Angel Love (5 page)

“
You know it.”

“
Can you be at the Keg
Room, just east of 40
^th
St on Bell Road by two?”

“
Might be a little after.
I’m up in Carefree and I have to drop April off at your
apartment.”

“
Bring her
along.”

I started to respond, but the line was
dead.

“
I glanced at April. Randy
says it’s time for me to play pool and he wants you
along.”

April’s eyes widened and she pointed at
herself. “Me? Does he want me to play pool?”

“
I shrugged. “Search me.
He just said to bring you along.”

The Keg Room set at the end of a small strip
center in northeast Phoenix. Randy was waiting for us and the
minute we walked in, he hurried us into another room and shut the
double doors. I scanned the room and noticed booths around two
sides and two pool tables in the middle.

Randy had a serious look on his face. “I put
this together because you said it sounded like fun, but you don’t
have to go through with it.”

“
It’s what I asked for.
Why, wouldn’t I want to go through with it?”

“
Because it’s not going to
be that lucrative. The beer and brat bunch are not as flush as the
wine and cheese crowd. I only lined up four guys at five hundred
each. I could get more if we allowed spectators at fifty bucks a
head. Some of them might even take a plunge. If you decide to do it
I’ll only take five hundred to pay for the rent of the
room.”

I put the fancy mask on I’d brought and
started to take my clothes off, handing them to April. “Let’s do
it.”

“
Spectators?”

I nodded. “Why not. If I’m going to put on a
show, I need an audience.”

Chapter Five

I
got home at eight, went straight into my bathroom, turned on
the shower, and took off my clothes. Being banged on a pool table
was as April had intimated—a gas. Plus, I wound up making four
grand as two of the twenty-two spectators upgraded their status
from viewer to participant and the owner exchanged the rent for a
turn with me.

I was exhausted. After my shower, I slipped
a satin nightgown on and slipped under the covers. I must have
fallen asleep in seconds.

Sometime later, my eyes
opened from a sensual kiss to my neck. I squirmed as a hand slipped
under my gown above my breast, a solo finger gently plucking my
nipple.
Marc is feeling
frisky
. “Mmm, that feels good.” Teasing my
libido, his hand pulled a strap off my shoulder and the top of my
gown below my breast. I sighed when Marc’s lips slipped over it,
tonguing it, sucking on it. I could feel the thumping of my beating
heart in my ears and the warm stirring of lust between my
legs.

Soon Marc’s hand slid
under the hem of my gown and followed my thigh to the nexus of my
sex. I nearly swooned as his fingers rubbed my clit and delved into
my dewy slit. Despite the sexual marathon I’d been on for three
days, Marc had aroused me enough that I wanted him. My hand
wandered, landing on his naked thigh. His moan teased my nipple as
my hand slid around his torso and grasped his erection, stroking
it. His throbbing cock was ready…and long…
much too long
.

Letting go of the strange cock, I screamed,
but his hand covered my mouth, cutting it short. I smelled my sex
on his hand as a familiar voice whispered, “It’s me.”

Jerking my head away from his hand, I sat up
and clicked on the nightstand lamp. Randy smiled up at me. “I
didn’t mean to startle you.”

I glanced at the clock. Eleven o’clock.
Panic raced through me. “Christ! What are you doing here? My
husband could waltz through that door any minute.”

Randy didn’t appear too concerned as his
hand returned to my womanly lair. “He won’t. Have you ever thought
of divorcing him?”

How odd he would bring
that up.
“How do you know? Why do you
ask?”

“
You must not have read
the note he left on the kitchen counter, saying he was called out
of town on business. He’s fucking around on you, you
know.”

It was hard to concentrate on our discussion
because Randy’s intimate fingers were once more making me randy.
“How do you know?”

“
He was with Beth, one of
my girls last night at the country club and tonight he flew to Las
Vegas with her.”

I never suspected. “So what am I, the
loving, dutiful wife? Unless I missed my count, you and eighteen
other men boffed me in the last two days and to my utter shame, I
loved every minute of it.”

“
That’s right and you know
what?”

“
What?”

