As I turned into Angela's cul-de-sac the black car with diplomatic plates passed me again so I guessed that it was OK for me to pull in to the driveway. Suddenly I realised that I was thinking that it was OK for me to be there because her client ... another man who had fucked her ... had just gone made me feel a bit weird.
Was I less of a man for being there and thinking that? Had I given up some important part of me for a piece of shared pussy? Somehow knowing that this woman had touched my heart and wanted to know me more made those questions seem unimportant.
Even as I walked to the front door of the house my thinking went back to what it had been and I kept trying to tell myself that I was being a fool, that she was a whore who had no real interest in me. But I kept coming back to the point that she, like me, was desperately lonely and she wanted to look at the possibility of an 'us' ... if we could make it work.
I let myself in through the front door and was surprised to find that Angela was nowhere to be seen ... but there was a lot of money in large bills spread around the floor. At first I thought that I was looking at a crime scene because, apart from the money, one of the couches was tipped over and some of the cushions had been tossed around the room ... but then Angela appeared from the direction of the bathroom.
"Hello lover," she laughed, "are they for me?"
I looked at the bunch of flowers I had bought for her and suddenly they didn't seem enough. I muttered something about them and she took the bunch from me and kissed me.
"I can't remember the last time anyone brought me flowers." I wondered how many brownie points that earned me.
She took them out to the kitchen and placed them on the bench and then came back to the living room. As she walked couldn't help but notice the soft, natural sway of her hips and that made me want to hold them while I took her from behind ... not once but again and again because I would never tire of her.
But when she came back I realised that I had missed a lot when she first came into the room. "What happened to you? There is a handprint on your breast, your cheek is red and one of your nipples looks like someone tried to rip it off? And there's all this money on the floor?"
She started to answer and then stopped, "Just a minute I ..." she turned and ran for the bathroom. There were a couple of strange noises and then a short pause before I heard the toilet being flushed and when Angela came back she was blushing.
"Sorry about that," she giggled, "umm ... what can I say? We got a bit rough and the money ... well, he got a bit pissed off when I told him that I had won and he threw a big wad of money at me when he stormed out."
"You won?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"The guy who came to see me this morning is a regular from one of the embassies and he always wants me to play the slut who gets overwhelmed by his strength and power but he expects me to struggle, to try and resist or maybe even try and get away just to make it more real for him.
"So I struggle and I resist and sometimes I try to escape ... but I don't try too hard. He's come to fuck me and I'm here to be fucked so the ending is never in doubt, but along the way things can get a bit wild.
"We do have some rules so that neither of us really gets hurt but today we pushed the limits of those rules and I declared that I had won because he left his seed in my arse and I would just shit it down the toilet.
"That really pissed him off, as I hoped it would, and he threw a bunch of notes at me and left."
"Oh," was all I could say. 'I'm here to be fucked', she had said it in such a matter of fact way that made me realise once again, that I was such a long way out of my comfort zone that I might never be entirely comfortable with what she did.
She looked into my eyes and bit her lip, "Steve, it's who I am, it's what I am and it's what I want to be. I love giving pleasure to men and I love being used by men and that's why I give myself totally to the man, or men, I am with.
"With a few exceptions I am whatever they want me to be, a courtesan, a slut, a Dom or even a bitch who loves to fight. I am totally that person ... and I will enjoy being that person because I am giving the guy I am with exactly what he wants and he is giving me what I want too."
"So what are you giving me?" I asked softly as I kissed her red cheek, the hand mark on her breast and her red nipple.
"Exactly what you're giving me," she sighed and let me wrap her in my arms.
We went back to the small apartment Angela had built for herself behind the main house and once she had the flowers in water in a vase she headed for the shower. I was under strict instructions not to join her because she was starving and wanted to be quick in the shower so we could head out for lunch. Of course, there was no rule that she couldn't tease me and she knew that if she left the bathroom door open I would come and watch ... and of course I did.
