Angel Love (4 page)

She seemed close to coming again when Salam
pulled out and moved up to my warm cozy haven. Salam inserted his
pride and pummeled me with earnest. As before, each thrust sent
pleasure tendrils threading through me. Between Salam’s penile
thrusts and April’s sensuous lips and fingers, I was on the edge.
Breathing hard and squirming as I do before coming, I was on the
threshold when a deep masculine voice said, “Isn’t this a sight.” I
glanced over and saw a tall, rather handsome dark haired Latin.
“One beautiful woman isn’t enough for you?”

“
I’ve been waiting for
you?” The prince said, obviously pleased.

“
Ladies this is Romano, a
business partner of mine. I invited him over to make love to the
two most beautiful women in Arizona.

I greeted him, but April kept silent,
“Hi.”

“
Romano, the beautiful
blonde lady on top is Angel Love and the beautiful sandy haired
girl underneath is, April Showers. “

“
Hello, April. Hello,
Angel.”

“
Hello, Romano,” we
responded, at the same time.”

Salam began to stroke me again, but the
orgasm was no longer close. “Ah, old friend. Take your clothes off
and make yourself comfortable.”

As Romano undressed. Salam pulled out of me.
“Ladies, after sampling both of your sweet pussies, They both make
me feel equally wonderful. Angel, why don’t you get off April and
lay side by side so you’re accessible to both of us.”

I rolled off April and we each swung around
lying crossways on the bed.

As soon as I was in position, I was pleased
to see Romano step in between my legs. “No offense April, but I
always wanted to fuck an Angel.”

“
None taken. She’s
beautiful.”

“
Not as beautiful as you.”
I mumbled.

Prince Salam took position between April’s
legs and entered her. “Ladies please. You’re both beautiful. That’s
why I have you here.”

Romano, ran his fingers up my slit, then
licked them. “Boy, are you ready and tasty!”

I watched as he rolled a condom down his
large erection. There was nothing wrong with the prince, but I
planned to enjoy every inch of this handsome creature. With his
manly pride resting at the entrance of my feminine depths, he said.
“I’m going to really dig this.” I sighed as he pushed himself in a
short distance. “Are you ready?”

“
I am and I’m hoping for a
fantastic orgasm from you. Let’s see what you have big
guy.”

I gasped as my pussy walls expanded when he
thrust his thickness into me. “A challenge. I love challenges.”
From that point on, I remained quiet, enjoying the erotic pounding
I received. Romano was the real deal. The only man who ever turned
me on more or fucked me better was Randy.

After his initial thrust,
while still embedded deep inside me, his large hands grasped my ass
and shoved me further onto the bed. He mounted me, his throbbing
blood filled hardness, playing a carnal serenade with my
hungry,
passion-moistened depths as
he
languorously and sensually stroked
me—each stroke titillating my mind with pleasure strands. As his
masculine tongue took possession of my mouth, his talented fingers
wove a magic spell of bliss upon my eager, nipples.

My heat level soared, my heartbeat doubled
and I breathed irregularly. This man, whom I’d never met until five
minutes ago, turned me on like a longtime lover. Suddenly,
everything we did slowed and I seemed trapped in an amatory fog.
Our moans grew distorted and the lascivious sensations I felt
strengthened as my mind seemed to ignore my body and concentrated
on my erogenic zones. There wasn’t a smidgeon of drugs in my
bloodstream and yet my lust inspired stupor seemed almost
drug-like.

I don’t know, how long we
fucked. The achy sweetness, seemed endless.
It seemed like hours, but could have been minutes. What I do
know is Romano had brought me to the edge of ecstasy and was about
to deliver a staggering orgasm. It came upon me gradually, the
individual sensations from my pussy and clit coalescing with those
from my breasts, neck and mouth, merging into a single continuous
wave. “Oh fuck, Romano, I’m coming.” He winced as my stiletto
tipped fingers dug into his back and scalp. “Oh, yeah, baby, don’t
stop.”

