4 comments/ 35662 views/ 1 favorites Angela's Way Ch. 01 By: Lustin Kink Angela Roy lived the fairy tale life. She shared a large house on an enormous piece of property with her husband, Patrick. She drove a Jaguar XJS, enjoyed a membership to Whispering Pines which was the most exclusive country club in the area and she no longer had to work because Patrick had been so successful in his career. She wasn't the "stay at home and do nothing" kind of wife. She volunteered her time to the Big Sister program and was very active with the United Way. She and her husband also financed Creative Playgrounds that were installed at three local elementary schools. She spent many hours on the tennis courts at "The Pines", as it's called by its members. She had everything she could want, except children. It was determined by five doctors that she had seen that she was incapable of becoming pregnant. She sometimes thought of it as penance for all of the good fortune that she and Patrick have enjoyed. This is why she donated so time and money to other children. Patrick and Angela were married right out of college. Patrick got in on the ground floor of an area telecommunications company and Angela used her savings to open a small flower shop. Before the two were successful at their chosen career paths, they lived in a small apartment in a less desirable part of town. Patrick climbed the corporate ladder like a monkey on steroids and Angela's floral business grew like, well, wildflowers. Ten years later Patrick was earning a very comfortable salary and Angela decided to sell the business. It had gotten to be bigger than she ever anticipated and she decided it was time to sell and retire. Now, twenty years after they were married, Patrick is Vice President of the company and they happily live an extremely comfortable life. Over the past eight or nine months Angela's total happiness began to wane. Patrick interest in their sex life died. Angela began to think it was her. For a forty two year old woman she was in fantastic shape. She played tennis regularly at The Pines and her yoga has helped her in numerous ways, mentally and physically. This problem with their sex life ate at her. She regularly thought back to the days when they lived in that shabby little apartment and had sex constantly. There were even some nights when they would be sitting on the fire escape smoking some grass and they could see into Rich and Becky's neighboring apartment window and watch them go at it. She always secretly believed that Rich and Becky knew they were there. As close as the two of them were, she never admitted the voyeuristic episodes to Becky. Now and again, Angela wondered what happened to them. One day, Angela decided that she was going to have to be the one to put the zing back in their sex life. After Patrick left for work, she went downtown and bought this sexy little undergarment ensemble to surprise him with. It was made of a sheer white lace and was extremely skimpy. The top was a strapless bra with cups that covered the undersides of her breasts up the bottoms of her areolas and only a lace fringe across the top to cover her nipples. The top most edges of her areolas were completely exposed. The bottom piece wouldn't even qualify as a thong. The front was just wide enough to cover her pussy and sheer enough to let the dark hair surrounding it be seen. The string that rested between her buttocks was about as thick as dental floss and was totally invisible when she wore it. Her plan was to go down to her husband's office on the pretense that she was joining him for lunch. They wouldn't leave his office, of course. She planned on fucking him right there on his desk. Angela's Way Ch. 01 "Oh, Angela." Jason sighed when he felt the warmth of Angela's mouth on his dick. She took her mouth from his throbbing member, stroked his rod and looked up at him. "No, Jason, I'm Mrs. Roy." "Yes, Ma'am." Jason replied wanting to feel the humid heat of her mouth on his prick again. Angela obliged and took his entire cock in her mouth. Jason watched as her lips slid up and down on him. He couldn't believe this was happening. The beautiful wife of a very influential member of the Pines was squatted in front of him sucking on his cock. The camera didn't miss the smile that crossed his face. His hands went to Angela's head and he pulled them away again. He didn't want her to know how badly he wanted to hold her head there and jam his dick into her throat. "Do you want to fuck my mouth, Jason?" asked Angela, briefly taking her attention away from his rod. The ecstasy of her mouth on him had caused his prick to turn a light shade of purple. "Yes, Mrs. Roy. I do want to fuck your mouth." "Then do it. Go ahead and fuck my mouth." Instantly Jason did as he was told. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pushed his cock in until the tip of her nose was tickled his pelvis. The microphones around the room heard the slurping sounds from Angela's mouth as Jason fucked it long and hard. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Her hand slipped inside her panties and massaged her clit. At first she wasn't sure if it would, but the feeling of Jason controlling her like that excited her. Now she wanted this boy to eat her. When Jason felt Angela's hands push on his belly, he released her hair and pulled his cock from her mouth. She stood and kissed him deeply. The head of his stiff rod pushed on her clit as she pulled him close. While kissing him she carefully turned him so his back was to the mirror behind Patrick's desk. She dragged her fingernails down his back and wrapped her hands around his buttocks. His cock nested itself between her legs and applied the slightest pressure on her swelling lips and labia. She held him tight and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Now, Jason," she said like a mother making a request to a small child, "I would like you kneel down and eat my pussy. I want to know how good your tongue is." "Yes, Mrs. Roy." said Jason, obediently dropping to his knees. After Jason pulled her panties off of her, Angela spread her feet slightly apart and drew her pussy lips open with the tips of her fingers to expose the pink flesh of her clit and labia. She watched Jason as his mouth covered her twat. Her thighs shuddered when Jason's tongue pressed her juicy nub. She held her pussy open while Jason licked her clit, slipped his tongue into her and pulled at her labia with his lips. He repeated these motions over and over again. As the camera witnessed Angela standing in the middle of the room with Jason keeling before her like a disciple praying to a goddess, she stared straight into the mirror at the image that would be caught on tape. Looking dead at where the camera lens would be, Angela smiled from the pleasure of Jason's mouth feasting on her flowing twat. She slowly rolled