Angela smiled into the grayness of the early morning light sifting into the room. Beside her, Dom snorted. It had been nearly dawn when she had finally crawled from Barry's bed and made her way home.
Dom had been sound asleep when she had entered the room, undressed, and slipped into the bed. She thought briefly of taking a shower. Her cunt was full of Barry's cum, and it was leaking. But the hell with it. She really didn't care if her husband caught her any more. It had been worth it.
Barry had been wonderful. Her asshole was sore as hell, but that didn't bother her either. He had actually made her come by fucking her rear hole. It had been fantastic!
And afterward, they had lain together and Barry had told her all the things she wanted to hear. She could remember the words almost as if he were there at that moment, lying between her and Dom, whispering in her ear…
"You've always been the one, Angie… you don't know how much I still feel for you… we gotta do this again before I leave. Hell, every night, if you can get away from your asshole husband!" She rolled over, away from Dom, and closed her eyes.
She'd get away from her asshole husband, all right. And she'd find some way to do it every night!
She fell into a deep, blissful sleep, dreaming of Barry Golden's cock filling all of her holes at once.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next three nights, Angela managed to slip away to her "new dance classes" without arousing Dom's anger or his suspicion.
Fucking was wild and crazy with Barry, and they did it everywhere – in his car, on the roof of the hotel, in the shower, even in the pool.
Then, on the morning of the fourth day, Dom announced that he was bringing clients over for drinks that evening, and he wanted Angela there.
Angela couldn't stand it. She wanted Barry every moment he was in town. She called him as soon as Dom left for the office.
"I can't make it tonight," she said when he answered.
"Shit," Barry hissed.
"What are you doing for lunch?"
"You," Barry laughed.
"Where?"
"Here!"
"At your own house?" he said, then answered himself. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah! That would be kinky!"
Angela spent the entire morning cooking. She really did plan on feeding him lunch.
But Barry had different ideas. He ripped off her robe and his own clothes the moment he walked through the door, and dragged her down to the floor. Gently he pushed her face down on his hard dick.
"The food's gonna get cold!" she protested.
"Let it," he grinned, "and I'll show you a whole new way to heat it up!"
Angela stretched out and took his prick in her mouth.
"Owwww, good, baby… good! But now it's my turn!" Barry pulled his dick from her mouth and swung her body around to where he could reach her pussy.
One finger dug almost cruelly into the sweetness of her cunt hole. The other hand supported his weight as he bent to kiss her tits, fingering on the tingling nipples, but ignoring her lips and throat and belly. He shifted immediately to her clitoris, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
Then abruptly he pulled his head up from her crotch. "I've got a great idea!"
Oh, no, Angela thought, not another one of those. She knew that excited smile. The last time it had been some little Japanese sex toy that had gone around his cock to thicken it. It had had knobs on it that had nearly driven her crazy before he had let her come. She had been sore all the next day.
He saw her expression. "No, no, nothing like last time. You'll like it even better. Maybe." But the fact was he didn't really care whether she liked it or not. The important point was that he would. He got up and moved toward the table. "I told you were gonna heat up lunch," he chuckled as he returned with the bowl of spaghetti, a bottle of wine, and a spoon.
"What the hell…?" Angela laughed.
"You'll see!" She didn't move as he set the bowl down, but when he parted her thighs and readied for her with a spoonful of spaghetti, she tried to twist away from him. "Hey! What are you doing?"
He wrenched her back into position. "Shut up, baby. I'm gonna fill you up with this stuff!" His breathing was harsh as he pried at her thighs.
"Jeez, you really are perverted!" Angela gasped.
"Nothing I do is perverted," Barry retorted. "It's kicky! I like weird kicks. I guess Hollywood did that to me."
Angela let him part her thighs again and she didn't protest while he ladled spoonful after spoonful of the warm spaghetti into her pussy. She moaned as he packed her full, prodding the strands into every corner of her cunt. Before he was done, the spices had begun to work through the membranes to her nerves and she began to burn in torment.
"Hold still!" Barry grabbed at her hands and pushed them from her pussy.
"But it burns! Shit, it burns!" Angela moaned. Her pussy was in agony, swollen as if by a large and spongy cock, every inch on fire. She writhed and thrashed under his pinning weight.
"I said hold still!" He slapped her face and she stopped, though tears of pain and frustration, rage and fear, filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
She could see him smiling as he reached for the wine bottle.
God, Angela thought, he's crazy! He's no better than Dom!
"Barry, please, don't! Don't! I thought you loved me!"
"I love your pussy, baby!"
He dribbled the wine over her tits and belly, let a little trickle between the lips of her cunt. The alcohol stung, but Angela resisted the added torture and clenched her fists. He giggled at her obvious pain and clapped a hand over her pussy, the fingers digging into the slit and pinching her clit. He bent to her body and licked at the puddles of wine, sucking it from her tits and slurping at her belly, his fingers working in the tangled mass of food and around the tormented walls of her pussy.
By the time the wine was gone, his lips and hands had changed her pain into an agony of pleasure. The burning in her cunt had become a fire of anticipation and she writhed under his touch, squealing, moaning, begging him to fuck her and give her the relief she needed.
But he slid down her body to suck again at her clit, to thrust his tongue into the spaghetti and suck it into his mouth. He licked and nibbled and sucked, his hands steadily roaming from thighs to hips to tits, separating the lips of her cunt to let him plunge deeper into her, playing with the nub of her clit and twisting the strands of spaghetti around it.
Angela's nerves roared with lust and a painful need. She cried out, writhing, as she felt the slow escape of the food from her cunt to his mouth.
"Mmmmm, good, good lunch," he chuckled. "Now for dessert."
"Yes! Oh, shit, Barry, fuck me! Bring me off!"
He eased in between her cuntlips and the friction of the bulging, throbbing dick seemed to ease her torment. He slipped along the slit slowly, gently. Angela ceased her writhing as he advanced, but had to pursue the pleasure he offered by raising her hips to engulf him further.
"Take it, baby, yeah… take it!" Barry cried as she slid up his cock. "Take it!"
Hungry now, Angela spread her legs in a cradle for his hips, hooked his thighs with her heels, and clamped her nails violently into his back. She lay there, twitching under and around him, waiting for him to begin his fuck.
But he held back.
"What's wrong? Hurry, Barry, move! Fuck meeeee!"
"You…" he moaned. "You get on top!"
She accepted his lead. She had to. She extended her body along his, let him fold her in his arms and, held in place by his strength, they rolled aver together. At his urging she folded her legs beneath her and braced herself against his chest. She flexed her knees and the slurping lips of her cunt rode his dick in a wild caress.
She rose, she fell, her mouth went slack. She gasped and moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head. Barry, though, didn't notice. All his attention was on his cock and the delicious friction that engulfed it.