Going for lunch seemed like a great idea to my stomach but watching the water cascade off the sweet curves of Angela's body soon had my cock wanting some action and lunch could wait. That message was only reinforced when I realised that she was totally at ease with me standing in the doorway ogling her.
Once again I had a moment of confusion. If I had watched my ex shower, even in the early days of our marriage, I would have been banished to the couch for a week.
But then she would never come out of the shower and tell me all about the guy she had just fucked as Angela was doing as I stood there.
Fortunately for our stomachs Angela was quick in the shower and even quicker to get dressed ... but then she didn't waste any time with underwear. The dress she chose fitted her like a glove and it would have been obvious if she had been wearing panties.
Angela didn't need a bra either because the dress had a halter-neck that left much of her boobs exposed as they seemed to spill out everywhere, but still supported them well. At the back ... well there was no back to the dress until you got down to a hint of the valley between her butt cheeks and from there it followed the contour of her arse till it reached the hemline high on her thighs.
"Holy shit! I'm going to need a stick to fight off all the guys where we're going who are going to want you." Angela giggled and bent over to show me how much showed if she really wanted to tease anyone.
It felt good to be going out with a woman that turned heads, it made me horny as hell and I had to stop myself from thinking about how enjoyable it would be to watch her bend over and tease other guys. That sort of thinking was just plain wrong.
Once on the road Angela directed me out along the main arterial road that headed west. When she had me on the right road she called a number in her phone and seriously flirted with whoever was on the other end.
"OK," she said when the phone call ended, "I've just reserved us a table at a pub that has a fabulous rustic type restaurant. They get lots of people on a weekend but I know the manager," she winked and I knew exactly how well she knew him.
She saw me smirk and laughed, "Yeah, you're right, he fucks me now and then." How many other guys would I run into around Canberra who had enjoyed a romp or three with my horny companion? I had no idea but I was preparing myself for a big number.
We drove in silence for a couple of kilometres and then I took a deep breath, "This is probably a strange question ... or you might even think that it's creepy ... but it's not meant to be.
"After a session with a client, like the one you had this morning, how long ... ummm ... before I ..."
She slipped her hand onto my thigh and squeezed gently, "Do you mean how long before you can have sex with me?"
"Ah no ... I meant how long before you want me to reach out and hold you? I could see that you were still angry when I arrived back and I wasn't sure if you even wanted to be touched."
She sighed, "This is why I want to spend time with you. The other three never asked me anything like that, they just fucked me whenever they wanted me and they didn't care about what I wanted ... and I was silly enough to give them what they wanted.
"But you are so different to them and I'm beginning to like you more and more Steve." That was something I wanted to hear but what about my question? I was never going to demand that she have sex with me but I didn't want her to ever feel that I was ignoring her either.
"I want you to hold me and kiss me anytime you want to," she said simply. I saw her looking at me for a few moments and then she smiled, "When you kissed my bruises and the nipple he bit ..." she turned and looked out the window before turning back with tears in her eyes, "you won my heart.
"I wasn't going to tell you that ... but now I have ... well ... I'm not sorry I did." It's almost impossible to kiss anyone in the front seat of my Bug. Recaro racing seats aren't built for cosy but once we were in the parking lot of the hotel there was no holding back.
"Nice arse" a guy called from the next row. Angela giggled and pulled the bottom of her dress up to her hips to give him a good view of her arse and not just the little bit that had been peaking out after her dress had worked it's way up as we kissed.
I stopped her as she was about to turn round and face him, "Ah ... one of your boobs has slipped out."
Angela looked up at me and the wicked glint in her eye made me smile and I didn't interrupt her when she pulled the other one out of the halter and then turned and shimmied her boobs for him. She packed them away and we walked into the hotel leaving one lucky guy standing there with his mouth open.
"Angela!" The bear of the man standing just inside the door of the restaurant opened his arms and she almost ran into them and kissed him full on the lips. She didn't seem to mind at all when his hand, that was out of sight to everyone in the restaurant but me, played briefly with her breast.
"When are you going to give me another one of your 5-star fuckings?" she whispered.
