Angel Flying: Kelley's Story

My first Angel story was written with William narrating. I've had suggestions that folks would like Kelley's viewpoint. Some have implied that since I am a woman, I could write a better story from the woman's perspective. We'll see. I've decided to do part two with her narrating. Hope you enjoy this take.

If you have read my husband's story then you know the arrangement that we have with Rashad. If not, a quick recap – we've been married for about 3 years and for the last 6 months or so I have been living the life of a whore. Rashad is the man who released my sexual self and made me what I have become. Yes, I know I am Rashad's whore but don't think I could ever go back to being the prim and proper wife I was before. It started when William and my sex life began to get boring. I mean, William is not a bad lover as men go, but he is not anything tremendously special either. But he is a kind, considerate husband. He is the one who suggested we play some games, his term, with me dressing seductively and exposing myself in public. At first, of course, I thought the idea was ridiculous but eventually, the idea appealed to me. The more I thought about it the more the thought of exhibitionism began to turn me on. We always went out together, either to malls, restaurants or bars with music and a dance floor. We would go back to our home afterwards and have pretty good sex. But that got old after a short while too. I began to wonder what it would be like to actually let another man have what I had been showing him. I found the thought of being with a strange man a real turn on, but it took me a while to get the courage to go out on my own. Well I had the opportunity. You see, William has evening hospital rounds every week on Wednesdays and since we live a long way from the hospital and his office, he would stay over that night and come home the next evening. I finally screwed up my courage and went out on my own. So, here is how it all started, how I met Rashad and how he completely captivated me.

On one of our outings William and I had passed a small night spot not too far from our home called simply 'My Place'. It looked interesting but we didn't want to be too close to home when we played our games. Well, I didn't want to go too far from home by myself and, truthfully, this place didn't look like a place anyone we knew would frequent. I decided to wear one of my business suits with a white, sleeveless, tight, turtle neck top of very thin fabric (not quite sheer but close) under the jacket, no bra, short skirt, but not too short, panties, stay up stockings and pumps with moderately high heels. The swell of my breasts was visible through the wide openings of the arm holes of my top and the shadow of my nipples were visible through the light fabric. I was especially careful with my makeup – not too heavy but a little light blue eye shadow, some color for my cheeks, and pale pink lipstick. I had been out with William wearing a lot less clothes and a lot more makeup but, by myself, I didn't want to be too daring. I had only a vague idea of what I would do when I got there. I didn't know what the place would look like inside. I decided that if it didn't look or feel right I would just turn around and leave.

I arrived about 10:00 PM, walked through the front door and looked around. It was dark with low level indirect lighting, a juke box or music system of some sort playing quietly in the background. As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior I could make out a dance floor with a few small tables surrounding it. The décor inside was nice, much nicer than one would expect from seeing from the outside. From the back of the room a horseshoe shaped bar protruded. The place wasn't crowded but I could see several of the tables were occupied and 4 or 5 seats at the bar were taken. Since I was by myself I chose a space close to the end of the bar with a couple of vacant seats on either side of me. The bartender came my way, asked what I would like. I ordered a glass of white wine and placed my purse on the bar in front of me. As I waited for my wine I noticed several couples dancing on the small dance floor to a slow country/western tune. I looked down the bar at the others sitting there. Most were men and, now that my eyes had fully adjusted, noticed that all were black. Uh-oh. Had I made a mistake in coming here after all. Was this a de facto blacks only place. No – one of the couples dancing was white. I relaxed a little more and in my peripheral vision could tell that I was being observed by a few of the men down the bar from me. It was warm at the bar and I decided to remove my jacket. The stools at the bar had chair back seats that swiveled around and I hung my jacket on the back of the seat. I took a cigarette out the pack from my purse, placed it in my mouth and fumbled for my lighter.

"Let me get that", a voice beside me said as I felt someone slide onto the seat next to me. He offered a light for my cigarette. Surprised, I accepted the light and turned to see who now sat beside me.

"Thanks", I said, a little breathlessly. I was looking at an extremely attractive black man, close cropped black hair, tall and well built. His voice was so soft and his manner so friendly I didn't feel threatened at all. "You sort of snuck up on me there", I smiled.

"Well, didn't mean to surprise you but it's my business to make sure all attractive ladies in this place are taken care of properly." He smiled at me and I saw perfect white teeth in a beautiful chocolate face. I mean – he was really a nice looking guy. Shivers went up and down my spine as I tried to compose myself. My wine came and the bartender asked if I wanted to run a tab. I replied that I did and took a small sip of the wine.

"You know those things will kill you", he said, pointing to my cigarette lying in the ash tray between us.

"I know", I said, "I'm going to quit again one of these days, but not tonight". Sitting there without my jacket on, I could tell my nipples were rigid and very apparent through the tight material of my top. He smiled that smile again and said "I know how that is. I quit a hundred times before I finally quit for good." That smile was infectious.

"So tell me – what brings a good looking lady like you out to a place like this all by your lonesome?"

"Well," I replied, "My husband had a business appointment and I wanted to go out, and since he couldn't take me, I just decided to go on my own." Did that sound too naïve? Yes, probably. He smiled again.

