Coincidentally, with her thoughts on her appearance, she heard a camera flash nearby. She looked around and realized someone had just taken a picture of her. Stopping in her tracks, she turned to examine the photographer. He was a tall Caucasian guy with a fedora hat and sunglasses. He didn't quite look like a tourist, yet he had a crisp look about him and sported designer wear. Angela watched as he approached her.
“Sorry if I startled you. I’m Wallace Bourne. I work for an up-and-coming Caribbean magazine and I just had to have a picture of you. I hope you don't mind.” He grinned a lopsided smirk, his green eyes twinkling.
ANGELA COULDN’T HELP feeling a little flattered. And tickled. “Uh no. It's cool, I guess.”
“Great. What's your name if you don't mind my asking?”
“Um, Angela.” She wasn’t usually shy, but suddenly Angela was finding herself tongue-tied.
“Ah. Angela. That's a nice name. Say, Angel, do you mind if I take a few more photos of you? I have a studio set arranged right across the street.” He pointed to the door. “It would make my day to get photos of a glorious angel such as yourself.” He smiled and she laughed a little, charmed at the idea.
He had her laughing now. “Well, when you put it that way ... sure!”
Wallace took her hand and led her across the street. The store they entered was lined with magazines, books, journals, and photo equipment. Wallace hailed the attendants and made his way around the back where, lo and behold, a picturesque set for a photo shoot awaited. There was a green screen on the wall with two light stands set up.
“Wow!” exclaimed Angela, “I've never been on a set like this before.”
Wallace faked a gasp of disbelief, “With a body like that, you should be centerfold of every beauty magazine.”
Angela blushed. Silly as she felt, her heart fluttered a bit. “So where do you want me?”
“Just stand in front of the green screen and I'll take some warm-up photos.”
Angela did as she was told. She began posing and Wallace started snapping pictures. While he moved around her, he occasionally used his hands to align her body in the sexy position he required, causing little electric sensations to course through her body. Ohmygod, I’m like a silly teen-ager she told herself.
As she posed and he snapped, conversation flowed easily. Angela found herself feeling beautiful and interesting again. Wallace seemed fascinated by her. Through conversation, Angela learned that he was a thirty-two year-old Danish citizen, here doing photography for a travel magazine. He was divorced with no children, and hoped to settle in this beautiful, warm country.
Finally, after a dozen shots, Wallace stepped closer. He ran his hands up her stomach, stopping to cradle the small of her back. approached What was he doing? His fingers strayed lightly to her breasts. She couldn’t help it. Her whole body tingled. She felt her nipples harden as he caressed them, looking at her with adoration.
She felt her juices begin to flow. The pulsating sensation in her vagina alarmed her. For a moment she stood, breathless and flushed. Angela shook her head. No! I can’t do this! And she broke away.
“What do you think you're doing? I'm a married woman!” She observed his lack of concern.
His voice was deep and sexy. “I’m sorry. You’re just so temping! You may be married, but I don't get the impression that you're... fully satisfied.”
A wave of apprehension and guilt washed over Angela, “I'm leaving.”
As she turned to leave, she heard Wallace's words chasing her. “Angel, I'll be right here if you ever want your picture taken... or anything else.”
With one final gulp Angela left the establishment.
Chapter 4
It was a hot, sultry Sunday morning. Just home from church, Angela sat across from Andrew at the table. She watched as he read the newspaper and sipped warm mint tea. He seemed to be in a world of his own. Angela dabbled on her phone, though her mind was elsewhere. It had been a week since she’d had the encounter with the photographer and she still had not said a word of it to Andrew. But should she? Was it worth jeopardizing her marriage over a fleeting lapse in judgment?
Angela felt her hand drop from her jaw to her breast, and she immediately dropped it into her lap when she realized what was going through her mind. Damn it! Why had it taken a total stranger to get her aroused? She wanted Andrew to man up and handle her body, not Wallace! Now she was stuck trying to convince herself that Andrew would soon assert himself and fuck her the way she deserved. But a quick glance across the table told her otherwise. Without warning, she stood up.