“
You’re ready and so is my
cock.” Randy rolled onto his knees, pulled the covers off, then
grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him. He installed a condom,
spread my legs wide and entered me. I shuddered as the length of
him slowly worked it’s way into my slippery channel, stretching me
like no other had. “I love how your tight little cunt sucks at my
cock, sweet. How it squeezes around me as I move in and
out.”

My hands grasped his
shoulders, soft little mewls urging him on.
The pleasure I felt made me whimper. As his driving need
increased the intensity and velocity of his thrusts, my soft
whimpers became moans of delight. The friction of his cock seemed
to soothe the sweet torture embedded in the walls of my pussy. I
was so close, and then the stirrings of a climax blossomed into a
stupefying orgasm. My entire body quaked, my pussy spasming around
his giant cock. Wave after wave of intense currents careened
through me. “Oh, God. Randy,” I yelled, as blood simmered beneath
my skin. Randy continued to thrust through the waves of my orgasm,
catching my throbbing clit on every down stroke. Still shaking from
the aftershocks and residue of my enormous release, Randy pulled
out.

“
What’re you—?“

“
Changing positions. I
haven’t fucked you from behind in seven years.” He rolled me over
roughly, then as if I was as light as a pillow, slid his hands
under my abdomen and lifted my back end to my knees. He spread my
legs a couple feet apart, then alternated between beating my ass
with his heavy, ten inch whip or teasing my dark rosebud with crown
of his cock. Apprehension invaded my mind when he placed the head
of his cock at my hopelessly exposed opening.

“
Tell me, did the prince
fuck you in the ass?”

“
No, he mostly fucked
April. I think he did her in the ass.”

His fingers scooped crème from my dripping
pussy and transferred it to my anus. “What did you do while the
prince fucked April?”

“
Another guy. A guest of
the prince’s named Romano fucked me and yes he sodomized
me.”

The head of his cock probed the rim of my
butt hole. “Did you like it? Would you like me to do it?”

Seconds after I mistakenly replied, “You’re
going to anyway, so go ahead, get it over with,” I felt searing,
tearing pain as he shoved his cock in as far as he could go. I
screamed “Oooh….eeeaah! Oh my God, that hurt.”

“
Angel you know better
than to get smart with me.” I felt some relief and a little
pleasure as he pulled partially out. Then in conjunction with his
next thrust, I endured a vicious, painful slap across my
ass.

“
Oww! What the
fu—“

I gulped in air as a second even harder
smack curled my toes. “Oww…ooh! You’re killing me.” But he wasn’t.
My ass felt warm from his strikes, but my pussy and anus were
hotter and each swat eased the pain of his violent thrusts.

“
I told you don’t get
smart with me.”

A little contrition was in order. ”Sorry.
How far are you in?”

“
Three quarters. Let’s see
if this helps.” He wrapped his other hand around my thigh and
diddled my clit with his fuck-finger. Currents of pleasure emitting
from my clit seemed to alleviate the pain and stress. He retreated
once more, but only a little. Again his palm landed smartly across
my rump, timed with his fourth brutal anal thrust. “Atta girl, I’m
in.”

He rested for a while then slowly began to
move within my ass. It didn’t hurt as much and with each successive
thrust, pleasure emerged. As he stroked my ass, he reached forward
and wrapped a handful of my long blond hair around his fist. He
pulled on my hair, jerking my head back. “I love riding your choice
ass. Tell me, who does your ass and cunt belong to?”

“
You, Randy.”

“
And don’t you forget it.
Now, what are you?”

“
I’m your beautiful
bitch…your money making whore.”

I didn’t have to see his face to know he
smiled. I was no longer in pain. His clever finger continued to
service my pussy and clit, the pain blooming into pure pleasure.
The fact was, sex never seemed sexier or dirtier than with Randy.
My mind drifted to our going away party seven years before in
Vegas.

* * * *

I turned
my face toward the mirrored closet doors and
watched Randy’s reflection as his healthy cock slid in and
out—pummeling me from behind.