"So, you're married. Not in business for yourself are you?" he asked. What? Business for myself?

"Noooo", I slowly answered, "I'm not sure I know what you mean 'business for myself'".

"Please, I don't mean to offend you and you don't look like a professional but I don't allow solicitation in here and I need to make sure. That's all I meant. Again I apologize if I offended you in any way."

"Oh, Jeeze, you thought I might be a – a hooker?" I said, my mouth hanging open. "But I guess I can see how you might thinks so. I mean I am alone and at the bar and probably look like I needed company. Well, I may need company, but not that kind right now", I said looking into my wine glass and taking another, longer sip.

"You are obviously not a street walker. We do get a few of those in here from time to time but after talking with you I don't think you're that type", he said with emphasis on 'that type'. He smiled again, his expression saying 'but I know your type'. I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him. We were sitting with our seats swiveled to face each other and my skirt had ridden up a little and I was showing a lot of leg. But my legs were primly together and I tried to be the picture of innocence. I don't think I succeeded.

"My name is Rashad", he said softly as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned closer. "I own this place and want all my customers to feel at home here. Especially ladies that look as good as you. What's your name if you don't mind telling me".

I felt myself get wet. I know I was blushing but hopefully the dim lighting hid that. "I - I'm Kelley", I stammered. He didn't move his hand and I could feel it's heat through my stocking clad leg. "Thanks for the compliment". I finished my wine and Rashad signaled the bartender and asked for two more glasses of wine.

"Do you mind if we talk a bit", he asked. "I think I need to get to know you better" he said as his hand did move just a bit, rubbing up my thigh from my knee, just a few inches, then back again.

He continued to rub slowly as I replied, "No, I wouldn't mind. I think you're a nice guy and I think I might like to get to know you a little better too." Did I say that, to a man I had just met who had his hand on my leg? I was getting hotter and hotter here by the minute and didn't know where this was going, but didn't want it to stop just yet. He moved his seat just a bit closer and as our wine came he began stroking my arm in a sensual fashion, slowly and with just the slightest touch, from shoulder to elbow and back. The bartender seemed to ignore both of us, but as he left the wine and moved back down the bar I saw a smile playing on his lips.

"So, Kelley girl, tell me about yourself". And I did. To this day am surprised at how he gained my confidence and I just told him everything about my life, my marriage, eventually even telling him about William and our outings and my exhibitionist tendencies. He just smiled at me a lot and encouraged me to open up. Sometimes I wonder if he didn't somehow hypnotize me to get me to tell him so much, but I really just think he instilled such trust that I felt no threat at all in answering the occasional question that kept me talking. As we talked his hands moved to my waist and he began to rub up and down from waist to where the swell of my breast was exposed beneath my underarm. When I wound down, and finished my tale with "and that's how I ended up here. I don't think I am ready for an extramarital affair but the thought is there and it intrigues me." I was silent and stared at my wine. I picked it up and drank the half full glass in one gulp. "God, how did I manage to tell you all that. You should be a therapist. In fact I doubt I would have told a therapist as much as I've told you."

He smiled that damned smile again, and I found myself melting as his hand lingered, now on my chest under my left breast. His hand moved slowly upward to cup it softly, rubbing in a slow circular motion. My eyes closed and I took small jerky breaths. "Please", I said. "I don't think I'm ready for this yet. Tell me about yourself now. I - I don't know anything about you yet," I stammered. I looked around to see if we were being watched. No one was watching that I could see.

He continued to massage my breast through my top for a few more seconds, then moved his hand to my lap. Now rubbing the top of my thigh, again slowly and softly, he said, "Kelley, you don't know it yet but you are going to get to know me a lot better I think. I think I know you pretty well now and I think --- well. You have taken it this far on your own and, I hope, realize that you don't need William to protect you. At least not from me. I know you're not ready tonight, but I hope you will be back. In fact I will expect you back – what did you say William's schedule was – rounds every Wednesday?" I nodded mutely.

"From what you tell me of William, I think he might enjoy taking your games to the next level, and then perhaps to another level beyond that," he said as I looked at him with a confused expression.

"What do you mean 'the next level'," I asked. His hands were moving higher and higher, pushing my skirt up so that my panties were visible between my legs.

"Well, you said your games consisted mainly of you being simply an exhibitionist, correct?" I nodded. "And you never really got involved with any other men other than letting them look, right?" Again I nodded. "The next level, Kelley girl, is to let William see you with another man – no, no. I don't mean have sex with another man – at least not yet," he chuckled. "I think the next time you go out to play your little games you should go to a place called the 'Shadow Lounge'. Know where that is?" I nodded again. "I can guarantee that a nice looking guy will come over and ask you to dance. You should accept the invitation and give William a nice show with this guy. Dance real close, let him have some liberal gropes of your ass and – what ever other places might be available. Once you start to dance with this guy, just do what feels right."

His hands had been moving on me the entire time he was telling me this. He had pushed my legs apart so he could rub the inside of my thigh. As he finished talking, he let his hand brush against the front of my panties. He rubbed up and down a few times and I know he felt my wetness.

