouse.
Coincidentally, with her thoughts on her appearance, she heard a camera flash nearby. She looked around and realized someone had just taken a picture of her. Stopping in her tracks, she turned to examine the photographer. He was a tall Caucasian guy with a fedora hat and sunglasses. He didn't quite look like a tourist, yet he had a crisp look about him and sported designer wear. Angela watched as he approached her.
“Sorry if I startled you. I’m Wallace Bourne. I work for an up-and-coming Caribbean magazine and I just had to have a picture of you. I hope you don't mind.” He grinned a lopsided smirk, his green eyes twinkling.
Angela couldn’t help feeling a little flattered. And tickled. “Uh no. It's cool, I guess.”
“Great. What's your name if you don't mind my asking?”
“Um, Angela.” She wasn’t usually shy, but suddenly Angela was finding herself tongue-tied.
“Ah. Angela. That's a nice name. Say, Angel, do you mind if I take a few more photos of you? I have a studio set arranged right across the street.” He pointed to the door. “It would make my day to get photos of a glorious angel such as yourself.” He smiled and she laughed a little, charmed at the idea.
He had her laughing now. “Well, when you put it that way … sure!”
Wallace took her hand and led her across the street. The store they entered was lined with magazines, books, journals, and photo equipment. Wallace hailed the attendants and made his way around the back where, lo and behold, a picturesque set for a photo shoot awaited. There was a green screen on the wall with two light stands set up.
“Wow!” exclaimed Angela, “I've never been on a set like this before.”
Wallace faked a gasp of disbelief, “With a body like that, you should be centerfold of every beauty magazine.”
Angela blushed. Silly as she felt, her heart fluttered a bit. “So where do you want me?”
“Just stand in front of the green screen and I'll take some warm-up photos.”
Angela did as she was told. She began posing and Wallace started snapping pictures. While he moved around her, he occasionally used his hands to align her body in the sexy position he required, causing little electric sensations to course through her body. Ohmygod, I’m like a silly teen-ager she told herself.
As she posed and he snapped, conversation flowed easily. Angela found herself feeling beautiful and interesting again. Wallace seemed fascinated by her. Through conversation, Angela learned that he was a thirty-two year-old Danish citizen, here doing photography for a travel magazine. He was divorced with no children, and hoped to settle in this beautiful, warm country.
Finally, after a dozen shots, Wallace stepped closer. He ran his hands up her stomach, s
topping to cradle the small of her back. approached What was he doing? His fingers strayed lightly to her breasts. She couldn’t help it. Her whole body tingled. She felt her nipples harden as he caressed them, looking at her with adoration.
She felt her juices begin to flow. The pulsating sensation in her vagina alarmed her. For a moment she stood, breathless and flushed. Angela shook her head. No! I can’t do this! And she broke away.
“What do you think you're doing? I'm a married woman!” She observed his lack of concern.
His voice was deep and sexy. “I’m sorry. You’re just so temping! You may be married, but I don't get the impression that you're... fully satisfied.”
A wave of apprehension and guilt washed over Angela, “I'm leaving.”
As she turned to leave, she heard Wallace's words chasing her. “Angel, I'll be right here if you ever want your picture taken... or anything else.”
With one final gulp Angela left the establishment.
Chapter 4
It was a hot, sultry Sunday morning. Just home from church, Angela sat across from Andrew at the table. She watched as he read the newspaper and sipped warm mint tea. He seemed to be in a world of his own. Angela dabbled on her phone, though her mind was elsewhere. It had been a week since she’d had the encounter with the photographer and she still had not said a word of it to Andrew. But should she? Was it worth jeopardizing her marriage over a fleeting lapse in judgment?
Angela felt her hand drop from her jaw to her breast, and she immediately dropped it into her lap when she realized what was going through her mind. Damn it! Why had it taken a total stranger to get her aroused? She wanted Andrew to man up and handle her body, not Wallace! Now she was stuck trying to convince herself that Andrew would soon assert himself and fuck her the way she deserved. But a quick glance across the table told her otherwise. Without warning, she stood up.
“Where are you going?” Andrew inquired.
“Oh, I'm going to head to the grocery store to get a few things. You want anything?”
“No, I'm good.” His eyes didn't leave the newspaper. “Are you sure you want to go out dressed like that?”
Angela looked down at the long one-piece blue dress that hugged her hips and bosom, “I'll be fine. See you in an hour or so.” With that, she made her way out the door.
Since she had the car on this occasion, Angela parked in the plaza and once again began exploring the streets of St. John’s. Occasionally she would stop at a haggler to ask the price of goods. All in all, she really stood out in her busty attire, so she wasn't surprised when she heard a familiar voice cooing in her ear.