her head from side to side never losing her smile. She released her lips and put her fingers, now slick with her own fluid, to her nipples. Still staring into the camera, she pulled and pinched them. Jason slipped two fingers into her creamy hole. His fingers hooked and found her g-spot. "Oh, yes. That's the spot, Jason. That's the spot. Oh, please, keep doing that." said Angela between her gasps. Each time the tips of Jason's fingers grazed her hot spot, her torso involuntarily jerked forward. His tongue worked furiously on her clit. His fingers were swimming in the elixir that flowed from her throbbing twat. Jason took Angela's clit between his lips and sucked hard. He pressed her g-spot with Herculean force and the orgasm slammed through her like a runaway train. Her legs started to shudder and she grabbed his head, pushing him into her steamy crotch. "Eat me, Baby. Yes, eat me!" Angela screamed while the waves of orgasm washed over her. "Mmmmmmm, Mmmmm, Aaaaaaah! Oh, yes Baby! Eat me!" Jason's fingers clenched onto Angela's ass while she writhed her hips and held his face buried in her snatch. Her flavor filled his mouth and her body went rigid from the climax and then relaxed once it had subsided. She released his head and plunked herself down on the floor. Jason crawled up to her and kissed her again. His lips tasted of her pussy and, damn, she tasted good. Once the last few spasms in her groin and legs passed, she took Jason's hand and led him to one of the leather armchairs. Angela pulled the chair away from the front of the desk and towards the center of the room. She sat Jason in the chair and his cock stood at attention. After giving the camera a sneaky smile, she got to her knees in front of Jason took his balls in her mouth. Jason watched her as she juggled his balls with her tongue and he started stroking his raging hard on. He was amazed that this beautiful older woman wanted him this way. "Please Mrs. Roy, suck me. I want your mouth again. Please, suck on my cock." Jason begged. After giving him a sweet smile, Angela slowly took the head into her mouth. Once her lips passed the ridge of his head she caressed the tip of it with her tongue. Jason moaned and let his head loll backward. Angela could feel the throbbing of his rod as she stroked his shaft and slid her lips up and down on the head of his prick. Her hand fell from his shank and she slowly slid her mouth all the way down to the base of his prick. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh, yes Mrs. Roy. You are so good. You are the best!" Jason proclaimed. She stopped briefly to look up at him and smile again then she went back to it. The camera watched the back of Angela's head slowly bobbing up and down on the young man's cock. A smile crept across Jason's face and without even realizing, he stared right into the camera. Jason caressed Angela's hair as she worked him. Her tongue pressed the underside of his dick with every stroke. Once she could taste his precum she moved a little faster. The feeling of taking his whole cock in her mouth was extraordinary for Angela. Patrick is longer and she could never do it with him. Her hand went to her damp clit and started rubbing. Her pace on his prick was faster yet and she moaned from the pleasure on her pussy. With one last long slow draw on Jason's rod, Angela took her mouth from his cock, looked up and asked, "Do you have a condom?" "Yes, Ma'am. In my wallet." "Get it, I want you inside me." Jason smiled and practically leaped from the chair. Angela stood and stepped to the front of Patrick's desk. She crossed her legs and ran her hands over her belly and breasts. Not taking his eyes from Angela's body, Jason fumbled with the packet and managed to tear it open. When the condom was in place, Angela turned around and bent over Patrick's desk. "Now fuck me, Jason. Fuck me." she ordered while looking straight up at the mirror and into the camera behind it. Jason put his hands on her waist and slowly slid his cock into her welcoming pussy. Her lips were slick with her lube and his dick slid into her smoothly and easily. The wide girth of his cock was very apparent in the smallest amount of discomfort Angela felt until she became accustomed to his size. She watched his face in the mirror and his expressions of ecstasy aroused Angela more than she already was. Jason continued to slip his prick in and out of her keeping a moderate tempo, but she wanted more. "I said fuck me, Jason. Now fuck me hard!" The effect Angela's statement had was akin to the effect a starter's pistol has the one hundred meter dash. Jason sunk his fingernails into Angela's waist and hammered his cock into her slippery snatch. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of Patrick's desk while Jason mauled her pussy. "That's what I want!" she screamed, "Fuck me hard!" Jason grabbed one of Angela's shoulders for leverage to jam his pole into her. "Is this hard enough, Mrs. Roy?! Am I fucking you hard enough?!?!?!" Jason screamed, again staring right into the mirror and totally unaware of what was watching from behind. "Harder, you little shit, fuck me harder!" Jason pile drove his cock into her swollen and throbbing cunt as hard as he could. He looked down to see his prick pistoning in and out of Angela's glistening pink twat. Each time he slammed his cock home her ass jiggled. Looking in the mirror he could see her tits bouncing and swinging with every pump of his rail into her soggy cooze. He also saw, between her facial contortions caused by the drilling she was getting, that she was staring into the mirror smiling. He also noticing she wasn't smiling at him. "Oh, Jesus! Mrs. Roy, I'm going to cum!" Jason bellowed and instantly Angela has an idea for the perfect finish to her show. "Do you want to cum on my tits, Jason? Hmmmm? Do you want to shoot your sticky load all over my tits?" she asked him while looking at him in the mirror and wearing a sinister smile. He didn't answer. He just drew his cock from her throbbing cunt and yanked the condom from his prick. Angela quickly squatted down in front of him and started jerking on his dick. "C'mon, Jason, c'mon. Give Mrs. Roy your cum. Give it to me!" she uttered through clenched teeth. Jason threw his head back and moaned loud and long. The first shot of his jism hit Angela square on the lips. She recoiled from the surprise of it but quickly licked it away. It tasted delightful. Jason hurled four more spurts of his steamy load onto Angela's chest. Her tits were covered in droplets of his sweet cum. His whole body shuddered when she licked up a drop of cum that was clinging to the head of his cock. Jason fell back into the armchair. His head hung back. He was totally spent. Angela stood in front of the mirror (and camera) and looked at the cum that coated her tits. She methodically wiped cum from her chest with her fingers