“
That’s it Randy, pound my
tailpipe. Oh yeah, Jesus, you feel good. Oh my God, Randy—I’m
coming. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder—harder!” Every nerve ending in
my body screamed with release and pleasure as my anus gripped his
cock while I rode out the waves of a super orgasm. My entire body
quaked as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, and my anus clenched
his cock. A wave of intense pulses shattered through me and light
exploded behind my eyes as the orgasm raced through me, forcing me
to scream out my release.

“
That was spectacular.
What shall we do now?”

With his long cock still buried in my ass,
he snaked his arms between my legs, lifted me into the air and
straightened up. My ass rested on the hilt of his cock and his
large hands rested beneath my thighs, gripping them, spreading them
wide, along with my pussy. He turned toward Tina who was sitting up
riding a john named Rod in a chair. “You want to scarf Angel’s
tasty snatch Mysta?”

“
Sure I love Cin…I mean
Angel’s pussy. Wow, that’s a pretty neat position. Bring her over
here.”

He edged over to Tina. Her tongue licked my
bud and darted into my recess even as she bounced up and down on
Rod’s rod. She also lifted her hands and teased my nipples with her
fingers and all the while Randy boned my ass. The delightfully wild
sensations were coming fast and soon I had another climax, my
fourth of the afternoon.

With Randy still holding me in the same
position, Rod decided he wanted to fuck me. Rod eased over to us
while Randy, his cock in my ass, held me in position. As Rod’s
good-sized shaft glided into my slick recess, I nearly screamed
from the joy I felt. I was so primed, so sexed up that when Rod’s
lips and hands teased my hard nipples, I came in seconds.

That was my first experience with vaginal
and anal penetration. After that, Joe the fourth member of our
five-some, who’d been recuperating from cumming in Tina’s mouth,
fucked me. He wrapped his arms around both of us. We were in a
licentious sandwich and I was the meat. Joe was so excited he
pummeled me as if there were no tomorrow and I had my sixth orgasm.
In a way, there was no tomorrow since Tina and I were scheduled to
fly back to Phoenix in four hours, ending our debaucherous
lifestyle forever—I thought.

Before our going away party/mini orgy ended,
all three men had fucked and been sucked off by both of us. I don’t
know about Tina, but I had, a record for me, seven fantastic
orgasms.

After getting dressed, Randy, standing with
Joe and Rod by the door told us, “I’m going to be downstairs in the
casino with Joe and Rod. I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t leave
without me.”

We nodded dutifully as Randy and the johns
slipped into the hall.

When we were alone we jumped up and down and
hugged each other. “Wow, wasn’t that something? That was a fitting
ending to our two lucrative weeks of wickedness. I have a bottle of
champagne in the mini refrigerator. Shall we have a drink before we
head back to Tempe?”

Tina looked at me with those big brown eyes.
“Sure, but just one glass, we have to catch our plane and I don’t
want to miss it.”

“
Agreed.” After retrieving
and opening the bottle, I poured two glasses in plastic cups.
“Toast, to sex and money.”

Tina laughed, and we clinked glasses. “You
know at first Randy scared me.”

“
I remember.”

“
Well, I’m going to miss
him and his whopper.”

We laughed. “Is that why you didn’t slip
away like you said you would?”

She smiled demurely. “A little. I’ll tell
you on the plane. Let’s get out of here before Randy comes
back.”

* * * *

After Randy had his way with me and dressed,
he flashed a wicked smile. “I love fucking beautiful women in their
marital bed.” Then he threw a dvd on the bed at my bare feet. “If
you want it, there’s your divorce.”

Dressed in his signature black, without
saying another word, like a vampire, he vanished into the
night.

Curious and no longer sleepy, I inserted the
disk into the player-recorder. The first thing I saw was a woman
who must have been Beth, naked except for a mask, sucking on a
cock, with an additional cock to each side waiting for service.
When the camera zoomed out it became apparent the man in the middle
was my errant husband. As she switched to another cock, the scene
ended and picked up with my husband fucking Beth on a poker table.
When the scene switched again, Marc and Beth were fucking in the
very same bed from which I watched the video. For some reason,
though Randy had just fucked me in the same bed, it irritated me. I
couldn’t understand why, but tears rolled down my cheeks. A divorce
was a necessity and I knew it.