“Well if it isn't Angel face. I wonder what you could be doing back in this neck of the woods. Is there anything I can assist you with? I'm sort of a... hands on kind of guy.”
Angela turned to face Wallace. He had a smug look on his face. She shot him a sharp look, disarming him where he stood.
“I'm perfectly capable of finding what I want, thank you very much,” she snapped.
“Geez, why so testy? I just came over to ask if you'd give me another chance to add you to the magazine. I'm sure our readers would love to get a look at you.”
“And what makes you think I'd let you after the stunt you pulled last time?”
“Stunt? You're overreacting. But if I offended you, I apologize.”
Angela stood and listened to Wallace's long narrative. He pleaded with her and assured her he would behave himself. He didn't stop until he was certain he had gotten his point across. Angela had to giggle at his little-boyish way as he dropped to his knees to beg her.
“So what do you say? Can we have another try?”
Angela looked at the outstretched hand. She then sighed heavily, “Fine, but just this one time.”
A devious grin uncurled on Wallace's face as he began leading Angela away.
*
Angela found herself back in the same photo studio. She was so busy checking out how much the place had changed since her last visit that she didn't even notice Wallace closing the door behind her.
“So how are we going to do this?” she asked.
“Well how about we start with this thing right here...”
Angela turned around. There stood Wallace with his pants down and his huge penis standing at full attention. Angela stared at it for a second and gulped. Wallace walked slowly over to her. Soon he was inches away from her face, his dick rubbing up against her dress.
She felt the breath knocked out of her. “Wallace, y-you said that you would behave yourself.”
“And I fully intend to. I won't do anything you don't want me to do.”
With that, he lowered his head and placed his lips on hers. Her resistance was slight, and lessened as she felt his tongue in her mouth and his hand fondling her breast. A moan escaped her lips, and she broke the kiss.
“Wallace, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Just go with it.”
He lifted her up and carried her over to a desk in the corner. Sitting her on the desk, he kissed her deeply. She felt herself softening, losing the will to resist. He pulled her to stand between his thighs. Wrapping his hands around her, firmly spanning her large butt cheeks with his palms he gave them a squeeze. Finally, he grabbed the hem of her dress and hoisted it above her waist. Wallace could not believe his eyes. Angela was not wearing any panties whatsoever. He felt compelled to capitalize on this discovery. Lifting her onto the table, he bent towards her, smothering her thighs with feathery kisses, and little sucking motions with his lips. Laying her back, his mouth began to search her vagina, whipping his tongue around to explore every crevice. She moaned and writhed there on the hard table. His tongue penetrated her cave, drawing intricate circles along the walls inside. Then, flicking down to her clit it dipped and swooped. She felt the muscles contracting deep within her loins, sending an electric sensation all the way up to her breasts. Her hips twitched, making her pelvis thrust forward grinding into his agile, experienced tongue.
Gently lifting her from the table Wallace bent Angela over it, leaving her pussy fully exposed from the rear. He wasted not another minute. She was so deliciously wet! He guided himself inside her, and began slamming up against her. Angela's voice echoed as she felt Wallace's dick filling her with excitement. It was so good. And so deep. She had almost forgotten what it was like to just let go and be lost in thrill of a good fuck. She remained sprawled on the desk, listening to the melody that Wallace's dick made as he perpetuated her pussy. He was so big and his thrust was powerful. She had dreamed of being fucked like this.
“So you were playing me all along,” Wallace announced as he pounded her. “Making me beg when you wanted to be fucked. Well, take it! Take – every – inch!” He increased his pace, gripping her by the arch of her back. “I bet your husband never fucks you like this.”
Angela tried to speak while panting, “Just... shut up and fuck me.”
At this Wallace paused and began moving in and out out her very slowly, “What was that? I can only finish fucking you if you say it louder.”
She could feel his cock teasing her. She bit her lip in sexual frustration and rubbed her knees together, “Damn it, I said to hurry up! I want you to fuck me!” She then added a “please.”
And so, Wallace resumed drilling her with deep and powerful strokes that rocked her body and sent waves across her skin making her tingle. Oh what she wouldn't give to be fucked like this everyday.
Soon, Wallace pulled out and told her to suck him. She obeyed. She was completely under the spell of his magic rod. Wallace stood with his camera in his hand, taking pictures as he stuffed his cock in her mouth. She looked like she was trying to swallow a hot dog in one bite. She didn't care; she loved how he tasted. She continued working her mouth until he drained his fluids down her throat. God it was intense. But now that it was over, her return home sprang into her mind, and suddenly she felt dirty, both inside and out.
*
“Hey,” greeted Andrew, “where are the groceries?”
Angela blinked, puzzled for a moment. “Groceries? Oh! Yeah, I forgot. I ran into... an old friend, and we kind of just lost track of time.” She could hear herself! She sounded so deceitful!
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