and licked them clean. She did this until there was none left. Then she nonchalantly put her robe back on, sat at Patrick's desk and reached underneath it to shut off the camera. It was absolutely perfect. It couldn't have gone better if she had written a script. She reached into one of Patrick's desk drawers, Pulled out a checkbook and wrote a check to Jason for $150.00. In the memo she wrote "servicing". "Here you go Jason." she said while holding the check out to him. "What?" he replied, picking his up head from hanging over the back of the chair. "Here you go. It's your check." "But, you don't want me to stay Mrs. Roy?" "No, Jason, I don't." she responded and Jason looked hurt by the answer. He took the check and got dressed. Angela sighed. "Look, Jason, I don't love you. I just wanted to fuck you. You're a nice kid but I'm a married woman and I love my husband." "If you love your husband, Mrs. Roy, then what was this all about? Shouldn't it have been him here?" "You're right Jason. It should have been him. I'm working on that." Angela answered Jason's questions with a tone of exasperation in her voice which made Jason understand that she had a void which needed filling and he was the one to fill it. "Have a good afternoon Mrs. Roy. I had an absolutely wonderful time." "So did I Jason, so did I." replied Angela. Now she was smiling again. "Oh, and Jason?" she called after him as is walked through the study doors and into the hall. "Yes, Ma'am?" he responded while poking his head back into the room. "If you breathe a word of this to anybody, and I mean anybody, I will find out about it and you will never, ever have me again. Am I clear?" "Clear as crystal Ma'am." was his reply with a grin from ear to ear. Angela believed she heard a faint "Woo-Hoo" from outside before the engine of Jason's van started up. She smiled and shook her head. The sound of Jason's van faded as he drove away from the house. Angela's day wasn't over. She had an errand to run. She went up to the master bath to shower again. She could still smell Jason's scent on her and now that the deed was done, having another man's smell on her made her uncomfortable. She was glad she had the sense to make him wear a condom. She didn't think she would have enjoyed having his cum in her, although it probably wouldn't have worked out that way anyway. "Better to be safe.........." she muttered to herself. The sex with Jason was definitely exciting and fun but she wasn't satisfied the way she used to be when her and Patrick enjoyed a bout of wild lustful sex. Jason is just some guy. Patrick is her husband, lover and friend. When Angela was through showering she wiped the fog from the mirror and inspected her body again. The marks from Jason's fingernails still dimpled her waist. Once again she concurred with herself, she is a very sexy woman. Still, she couldn't understand why Patrick would go to someone else for sex. There sex life was fine up until eight months ago and it just petered out. She'd find out soon enough. She dressed into her favorite blue denim shorts, a crisp white Nautica t-shirt with a ball cap to match, ankle socks and her white Keds. She went to the closet where the camera was hidden and popped the tape from it's cradle in the camera. Back in Patrick's study she opened the entertainment center, put the tape in the VCR, rewound it and pressed play. "How much do I owe you?" she heard herself say. It was strange watching from another angle the scene she was just part of. She listened to the rest of their conversation and when she saw Jason grab her and her hand go to his crotch, she stopped the tape and rewound it again. "Let's face it, Angela. You feel guilty........as you should." Angela loved her husband so much. It killed her to see him fucking that girl. She had a plan though and she had to stick to it. It was time to execute it. She pulled the tape from the VCR and walked across the hall to her little office. It was more of a spare room with a desk, computer and a small filing cabinet where she took care of the bills and surfed the net. Pictures of her family hung on the walls. Once her computer booted up she checked the printer to make sure it had paper and clicked on the Microsoft Word icon. She typed a letter that read: Dear Mr. Roy, In light of recent events I feel that it is my duty to inform you that there are some people who are not pleased with your current practices. The feeling of all concerned is that you should cease these practices to curtail the possibility of legal proceedings. If you have questions about what kind of impact your practices are having on those concerned please view the enclosed VHS video. Thank you for your attention to this matter. Best Regards, Angela didn't sign a name to it. She left it as is. After reading it twice she was satisfied that this letter, coupled with the video tape, would get his attention. She printed the letter, folded it and attached it to the tape with a rubber band. When her computer shut down, she went into the kitchen to grab her purse and headed out the door. Driving into town the question burned in her mind whether she was doing the right thing. The reasonable side of her argued that she should stop this foolishness right now but the emotional side of her argued that this was due and he had no right to screw around on her. The emotional side won out in the end just as Angela pulled up to the front of Mailboxes & Stuff, their local delivery store. "May I help you?" said a voice from the back of the store after Angela stepped through the door, ringing the brass bell that hung overhead. "Um, yes," replied Angela seeing an elderly gentleman standing at counter in the rear of the store, "I have a video tape that I need packaged and sent for next day delivery." "I can take care of that for you young lady." said the man with a friendly and courteous tone. "Oh my, he just called me 'young lady'. Little does he know." thought Angela, blushing from the compliment. The man, Angela learned his name was Fred, packaged up the tape and letter and wrote the delivery address on the front as Angela dictated it. Angela gave him a phony return address. "That'll be $13.17." stated Fred. "Cash or charge?" "Oh, um, cash. Thank you." said Angela fishing her wallet from her purse and pulling out exact change. Fred bid her a good day. She returned his salutation and left the store. "....and that's that," she said as she let her Jag peel it's way out of the parking lot and into the street looking for the way home. Angela's Way Ch. 02 Patrick Roy slept late this Friday morning. He was usually up with the chickens and out the door on his way to the office at about six thirty or seven o'clock with coffee in hand. Today he had no morning meetings, no business luncheons, no conference calls and no reports due. His sole purpose for going to the office was to meet with an