The second tier of my
orgasm was amazing. My pussy rippled along his length, sucking at
him as I erupted into a ball of screaming pleasure.
Waves of delight lapped against my mind like an
unchangeable tide. Radiance exploded behind my eyes as pure ecstasy
raced through me, and I continued to scream out my gratification
for the world. Adding to the moment, April’s scream of joy singed
my ears. I bucked, I arched, I thrashed, I shrieked and then,
except for a couple pleasure shudders, it was over.

It was dark when we left with thirty
thousand dollars. My share was seventy-five hundred, tax-free.
Roughly, two thousand per hour. The prince was so pleased he let us
keep our costumes, including the jewelry. Apparently, the
mysterious Romano was very important to him. If the necklace I’d
worn wasn’t costume jewelry, it was probably worth more than the
thirty thousand we had to split. Needless to say, we both were
tickled with the events of the day.

“
I’m hungry shall we get
something to eat?” April ventured.

“
I’d love too, but I
haven’t been home much and I don’t want to make Mark
suspicious.”

We rode in quiet for awhile, then she asked,
“Do you love him?”

Do I?
“It’s funny you should ask. I’ve been wondering that
myself.”

More silence then, “If you don’t love him
you should get divorced.”

Do I want to stay married
to Marc?
I ruminated on what she’d said.
The thought startled me, but demanded an answer. Could I even
continue being a pleasure lady and stay married? Was it even
possible? Doubtful. Do I still love him? Doubtful.

We’d grown apart during the last two years,
when he started doing things without me—like last night’s poker
party when he was out past one-thirty. God knows when he came home.
I never did find out.

“
Well, here we are.” She
pulled into the circle drive of our lavish two-acre estate. “Think
about what I said.”

I opened my door a few inches. “I will. Good
night.” I grabbed my bag of goodies and opened the door a little
more.”

“
Angel.”

I turned back toward her. “Yes.”

April leaned over the console. Her elegant
hands reached out, fingers fanning out over my cheeks, drawing my
mouth to her beautiful, luscious lips. She kissed me as if we were
lovers, deep and passionate. Her smooth feminine tongue roved my
mouth exciting me. Once more, my ever-glowing ember of passion
burst into a flame of desire. Then she pulled away, a tear running
down her cheek. “I love you.”

This show of emotion was unexpected. “I love
you, too.”

“
Remember, you have a new
family now. You don’t need Marc.”

She closed her beautiful brown eyes as I
smiled and rubbed her cheek. “Does Randy have anything going
tomorrow?”

She shook her head one time. “I don’t think
so.”

“
Good, let’s spend the day
together. For starters, we’ll luxuriate the morning away in the
spa. My treat. How does that sound?”

“
Dreamy.”

“
Good. I’ll call you in
the morning. In the meantime, do me a favor and keep my Arabian
goodies. I don’t need Marc quizzing me about them.”

“
All right.”

Chapter Four

I
walked in the front entrance at nine o’clock. A quick check
told me Marc wasn’t home. Exhausted from two straight days of
overwhelming sex, I decided to call it a night. Tomorrow, I would
take the jewelry I’d inherited from Prince Salam to my jeweler for
an appraisal. After donning a short, black and pink, lacy nighty, I
slid between the satin sheets. I wondered,
do I really want to be married?

Yawning, I rolled over, deciding to postpone
an answer until I’d rested.

Morning came sooner than I would’ve liked.
Sitting up I stretched my arms then rubbed the detritus from my
eyes. I glanced at the clock—seven-thirty—then grabbed the phone,
dialed and made a reservation at my favorite luxury spa. Next, I
called April. Funny, how I thought of her as April now. I guess
Helen and Cynthia were as boring and outdated as our previous
lives.

“
Hello?”

“
It’s me. Are you up? I
made reservations at The Golden Door for nine.”

“
I’m up now. Randy kept me
up until one but I’ll be fine.”

“
Good, I’ll pick you up in
thirty minutes.”

As promised, I picked April up in my Honda
2000S convertible and we headed the fifteen miles up Scottsdale
road to the Boulders and The Golden Door Spa.

Wearing terry cloth towel wraps, we walked
into the massage/scrub area. A cheerful smile met us in the form of
Deb. “Hi, what can I do for you ladies?”