“Where are you going?” Andrew inquired.
“Oh, I'm going to head to the grocery store to get a few things. You want anything?”
“No, I'm good.” His eyes didn't leave the newspaper. “Are you sure you want to go out dressed like that?”
Angela looked down at the long one-piece blue dress that hugged her hips and bosom, “I'll be fine. See you in an hour or so.” With that, she made her way out the door.
Since she had the car on this occasion, Angela parked in the plaza and once again began exploring the streets of St. John’s. Occasionally she would stop at a haggler to ask the price of goods. All in all, she really stood out in her busty attire, so she wasn't surprised when she heard a familiar voice cooing in her ear.
“Well if it isn't Angel face. I wonder what you could be doing back in this neck of the woods. Is there anything I can assist you with? I'm sort of a... hands on kind of guy.”
Angela turned to face Wallace. He had a smug look on his face. She shot him a sharp look, disarming him where he stood.
“I'm perfectly capable of finding what I want, thank you very much,” she snapped.
“Geez, why so testy? I just came over to ask if you'd give me another chance to add you to the magazine. I'm sure our readers would love to get a look at you.”
“And what makes you think I'd let you after the stunt you pulled last time?”
“Stunt? You're overreacting. But if I offended you, I apologize.”
Angela stood and listened to Wallace's long narrative. He pleaded with her and assured her he would behave himself. He didn't stop until he was certain he had gotten his point across. Angela had to giggle at his little-boyish way as he dropped to his knees to beg her.
“So what do you say? Can we have another try?”
Angela looked at the outstretched hand. She then sighed heavily, “Fine, but just this one time.”
A devious grin uncurled on Wallace's face as he began leading Angela away.
ANGELA FOUND HERSELF back in the same photo studio. She was so busy checking out how much the place had changed since her last visit that she didn't even notice Wallace closing the door behind her.
“So how are we going to do this?” she asked.
“Well how about we start with this thing right here...”
Angela turned around. There stood Wallace with his pants down and his huge penis standing at full attention. Angela stared at it for a second and gulped. Wallace walked slowly over to her. Soon he was inches away from her face, his dick rubbing up against her dress.
She felt the breath knocked out of her. “Wallace, y-you said that you would behave yourself.”
“And I fully intend to. I won't do anything you don't want me to do.”
With that, he lowered his head and placed his lips on hers. Her resistance was slight, and lessened as she felt his tongue in her mouth and his hand fondling her breast. A moan escaped her lips, and she broke the kiss.
“Wallace, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Just go with it.”
He lifted her up and carried her over to a desk in the corner. Sitting her on the desk, he kissed her deeply. She felt herself softening, losing the will to resist. He pulled her to stand between his thighs. Wrapping his hands around her, firmly spanning her large butt cheeks with his palms he gave them a squeeze. Finally, he grabbed the hem of her dress and ho
isted it above her waist. Wallace could not believe his eyes. Angela was not wearing any panties whatsoever. He felt compelled to capitalize on this discovery. Lifting her onto the table, he bent towards her, smothering her thighs with feathery kisses, and little sucking motions with his lips. Laying her back, his mouth began to search her vagina, whipping his tongue around to explore every crevice. She moaned and writhed there on the hard table. His tongue penetrated her cave, drawing intricate circles along the walls inside. Then, flicking down to her clit it dipped and swooped. She felt the muscles contracting deep within her loins, sending an electric sensation all the way up to her breasts. Her hips twitched, making her pelvis thrust forward grinding into his agile, experienced tongue.
Gently lifting her from the table Wallace bent Angela over it, leaving her pussy fully exposed from the rear. He wasted not another minute. She was so deliciously wet! He guided himself inside her, and began slamming up against her. Angela's voice echoed as she felt Wallace's dick filling her with excitement. It was so good. And so deep. She had almost forgotten what it was like to just let go and be lost in thrill of a good fuck. She remained sprawled on the desk, listening to the melody that Wallace's dick made as he perpetuated her pussy. He was so big and his thrust was powerful. She had dreamed of being fucked like this.