important new client that got in on the ground floor of a new communications system for the U.S. Government. They just had to hammer out the little details and the deal was sealed. It was going to be a perfect Friday. What a way to kick off the weekend. He woke at about ten o'clock. Angela was already up and out of bed. Wiping sleep from his eyes, he rolled out of bed, put on his matching Bill Blass robe and slippers and headed downstairs. His nose was on the trail of the freshly brewed coffee Angela had made. She had some choice Jamaican coffee beans squirreled away somewhere in the kitchen which he has yet to locate. The smell of the coffee permeating the house was heaven to his nostrils. He found the kitchen empty, pulled his favorite coffee mug from the cabinet and poured himself a cup. Looking out onto the patio he saw Angela sitting in her chaise lounge, sipping her coffee and reading another one of her romance novels. This was a rare treat for Patrick. Sleeping late, drinking coffee from a ceramic mug - not a plastic and stainless steel travel mug - and being able to sit down with his paper and enjoy his morning. After the cream and sugar was added to his coffee, he walked to the front door. Peering out the window beside the door he saw his newspaper at the end of the drive waiting for him. Patrick would normally dress in shorts and a t-shirt before stepping out to get his paper. This morning he thought "to hell with it" and headed down the drive to get his paper in robe and slippers. When he stooped to pick up the paper he saw his neighbor's dog squatting on his front lawn and taking a crap about five feet from the road. His first instinct was to walk over and give the dog a good kick. "Fuck it," he said to himself. It was too nice of a day to spoil because a pile of dog shit. He'd just come out later with a shovel, scoop it up and heave it into his neighbor's yard. He turned and headed back to the house. Passing through the kitchen, Patrick stepped out the back door to join Angela on the patio. "Good morning, honey." said Patrick, leaning over and giving Angela a light kiss on the forehead. "The pool looks great. Did Joe come back from his 'trip'?" "No. I hired the guy that does the pools over at The Pines. He's a little more expensive but he does a better job. He made his service call yesterday." Angela explained, not taking her eyes off of her novel. "Great, it looks fantastic." declared Patrick, setting himself into the chaise beside Angela. "What's his name? Jerry, Jeff, John..." "His name's Jason. Did you take the day off today?" asked Angela getting a little worried. "No, I have to go in. I'm just going to enjoy this coffee and read my paper. Then I'll get ready and head to the office. I would call in and spend the day at home but I have an important meeting this afternoon." "I appreciate the offer," returned Angela, lying through her teeth, "maybe another day." The truth was that today was the only day that Angela ever wanted her husband to go to work. "I'm not traveling this weekend. We can spend some time together." "That would be nice, Patrick," Angela replied very matter-of-factly. Patrick finished his coffee and paper and went upstairs to shower. A long hot shower was also a luxury he couldn't always enjoy so he made the most of it. Tender care was needed when washing his private area. Beth, in her excitement Patrick supposed, dragged her teeth on him during their last 'business meeting'. Once finished in the bathroom, he dressed in a charcoal grey Armani suit, a white oxford shirt and a red power tie. Satisfied that he looked his best, he headed downstairs. "Honey, I'm leaving now." he called to Angela from the kitchen door. Angela turned to him from where she was now sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water and blew him a kiss. He blew one back and started off. * * * Patrick rolled his blue Porche Boxter into his reserved space near the front door of the building. Striding through the lobby, he greeted the security guard, Lucas, and pressed the elevator call button. Patrick wondered how secure this building was with a sixty eight year old man at the gate. The elevator doors slid open and, dismissing his thoughts, he stepped in for the ride to the eighteenth floor. When he arrived at his office, Beth was already at her desk. She wore a dark blouse cut low enough to expose her entire cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled up on the back of her head and her lipstick was a little too red. "Good morning Mr. Roy." she cooed at him. "Your mail is on your desk." "Good morning, Beth," he returned with a grin, "Thank you." Patrick sat at his desk, quickly shuffled through the five envelopes and turned his attention to the package that came to him via overnight delivery. Using his letter opener, he popped open the flaps of the small box, pulled out the unmarked VHS tape and broke the rubber band around it. The letter attached to the tape fell into his lap. He picked it up and read through it, mumbling the words as he went. "What the fuck is this?" was his first thought. Patrick dialed Beth's extension. "Yes, Mr. Roy." Beth's voice chimed through the speaker on the phone. "Beth, where did this overnight delivery come from?" "I don't know Mr. Roy. I didn't recognize the return address. I figured you would know. Is there something wrong?" "No. I don't recognize that address either and I wasn't expecting any packages today." "Is there something I can do for you Mr. Roy?" Patrick could here the smile in her voice. "No, Beth. Not right now. Thank you." and he hung up. Patrick opened the small media cabinet in the corner of his office, inserted the tape and watched as it started to play. The image of his wife in her robe sitting on the sofa in his study appeared on the screen. Not knowing what was on the tape, Patrick pressed the mute button for fear that someone else might hear it. A young man walked into view of the camera. Patrick recognized him as Jason, the pool guy from The Pines. They mouthed a few words and Angela rose and put her hands on Jason's hips. Patrick squatted in front of the television, fixated on the scene playing out before him. He didn't know what to feel. He was numb. They said a few more words and Angela opened her robe to reveal lingerie that Patrick had never seen before. She put her hand on his cock. "Oh my fucking God," said Patrick under his breath. He watched Jason pull Angela to him and kiss her. Patrick's eyes were glued to the screen as Jason ran his hands over Angela's tits and reached around her to unclasp her bra. Soon Jason was standing naked on Patrick's television screen and Angela squatted down in front of him and started sucking his cock. Patrick was paralyzed. It was then he realized the full meaning of the phrase 'didn't know if he should shit or go blind'. Patrick continued watching, stunned, while