I smiled back. “We’d both like salt scrubs
before we go in the sauna.”

“
Great. We’re short handed
so can I scrub one of you at a time.”

“
You go first Angel,”
April suggested.

I nodded. After removing my wrap, I sat on
the massage table and reclined on to my back.

Deb, laid a glob of salt on my abdomen and
began to spread it around vigorously. After doing my body, she
scooped out another gob and split it between my two thighs
spreading it over both legs and feet. “Okay, if you’ll roll over,
I’ll get your backside.”

After I rolled over, she replicated what
she’d done on the front of my torso. After Deb finished, I went in
the shower while April received her salt scrub.

Even though all the salt washed off me
quickly, I waited for April to catch up. Following a short wait,
April joined me and after another minute, we were ready for the
sauna. Being a weekday, only one other woman was in there. Nodding
to her, we entered the medium sized, wood paneled room and relaxed
on a bench on the opposite side of the room.

Twenty minutes of the hot sauna was all
April could take. After taking another shower, we visited the
therapeutic whirlpools. There were three whirlpools and a swimming
pool. We got in a spa and relaxed. Once again, April couldn’t stand
the heat and jumped in to pool to cool off. I followed her and when
I caught her, we swam a few laps.

After drying off, we returned to Deb to get
a massage. Once more, I preceded April. Before she laid a finger on
me, her gaze scrutinized my nakedness. I frowned questioningly. She
shook her head. “Don’t mind me. Being someone whose job entails
seeing and touching naked people, I can’t help but admire you and
your friend’s perfect bodies. It’ll be a pleasure massaging
you.”

I really had no idea how to respond so I
merely thanked her, “Thank you. I think Helen would agree, it takes
a lot of work.”

April, who had been reading Cosmopolitan,
looked up and smiled at the use of her real name. “Yes, I used to
exercise one to two hours a day. However, lately I’ve found that
lots of sex accomplishes the same thing.” She smiled coyly.

After squirting massage oil on my chest, Deb
began to knead my shoulders. “You have sex two hours a day?”

April grinned. “Often more. It really is
good exercise.”

Deb frowned. “I know, but how do you
accomplish that?”

She laughed. “My boyfriend takes care of
that. He sees that I get all the sex I can handle.” She winked at
me and smiled.

After Deb’s talented fingers massaged my
shoulders neck, arms and chest, she paused with her hands just
above my breasts. “I should ask you. Would you prefer that I avoid
your modest areas?”

I smiled at her euphemism for erogenous
zones. “Not really, April and I are here to relax, so do what ever
you like.”

Deb smiled. “So be it.”

Once Deb finished April’s massage, we
dressed and I took my friend next door to the clubhouse and their
brand new restaurant, Latilla, for lunch. As usual, the sun was out
and the temperature was a balmy seventy-five degrees, so we
requested outside seating. The hostess gave us a table near a kiva
and a spectacular view down the fairway.

The waitress brought water, introduced
herself, took our drink order and left. Seconds later, her helper
brought a basket of breads.

As I buttered a slice I’d selected, April
asked me. Have you asked Randy about the gynecologist and pool
table gang bangs?”

“
Yes and one
more.”

April’s brow’s rose and her head leaned
sideways. “What’s that?”

“
I’m not sure if it’ll
even work. I’ll tell you about it after we do it. What about you?
You were going to tell me about what Randy is arranging for
you?”

“
Oh, it’s not that big a
deal, but I am intrigued by the idea?”

I dipped my head as an invitation to
continue, but before she could, our salads arrived. She took a bite
of her salad, followed by a sip of iced tea. As soon as she started
to speak, her phone rang. She scrambled and answered it. “Yes
Randy?”

“
Yes as a matter of fact
we’re having lunch together.”

After a couple seconds, she handed the phone
to me. “Yes, Randy?”

“
I’ve been trying to get a
hold of you. Don’t you have your phone with you.”

“
I’m sorry, I must have
left it in my car. What do you need?”

“
Oh nothing much, I have a
pool game set up with a few fellows in an hour. You’d like to play
right?”