So many things had happened in the past couple months to Angie and Cal. Or rather it was the lack of what had happened in the past couple of months that had made their situation all so intriguing. Angie can remember waking up that morning next to call, she can still recall how good the warmth of his body felt as her outstretched arm and breasts laid upon his still body.
Peeking through a curtain of red hair, Angie's eyes roamed down the ridges and hardness that was Cal's body but her eyes laid rest upon his magnificent cock. Thick, soft and laying against his stomach it seemed to glow in the morning sun. Her arm slowly made it's way down and she felt so wet as her fingers came somewhat close to closing around his manhood. It was soft and slightly hardened at her touch. This touch brought her rushing back to her memories of last night, he had taken her somewhere that never existed in her mind. She loved sex but what happened yesterday was an event, was it him? Was it her feelings? Was it just the beautiful girth of his cock?
He was so much bigger than Mark she thought, and it was then that the names Shauna and Mark had rushed through her mind. Although she had no idea that Shauna and Mark had their own relationship, she couldn't help but curse herself because she not only betrayed her marriage but helped Cal betray his. Her hand reluctantly pulled away as she bit her lower lip. Guilt washing over her, she quietly left the house dressed in some sweatpants, and a sweater.
Sunglasses and a hat over some pulled up hair was the uniform for a woman in turmoil. She sat at the coffee shop not far from her house as she tried to waste some time hoping Cal would awake and leave so that she wouldn't have to face him. He was a friend, their conversations came easy and she truly enjoyed talking to him. Could she even face him after this? What kind of a woman does he think she is? She has always been the quiet, reserved beauty and something about Cal makes her want to be daring.
A bead of sweat trailed down wet matted red hair, accumulating to a drop that rolled down a smooth, long back coming to rest upon the top of Angie's muscular ass as it moved up and down. Her arms on her lover's shoulders she slammed down upon him, taking all of him so easily as she tried to force the issue of her orgasm. It was coming and they were both closeβ¦
Mark finally let out a groan as he erupted into his wife. Still in heat Angie needed to use his remaining hardness as she drove down onto him and grinded herself against him until her volcano erupted within washing her from the bottom up with a wave of pleasure.
Both were breathing hard and laying on the bed. Angie rolled off of her husband and was laying face down, panting as Mark got up and put on his boxers. He opened up their patio door and pulled out a cigarette, his new bad habit that he picked up. Or picked back up. Angie enjoyed her moment and was basking in the glow of her work. It would've been nice if they could keep going but this was the usual now.
Angie had become a much more giving lover in the past couple months, not just because she was a sexual person but also because of the guilt she felt after being with Cal. The funny thing is that the more she tried to please Mark in bed, the more she thought of Cal and how it was different. Not just in one way but in so many ways.
"We got a party tomorrow, not far either." Mark calmly said puffing on his cigarette.
"Why the little notice?" Angie said.
"I wasn't sure if we were going but I figured it would be a good time to mingle. The guy throwing it has some connections I'd really like to get a hold of." Mark said with a longer drag than before.
"I thought yesterday you said you'd finally spend the night at home with me. I'm sure you coming home late every night has got to have you exhausted. You've been working a lot honey."
"Angie, you know this is for the both of us. Plus I have to tell you something about this guy's party. Word is he's a fan of the ladies, so you're my ace in the hold tomorrow. With you on my side he's gonna want to talk to me all night long."
"Are you just using me honey?" Angie said propping herself on her elbows.
"Of course, there's a twist too. One of the guys I know said the guy used to be a swinger and was always wanting to do weird stuff with his old lady. Not that it matters but it's going to have one of those masquerade themes."
And with a final drag on his cigarette, Mark came back to bed and fell asleep. Angie's nipples were so hard as the air from the outside rushed in. She wanted to grab Mark again but instead she knew the results that would come. She was too tired to put in that kind of effort again.
The night of the party Angie had on a long black dress that was almost like two streams of silk that went up vertically to cover her generous mounds and intertwined behind her neck exposing her long slender back. The back dipped low and stopped at a place that made all the men bite their lips and moan that it couldn't dip just an inch more just to show some of the swell that was her magnificent ass. A long slit exposed some of her left leg but just a bit above the knee to show a sexy expanse of muscle.
The dress was black with a long stream of white that ran along the two streams of silk. Her mask was black and went around her eyes and covered her nose. She walked around with Mark and met with the master of the house. The party wasn't as odd as she had feared but there was one unusual rule in that nobody could exchange names. This of course killed Mark's night as this was his networking opportunity. He was ready to meet and greet with as many people as he could but this would be almost impossible now. The host of the party intended it this way so as to avoid people like Mark that liked to bring their greed to parties and ruin the atmosphere.
When they met the host could do nothing but grin as he eyed the amazing Angie. The host was an elder gentleman, tall and in relatively good shape with slicked back gray hair. She took to his charm as an older gentlemen. Soon Angie found herself alone at the party and Mark was nowhere to be seen. Angie was mad and worried that Mark was out and about ready to break the "name" rule and she prayed that he wouldn't. To break this nice man's rules would certainly make her feel so bad.
Angie wandered around the room when she spotted a man by the fire place. In a black suit with a white mask on was a black man whose figure seemed so familiar. She leaned her head to the side and walked towards the fireplace intending just to catch a look and see if it was him. Even if it was or wasn't she just wanted to find out and turn around. She hadn't talked to him since that evening. Of course she would say hi if she passed him by during the day, they were neighbors of course, but she always tried not to make eye contact or talk too long because she could feel herself weakening around him.
She walked cautiously and then in a moment of accident and surprise their eyes met from a good 15 feet away. Both didn't know what to say to each other but Angie felt compelled to walk to him. She couldn't just turn and run, how would that look.
"Hi" they both meekly muttered to each other.
"How have you been?" Cal asked meekly, there was a somber tone to him that Angie had never known before.
"Good and you? What have you been up to?"
"Keeping busy, my website is picking up steam and I'm hoping to start something larger scale in a little bit. I was actually looking at offices and things to rent out. Any work for you lately?"
"Mark got me a couple of shoots for some store ads and things like that. Other than that I started taking some classes at the community college, some cooking and art just to occupy myself. Speaking of Mark I've been looking for him, have you seen him?"