his wife sucked on Jason's cock. Then, the strangest thing happened. Patrick became aroused. He stood up, pulled the tape from the VCR and left his office. On his way out the door Patrick assured Beth that he would be back in time for his meeting and no, nothing was wrong and no, there was nothing she could do right now. Patrick raced to the elevator ignoring everyone that he passed. When on the bottom floor he ran across the lobby and rammed through the front doors almost knocking Lucas on his ass. He jumped in his car and the Boxster came to life with a growl. Patrick burned rubber on the way out of the parking lot and hauled ass home. Angela was sitting in the enclosed porch on the east side of the house when she heard the roar of Patrick's Boxster from down the road. She watched the car hang the corner and come screaming up the driveway before coming to a screeching halt and almost crashing into the garage. "Well, he got my package." said Angela, stating the obvious. "Angela! Angela!" screamed Patrick as he came running into the house. "Where are you?!" "I'm in the porch." she called out in her sing song voice. Patrick appeared in the doorway with the tape in his hand. He leaned on the doorjamb and sweat was beading on his forehead. "Angela, why were you sucking the pool guy's dick?! Why the hell would you tape it and send it to me at work?!" Patrick demanded. "Patrick, calm down and I'll answer your questions with a question," Angela responded calmly. "Why are you fucking your secretary?" Patrick went silent and hung his head. "How did you find out?" he said to the floor. "I went to your office on Tuesday to surprise you and take you to lunch. I poked my head in the door and, let's say I caught you with your pants down." "Angela, I..." Angela cut him off, "I didn't say anything then because I was so shocked. When I closed your office door I almost stormed back in but what would that accomplish? You would lose your job and there would be a huge scandal. I wouldn't do that to you, or me. I love you, Patrick but I was so fucking pissed and I'm still hurt." "Jesus, Angela. I am so sorry." "I'm sure you are Patrick. To tell you the truth, I started forgiving you the minute I finished making that tape. The only thing I would like to understand is why you had to screw your secretary. Do you love her?" "No, Angela. I don't love her." "Do you still love me, Patrick?" "Of course I do..." "Then why? Why screw your secretary?" "For the excitement." "For the excitement? Patrick, I'm not sure how to take that. Don't I excite you?" "The excitement went out of our love life for me, Angela. Every time we had sex it was always the same. You'd lay down, we'd kiss, I'd eat your pussy, we'd screw and then sleep. Sex with her was different. It meant nothing but was exciting in its taboo. You might find this strange, but when I saw you sucking that kid's cock, I started getting hard." "You what!?" Angela exclaimed. "I started getting hard. I know it sounds strange but it turned me on to see you sucking him like that." "Darling, all you had to do was ask. Just ask me and I would have done anything for you. I can't read your mind." Angela told him while trying to stifle a sly grin. She thought to herself, "It fucking excited him!" "I know, Baby. I know. I'm sorry" The two of them sat in silence for a while before Angela asked, "Patrick, did you watch the tape all the way to the end?" "Um, no. I saw you squatting in front of him like that and I stopped the tape and came straight home." "Come with me, Honey." Angela took him by the hand and led him to the media room that was adjacent to the living room and the front entrance. She sat Patrick on the sofa and slid the tape into the VCR. After she closed the blinds, the room was almost completely dark. Angela fumbled around until she found the remote, turned on the television and pressed play. The image of Angela squatting down and sucking on Jason lit up the fifty-two inch widescreen. Patrick watched the television. Angela watched Patrick. On the screen, Jason had a hold of Angela's head and was giving her mouth a hard fucking while Angela rubbed her pussy. Patrick didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The tent forming in the front of his pants said it all. Angela kissed Patrick on the cheek and stood from the couch. She watched herself on the screen for a minute. It was erotic to watch herself sucking on Jason's dick but at that minute she wished it was Patrick on the screen, not Jason. At the point where Jason was kneeling down in front of her to eat her pussy, Angela knelt in front of Patrick. She opened his pants to release his erection from its bondage. She gave one last look at Patrick's face. He glanced at her with a Cheshire cat smile on his face and was again fixated on the action displayed on the television. Angela wrapped her hand around Patrick's shank and placed her lips on his throbbing cock. Slowly, she glided her lips up and down on him. When she started to taste his precum, she let his prick be for a moment to warm his balls with her fevered mouth then went back to his shaft. Jostling his sack with her fingers she increased the speed of her blow job. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans from the television overlaid with Patrick's moans from the couch. She felt his hands gently cradle the back of her head and she started moving faster. "Jesus, Angela, you are so...fucking...HOT!" Patrick cried. His eyes were still glued to the television. "Oh, Jesus, Baby!" He continued to gaze at the screen as Jason's fingers disappeared into his wife's snatch. He could see she was smiling and, from what he saw, she was looking right at him from the television screen. If Angela could have smiled she would have, ear to ear. Now she was aggressive in the oral pleasure she was providing for the love of her life. Slurping on Patrick's cock, her head bobbed with superhuman speed. The sound of her own voice screaming "Oh, yes Baby! Eat me!" exploded from the Dolby surround sound and Patrick exploded in her mouth. There was too much cum for Angela to swallow at once and some escaped from her lips. Beads of sperm ran down the bottom side of his prick and rested on his scrotum. The sound of his bellow filled the room unlike any other that Angela had heard before. When his balls were completely empty of their pent up jism Angela let his cock fall from her mouth, wiped her chin with the back of her hand and said, "I love you so much, Baby." "I love you too, Darling." Patrick panted in return then Angela stood and turned off the television. Patrick's eyebrows raised on his forehead. "Why did you do that?" he asked in a mock whine. Angela replied in a phony German accent. "Save some room for later, Augustus." she said, quoting Mrs. Gloop from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. When his erection