“So you were playing me all along,” Wallace announced as he pounded her. “Making me beg when you wanted to be fucked. Well, take it! Take – every – inch!” He increased his pace, gripping her by the arch of her back. “I bet your husband never fucks you like this.”
Angela tried to speak while panting, “Just... shut up and fuck me.”
At this Wallace paused and began moving in and out out her very slowly, “What was that? I can only finish fucking you if you say it louder.”
She could feel his cock teasing her. She bit her lip in sexual frustration and rubbed her knees together, “Damn it, I said to hurry up! I want you to fuck me!” She then added a “please.”
And so, Wallace resumed drilling her with deep and powerful strokes that rocked her body and sent waves across her skin making her tingle. Oh what she wouldn't give to be fucked like this everyday.
Soon, Wallace pulled out and told her to suck him. She obeyed. She was completely under the spell of his magic rod. Wallace stood with his camera in his hand, taking pictures as he stuffed his cock in her mouth. She looked like she was trying to swallow a hot dog in one bite. She didn't care; she loved how he tasted. She continued working her mouth until he drained his fluids down her throat. God it was intense. But now that it was over, her return home sprang into her mind, and suddenly she felt dirty, both inside and out.
WHEN ANGELA GOT HOME, it was half past four.
“Hey,” greeted Andrew, “where are the groceries?”
Angela blinked, puzzled for a moment. “Groceries? Oh! Yeah, I forgot. I ran into... an old friend, and we kind of just lost track of time.” She could hear herself! She sounded so deceitful!
“I see,” replied Andrew absently. “Well your dinner’s in the microwave.”
A part of her died knowing she would get away with the horrible act of infidelity. “I'm going to take a shower,” she said quietly. “I'm feeling really dirty right now.”
Chapter 5
“How did it taste?”
Andrew's words snapped Angela out of her reverie. Her eye-lids fluttered wildly in surprise, his words strumming in her ears. She looked from the bowl of soup in front of her to the tureen. She then looked at Andrew and forced a smile.
“I-It was delicious. The best I've had in a while.”
Andrew smiled, pleased. He really was a good cook. This was yet another trait of Andrew's that Angela appreciated. But not enough to redeem his conservative sexual tastes.
They ate in silence. What an unconventionally boring way this was to spend their first anniversary. Earlier in the day, friends and relatives had passed by to congratulate them for remaining love-strong after one whole year. Successfully completing the first year had done more to impress their respective peers than it had done to endear themselves to each other.
Angela sighed inaudibly. Why had things turned out this way? Any other man in Antigua or the Caribbean would have had her fluids flowing like a faucet. Instead, her fate was intertwined with a man who apparently favored servicing the needy more than servicing the needs of his own dear wife. No wonder Angela had rendezvoused with Wallace so many times in the past few weeks! Was she really to be blamed? A woman, married or not, has needs; needs that her significant other should be fully aware of and be ready to fulfil. But by the same token, she was a married woman, and all married men expected a certain level of commitment and fidelity, cornerstones which Angela had violated. So was she justified in seeking to satisfy herself?
Angela alternated between a smile and a frown at the thought of Wallace. He had provided as many problems for her as he had solutions. Sometimes she would close her eyes and recollect the things Wallace had done to her body; things that Andrew dared not engage in lest he should offend the good Lord. But Angela loved these things. She loved being able to explore her sexuality, figuring out what was preferable, or off limits, or just felt good. With Wallace, nothing seemed off limits. Angela shrugged. It was a shameful realization.
“I'm heading over to Wood’s Mall,” Andrew announced. Angela hadn't realized how long he had been standing. there. “I'll be back soon.”
“Uh, okay.”
