Chapter 2 A commitment
"Where have you been?" Angela was propped up on one elbow peering at me through bleary eyes.
Somebody once told me that if you could see a woman when she first woke up and you thought she was beautiful then you should marry her. I had ignored that advice when I married Wendy, she looked terrible when she first woke up but I was going to get as close to being married to Angela as I could because she was drop-dead gorgeous at any time of the day.
"I just drove Dee to work and picked up some coffee and croissants at a bakery on the way back." The mention of food and coffee had Angela up in a flash and sitting cross-legged on the bed while I went to get some plates.
When I came back she was just settling down on a towel, "I'm leaking your sticky mess," she laughed, and took the plate I offered her.
"So should I have saved it for Dee?" I asked innocently.
"Noo," she protested, "I wanted it ... all of it ... I just didn't want to sit in it. So what time did Dee get in?" After our love-making Angela had drifted off to sleep while I lay there letting my brain spin its wheels.
Dee had got home about 6.30 and headed straight for the shower. Of course, being at least a concerned friend, I crept out of bed and slipped into the shower with her. She had sighed and leaned against me when I wrapped my arms around her.
"Oh god, I am so fucked," she groaned, "my guy was nice but I'm sure he must have swallowed a bottle of Viagra because he just didn't stop."
"Are you OK?" I took the soap from her and began to gently wash her from head to toe.
"Oh yeah," she sucked in a deep breath as I began to wash between her thighs and around her pussy. "I'm a bit sore down there but I'll get over it."
He had certainly given her a pounding; her pussy lips were red and the inside of the tops of her thighs had a red tinge to them too. Dee saw me looking at the redness and she laughed, "That will teach me to be such a slut.
"He could do things with his tongue that turned me into an orgasmic jelly ... and he also had one of those designer beards that was so rough on my thighs ... but what's a girl to do when she just can't say 'no'."
I was on my knees in front of her by then so I looked and grinned, "I can always kiss it better."