fell, Patrick stood and pulled his pants back on, reached out and hugged his smiling wife. She laid her head to his chest and listened to his heart beat for a moment. When she looked up into his face, he was there to kiss her. He knew that she was with the most amazing woman on the planet and he mentally scolded himself for straying. "You need to get to your meeting." Angela reminded him. "Oh, shit!" he blurted, looking at his watch. "I'm sorry, Honey." "It's Ok. Go!" said Angela. Patrick smiled and kissed her again. As he dashed out the front door Angela grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Patrick, stop fucking your secretary." she demanded. "Never again, Baby. Never again." When Angela looked into his eyes she knew he meant it. "Angela," Patrick added in a whisper, "have you ever thought of the possibility of...anal?" "Go to work." was the only answer she would give him with a playful smile. Angela watched as he raced to his car. It roared to life and he squealed out of the driveway and took off, leaving a patch of rubber on the hot asphalt. When the blue Boxster disappeared from her view she went back inside and, closing the door behind her, she stopped for a second and quietly said, "Anal, huh? Hmm." Then she headed upstairs. She had some quick plans to lay. She took a fast shower, dressed and went to the garage to get in her car. As she backed down the driveway and started heading towards town the different ideas of what she could do for Patrick tonight flooded her head. Her first stop was at a local 'marital enhancement' store. She quickly perused the lingerie racks and found a little number that would absolutely knock Patrick's eyes out. Once she had her mind made up on the outfit she browsed the shelves of vibrators and dildos but nothing caught her eye. As her eyes scanned the wall of plastic and latex dongs she saw a woman standing at the far end of the counter staring at the multitudes of adult toys with a look of confusion on her face. She went back to her shopping and found the item she was looking for. Angela knew she had seen the woman at the counter before and moved closer to get a better look. She was about Angela's height and very shapely. Her hair was blonde, long and pin straight. It was pulled back in a pony tail. She had very pale skin and when Angela saw her deep blue eyes, it dawned on her that the was her neighbor and close friend from back when they were living in a dumpy little apartment building and surviving on Ramen noodles and peanut butter and jelly. "Becky? Becky Hall?" The woman turned to her with a start and the recognition of the woman calling her name became clear on her face. "Angela? Angela, is that you?" "Yes, Becky. How have you been?" "I'm doing fine although this is a little embarrassing running into you here." "Oh, don't worry about it. We're still women. We have needs. How's Rich?" "Rich is good. Actually, I'm here for him, really. I just don't have a clue what it is I'm looking for." "Need to add some spice to the bedroom?" Angela inquired. "Well, yes. Rich and I haven't been...having sex lately." she answered with the last part in a whisper. "No? How long has it been?" asked Angela, fishing for more information. "A year." Becky quietly answered while staring at the floor. "A year?" Angela repeated in question. "What happened?" "I just...can't get excited anymore. Rich has been fantastic about it but when I see his pornographic magazine collection growing it makes me feel sad and ashamed that I don't provide for him. So, here I am hoping I can find something to help." "I'm so surprised, Becky. You and Rich had such a healthy and exciting sex life." "How do you know that?" asked Becky, wrinkling her brow. "Well," Angela started, realizing that after all these years she had spilled the secret, "Patrick and I used to...sit on the fire escape and watch you two through your bedroom window." Becky just shook her head and laughed. "What's so funny?" Angela asked. "I figured you'd be pissed if you ever found out." "No, Angela. I'm not mad. Rich and I used to watch you two through your bedroom window." The two women laughed at the colossal secret they had kept from each other for so many years, then Angela got back to business. "Ok, I'm guessing you have never been to a place like this." said Angela, knowing her guess was a fact. "No. I found it in the Yellow Pages." "My advice to you, Hon, is to start simple. Forget all this kinky exotic crap you're looking at and get a plain vibrator. When you decide you're going to try it, initiate a sexual encounter with Rich. When you think the time is right, introduce it to him. When you use it, put the tip of it...no, better yet, turn it on and give it to him. Instruct him to put the tip of it on your clit..." "Angela!" Becky hooted, cutting Angela off and turning red in the face. "Never mind that and listen to me. When it's on, have him lightly rub the tip of it on your clit and apply gentle pressure. I guarantee you will be happy with the results." The crimson left Becky's face. "Thank you, Angela. I'm so glad I ran into you here. You won't mention this to Patrick, will you?" "I'll tell him I saw you but I won't say where." Angela assured her. The two women made their selections, paid and exited to the sidewalk. "What are you doing this weekend?" Angela asked Becky. "No plans. Rich doesn't have to work on Sunday so I thought we'd work around the house." "Does Rich play golf?" "He started about a year ago and says he still isn't any good. I personally don't understand the draw that golf has." "Me neither," agreed Angela, "Listen, Patrick and I have a membership at The Pines. Let us take you and Rich out there on Sunday. Patrick and Rich can golf while you and I drink the best Bloody Marys in the world and get caught up." Angela's Way Ch. 02 "Whispering Pines? That sounds wonderful. I'm sure Rich will jump at the chance to golf there." "Great," said Angela with excitement in her voice, "Give me your phone number and we'll plan to meet at the gate at eleven in the morning. I'll be there early so you won't have to wait." "That sounds fantastic. I'll see you then and...I'll let you know how this works out." Becky told Angela while holding up the plastic bag containing her new purchase. The two women exchanged their phone numbers, went to their cars and left. Angela's next stop was at the market for groceries. For tonight's dinner she picked two New York strips, red potatoes and zucchini. When she got back to the house it was five o'clock. Patrick usually got home at six-thirty so she was still okay. She set the table with a burgundy table cloth and the china and silverware that they kept for special occasions but never used. Aside from the dishes and the flatware, the only other items on the table were two tall red dinner candles in crystal candlesticks. As she prepared the dinner, Angela