She watched him grab the car keys and head out the door. Laying back on the couch to relax she closed her eyes for a few minutes. Her peace, however, was interrupted when she heard a knock at the door. She slowly got up, went to the door, and began opening it.
“Did you forget some–” Angela stopped mid-sentence when she saw Wallace standing there smiling on her doorstep.
“Hi, Angel,” he purred, placing emphasis on her nickname. He began making his way inside, kissing Angela as he advanced. She was undoubtedly still in shock.
“Wallace! What are you doing here? You can't be here. It's our anniversary! He'll be back in an hour! You can't be here!”
Wallace affected a look of triumph, “An hour? Well, we'd better hurry up then, hadn’t we?”
As Wallace continued kissing her and removing her clothes, Angela felt powerless to resist. The thought of this forbidden love stirred her and made her receptive to Wallace's touch. Before she knew it, she was on all fours, performing doggy style with Wallace on the dining room floor.
“See, you're glad that I came, am I right?” He continued pumping her.
Angela didn't reply. She was too busy making her ass jiggle against his pelvis. For weeks, moments like these were all she could think about. This handsome man and his thick penis penetrating her deep and getting her juices to flow. She didn't want tame sex. She wanted this; a fuck that made her eyes roll back. She didn't want gentleness; she wanted a rough, unapologetic dick inside of her her. Hitting... drilling... pounding away. Panting... moaning... begging for more. It was the satisfaction she needed.
All of a sudden, in the midst of the session, she heard a car pulling up in the driveway.
“Shit! Andrew's back. Grab the clothes and get in the bathroom!” Wallace complied, pulling her into the bathroom with him. As they stowed their clothes in the basket, they could hear Andrew's voice.
“Hey, Angela. I forgot my wallet. Have you seen it?”
Angela struggled to answer. Wallace was rubbing his dick between her butt cheeks, with one hand squeezing her breast and the other hand fingering her pussy.
“I-I don't know where it is,” she called back, while trying to suppress her horny moan.
Wallace placed a hand on her lip and brought her over the edge of the tub into the shower, pulling the the curtain closed. He then turned on the water, and as Angela got wet, he began pounding her lightly from behind while cupping both her breasts.
She could hear Andrew in the other room moving around the furniture.
“Oh dear God,�
� Angela thought, “what am I doing?” She heard her own sensual sounds and replied to herself, “Getting fucked while your husband is in the next room, of course. Oh God, I'm a terrible wife. But this just feels so damn good.” The warm water coupled with Wallace inside of her drove her over the edge.
Soon Andrew could be heard approaching the bathroom. Wallace quickly fell on his knees and hid in front of Angela as her back faced the shower curtain. Her thick lower body sufficiently eclipsed Wallace.
The door handle turned and Andrew stuck his head in. “I found it.”
“G-Great,” Angela replied, thankful that he couldn't see through the blurry, opaque shower curtain.
“Honey, you won't believe who I ran into...”
As Andrew continued speaking, Wallace did the unthinkable. Already on his knees, he began to work his tongue along the walls of Angela's vagina licking and sucking animatedly.
“Oh my God!” Angela thought, “Is this man trying to get me killed! Is he really going to make me cum at a time like this?! I'm going to be struck by lightning, I just know it.”
But no lightning came, only the sound of Andrew's voice droning on in monologue. Angela held Wallace's head as she felt her body burst.
“Honey, are you okay?” Andrew asked, noting a shift in her breathing.
“Y-yeah. I-I’m fine. Are you still heading to Wood’s?”
“Oh right. I found my wallet so I'll hurry over there and then tell you everything when I come back.” With that he left, leaving Angela and Wallace still in the shower, bodies drenched.
Wallace got off his knees and kissed Angela, letting her savor the taste of her own juices on his tongue. He clutched her body next to his, “So do you want me to leave?” Angela's body was shaking. She didn't know how to reply; hence, she lowered her head. “Well, do you?” he asked again.
Angela wiped a lone tear from her eye, “No... don't go. Please stay.”
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