drank a glass of wine and debated the best way to surprise Patrick. When the time was close to six o'clock, she went upstairs to change into her new outfit. She returned to the kitchen covered by her satin robe and went to the grill to turn the steaks. Remembering the other item she purchased when she saw Becky, Angela took it from its plastic bag and hid it in the bottom drawer of the china cabinet in the dining room. When the food was done cooking, she put the whole lot on serving dishes and got it to the table. Just then, she heard Patrick's Boxster coming up the driveway. "Shit, he's early." she thought as she raced to the kitchen to grab the wine and set it on the table, light the candles and dim the dining room lights. She had just sat in her chair at the table when Patrick walked through the door. "I'm home, Angela." he called as he searched the darkened house for her. "I'm in the dining room." she called back to him. The surprise was apparent on Patrick's face when he saw the table beautifully set and dinner was waiting for him. Angela stood from her chair and crossed the room to kiss him. "Now sit down so we can eat." she directed. When she turned to walk back to her chair she let the robe slip off of her body. All Patrick saw as he sat was the back of her naked body and the g-string around her waist and down between her buttocks. Her dark hair hung to the middle of her back. When she turned to face him she showed a black trangle of leather studded with false diamonds covering her pussy and two small black pasties, also studded with false diamonds, covering her nipples. Patrick started to stand from his chair. "Oh, no," Angela playfully snapped, "sit and eat." During dinner Patrick didn't say much. His eyes focused on his wife's beautiful and scantily clad breasts. Angela knew where his focus was but nonchalantly talked all through dinner as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She told him all about seeing Becky again but she kept the location a secret as promised. She also told him about the plans they had made for Sunday. Patrick was excited to see Rich again but not nearly as excited he was about the gorgeous woman across the table from him wearing next to nothing. When the meal was finished and the wine was gone, Angela told Patrick to stay where he was while she cleared the table. His eyes followed her as she walked back and forth to the kitchen. When the table was clear she asked him, "Would you like dessert?" "If you are the dessert, absolutely!" He was smiling his Cheshire cat smile and pushed himself away from the table. Angela straddled his lap, being careful to briefly put her cleavage up to his face, and kissed him. His hands wrapped around her bare ass and he pulled her to him. Angela went to work on his tie. When it was free from his collar she stood up, walked around behind him and used it to tie his hands together and to the back of the chair. "Um, Honey." said Patrick. What are you..." "Sshhhhhhhhh," she interrupted putting a finger to her lips. Angela sat up on the edge of the dining table in front of him. Her hands went to the back of her neck and slowly slid across her shoulders then down to her breasts. They crept down her belly to her crotch. One hand slipped into her g-string and began toying with her clit. Patrick was dumbstruck and just gazed at her. Her other hand pulled the g-string away from her pussy to reveal the motion on her clit. Leaning backward on the table, Angela pulled the g-string from her legs, did a wide split, pushed her fingers deep inside of her and let out a quiet "Uhhnnnnnn." It was the first time Patrick had seen her twat since she shaved. A whisper of "Oh...my...God.' was all he could think to utter. His erection began pushing on the fabric of his slacks. Angela continued to finger herself and stimulated her clit with her free hand. "Please, Angela, untie me. I want you." Patrick begged. "No." was Angela's flat answer and she continued her masturbation. She slipped her fingers from her hole and used them to spread her lips. Juice started flowing from her pussy and glistened on the crack of her ass. Letting go of her lips, she let her fingertip spread the juice around her puckered hole. "Please Angie," Patrick hadn't called her Angie since they were in college and it got her attention, "it's starting to hurt." She sat up and saw the enormous bulge in his slacks and fell to her knees on the floor to open his pants. His hard on sprang out at her. Then, his shoes, slacks and boxers came off even though it was a bit more of a chore than she expected. Finally, she opened his shirt, gave his pulsing cock a soft slow lick then she went to the hutch. Bending at the waist to give Patrick a wonderful shot of her round ass, she pulled the new toy from the drawer and pressed it to her stomach, keeping it hidden behind her hands. She went back to the table in front of Patrick and bent over the side with her legs spread open. He heard her place something on the table in front of her and tried to see what it was but couldn't get a view. Angela's left hand appeared between her legs and started fingering her pussy. Her right hand ran across her ass and started caressing her tender hole. Patrick tried to break the knots in his tie but they were too tight. Angela's finger slowly sank into her ass and Patrick let out a moan and started begging to be untied. It turned Angela on beyond belief to listen to her husband beg. Her answer was still a flat "No". The hand that was fingering her ass disappeared in front of her and reappeared holding a small butt plug. Again, Patrick uttered a barely audible "Oh...my...God". Still driving her finger into her now sopping twat, she slowly and delicately inserted the plug into her anus. "Angela, you have to untie me now!" Patrick demanded when Angela had pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times. Leaving the plug in her ass she straightened, turned and straddled Patrick again but this time she guided his dick into the crevice between her legs. "Uuuhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn," Patrick heard in his ear as he felt his wife's soaked pussy slip over his throbbing cock. Her hands went to his tie and with some difficulty she managed to free the knots. He grabbed a hold of her and sprang up from the chair. Her legs wrapped around his waist and with his prick still inside of her he laid her on the table. He peeled off the pasties exposing her rock hard nipples, took one in his mouth and began grinding his rigid cock into Angela's sticky twat. "Patrick, take me upstairs" Angela requested when Patrick had just gotten started. With a quiet grunt of frustration Patrick pulled his prick from Angela's pussy, lifted her from the table to cradle her in his arms and carried her up to the bedroom. When he laid her down on the king size sleigh bed he removed his shirt and tossed it on the easy chair in the corner. The two slid to the center of the bed and lay on their sides. Angela draped her leg over him and Patrick started slipping his shaft in and out of her juicy hole. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. Patrick held her tight while he made love to her. "I love you, too," replied Angela and she reached behind her to take a hold of the butt plug still planted safely in her ass and screw her hole. The slow smooth motion of Patrick's cock in her pussy and the stimulation she gave her ass was bliss. "Mmmmmmmmm, Patrick. I've missed you so much." she murmured in his ear. "It's good to be home, Angie." he said softly in return. She loved it when he called her Angie. Leaving the plug in her ass, she rolled on top of him and rode his cock. Patrick leaned up and took one nipple in his mouth while Angela kept riding him. Her cream ran down his rod to his balls, leaving a sticky glaze. She held his head in her hands while he suckled on her tit and the cadence of her motion on him increased. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Patrick, would you like to try to put it in my ass?" "Oh, yes, Baby. I would." he replied with a childlike grin on his face. Angela climbed off of him and bent to lick his cock, glossy with her sweet juice. She then reached to open the bedside table drawer and removed a tube of KY. Handing it to Patrick, she went to her hands and knees. Patrick slowly pulled the plug from her tight hole and applied a liberal coat of KY. Kneeling behind her, he pushed the head of his prick on her pucker and slid it in, stopping when the head disappeared from his view. "Slowly, Patrick, slowly," Angela calmly warned him. "I need to get used to you." Patrick stopped to let Angela get accustomed to the width of his prick in her anus. She reached down and started rubbing her clit with a vigorous side-to-side motion and in a few minutes asked him for more. Patrick pushed himself in until half of his cock was buried in her tight ass. He leaned forward and took Angela's nipples between his fingers and gently squeezed them. The rapid motion of Angela's hand on her clit continued. Another minute had passed and once again Angela asked for more. Patrick sank his cock all the way into her rectum until he could feel Angela's pussy lips on his balls, then he stopped. As her ass swallowed the rest of his shaft, Angela sighed a long, "Uhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn," then she said, "Ok Patrick, do it, slowly. Slowly, Baby." Patrick straightened back up and put his hands on her waist. He slowly pulled his prick from her ass until his head was at her hole and slid it back in. He continued this at a gentle pace and listened to Angela's moans. He waited for her to ask him to stop. She didn't, yet. Angela continued the furious attack on her clit and felt her essence filling her twat. The feeling of his cock in her ass was uncomfortable at first but she started to relax and after a time it became enjoyable. The movement of her hand on her clit ceased and she dropped her shoulders to the bed and kept her ass in the air. "Ok, Baby, faster." she said and Patrick gladly quickened his tempo. He watched his cock disappear and reappear as he fucked his wife's beautiful rear. Angela's moans filled the room. "Patrick," she soon said, "please Baby, let me suck you. Please, Honey, I want you in my mouth." "Anything you want, Darling." he replied and pulled his rod from between her cheeks. "Just...clean it off. I'm not comfortable putting it in my mouth after it's been in there." she said while pointing to her backside. "Patrick climbed off the bed and dashed into the master bath. Angela picked up the butt plug and inserted back into the hole that was just filled with her husband's prick. She heard the shower start and went to the bathroom door. She could see the silhouette of Patrick's body through the cloudy glass of the shower, pulled the door open to find him rubbing his soapy hard on and stepped in to join him. He let the water run down his body to rinse off the soap and Angela went to her knees and took him into her mouth. As her mouth slid on his cock she reached up between his legs and caressed his asshole with her finger. "Go ahead," said Patrick, "I know you want to." With that she slipped her finger into him. "Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhh," he gasped as her finger slithered up into him. "Easy, Baby." he said as he watched her suck his rod. The water beat on his back and he spread his legs to allow Angela to go as deep as she wanted. This was the first episode each of them had experiencing the feeling of anal stimulation. The taste of his precum started to coat Angela's tongue and she increased the speed of her finger thrusting deep into him. The warm water pounded on her face while she fingered and sucked on her loving husband. Jesus, she was so hot. She had to have him in her now. Angela slid her finger from Patrick's rectum and took her mouth off his cock. A string of his precum dangled from her lips to the head of his throbbing dick then snapped. She turned and bent. It excited Patrick even more the see the plug in her ass again and he launched his cock into her hot cunt. Angela gripped the towel bar on the shower door and howled when Patrick's cock filled her cooze. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she bawled over and over again. Her hand went back to work on her clit and she felt the orgasm coming. Her legs went to rubber. "Patrick, hold me up and fuck...my...cunt!" she screamed and the orgasm crashed through her body. Her limbs went into spasms when the climax took its hold. Patrick had his arms around her waist to keep her from falling and he continued to dig into her twat with his swollen shaft. "Damn it Patrick, you are so...fucking...good!" Angela bellowed. The sound was amplified by the glass enclosure surrounding them. "Oh, Baby, I want to fill you with my cum...now!" he barked and Angela pulled herself away from him. "No, not there." she said reaching back to yank the butt plug from its home. "Here!" Without hesitating Patrick pierced her anus with his long rod. Angela screamed again and the explosion of Patrick's steaming cum flooded her ass. He savagely drilled into her until his load was spent. Angela cried out with every thrust. He slid his cock from her widened hole and she said to him, "Now, watch." She spread her cheeks to let Patrick witness his cum dripping out of her cavity. When she turned to face him, he wore a look of exhaustion and utter bliss. "Oh my God, Baby. That was so damned hot," he panted. "This is the most wonderful night of love I have ever had with you." He embraced her and they kissed long and deeply. They washed each other's bodies, dried and went to bed leaving the dishes for morning. Angela fell asleep smiling.