"How do you know a guy will ask me to dance?" I asked.

"Leave that to me. No, it won't be me but I'll ask one of my friends to do it. Don't worry, he's completely trustworthy and you needn't worry that he would cause any trouble. The whole idea will be to see how William reacts to this situation. Do we have a deal?" he asked.

I nodded, this time managing a strangled "Y – Yes. I think so. I guess I will know for sure Saturday. When we go out, playing games, that's usually the night. Right now I think I will, but I don't know how I'll feel when you stop touching me."

"Just remember me, and maybe you'll know it's right for you to do this. You wanted to spice things up, didn't you. What better way, hmm?"

I was so flustered, I pulled away and turned back to the bar. "I really think I should go now," I said, slowly and shakily standing.

"Sure, Kelley," he said as we both stood. He reached behind my head and gently pulled our faces together. I couldn't move my eyes from that mouth, the one with the captivating smile, as he kissed me. I opened my mouth and he kissed me deeper than I have ever been kissed before. As we broke apart I almost forgot to breathe. I finally sucked in a deep breath in a very unladylike gasp. He smiled again and said. "Hope to see you back here in a week, Kelley girl. After we see how William takes this next level"

Dumbly I nodded and gathered my things. I fumbled in my purse for money to pay my tab. "Forget it, Kelley girl. This night is on me. It has been a pleasure to talk with you and I will look forward to our next meeting." With that he turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar.

I picked up my jacket and put it on, gathered my things and left on unsteady feet.

As I walked to my car I was very aware that I was as wet between my legs as I had ever been. I got in the car and immediately removed my panties. With my skirt up around my waist I let my juices lubricate the seat beneath me. I drove straight home, feeling the vibration of the car, thinking of Rashad, remembering his soft touch, that smile, and his oh, so soft voice. Once inside the house I stumbled to the bedroom, removed all my clothes and, with memories of Rashad's touch on my skin, masturbated to an earth shattering climax. It took all of three minutes and afterwards I was glowing. Damn, it felt good. I showered, masturbated again, then to bed and to sleep, exhausted, to dream of this beautiful black man with the smile and soft touch.

When William arrived home Thursday evening, I was dressed a tank top and a pair of short shorts that I know he likes. I met him with a hug and a sensual kiss that surprised even me. Perhaps I was feeling a little guilty but mostly I was just horny as hell. I needed sex after my night out. I whispered in his ear "I want you, right now", licked his ear, then took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I began by undressing him, then, kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth. I sucked and laved my tongue around his dick as he became fully erect. He was moaning and humping my mouth. William's cock is only around 8 inches long but is fairly thick. Certainly not record breaking size but decent. I took him all the way into my mouth, the tip of his cock banging the back of my throat. He loves it when I deep throat him. At least that's what he considers it. I have since found new meaning to the term deep throat. But that night I just wanted sex however it came, and William was my only alternative at the time. I couldn't complain I guess. Not that night anyway. He satisfied me completely. We did it in every position, 69 which I love, doggy style, missionary position, me on top, facing him, with my back to him and him playing with my breasts. William surprised me with his stamina as we fucked each other to exhaustion. I will always be grateful to the gods that gave women the ability to have multiple orgasms. I must have climaxed a dozen times that evening. We forgot about dinner and ended going to sleep in each others arms. In my life, to that point, that was the best sex I had ever had. And I knew I loved William for his consideration and abilities as my lover. Of course I know now that his abilities pale in comparison to some others I have known since. But William remains my anchor, my home that I think I will always be able to return to. Even when I say things to him that I know humiliate and degrade him, I know he will always be there for me. He is now just as hooked on this lifestyle as I am. And, though I know it sounds corny, and under the circumstances, hard to believe, on some level, there is still love between us.

William left for the office around 7:00 the next morning. I feigned sleep until he left. As he left the bedroom he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I almost cried. I knew what I was going to do next Wednesday and felt guilty already, but couldn't get Rashad out of my mind.

Friday night when William arrived home - I was distant. I told him I didn't feel well, that he had sapped all my energy the night before. Saturday came and he suggested going out and play a game or two.

I agreed, thinking 'he wants a game – well that's what he's going to get.' With one of my standard outfits on, and with no panties, I left with William around 8:00. We drove right by Rashad's place and I, nonchalantly I thought, commented that it looked like an interesting place and that we should maybe try it sometime. William dismissed the idea. The place was too close to home. We had decided, at my suggestion, to go to the 'Shadow Lounge'. We arrived there about 45 minutes after leaving home. We went through our usual routine with me flashing my bare crotch as I slid into our booth, taking off my jacket and, with the top I had on, making it obvious that I wore no bra. We danced to a few slow songs with William holding my ass as I sensuously ground my pelvis into him. In the middle of the second dance with William, I glanced at the bar and saw Rashad sitting there watching us. He was with another guy and he smiled and nodded as he saw me recognize him. He said something to his friend as he turned away. As the song ended, I stumbled and William caught me "Anything wrong, Kelley?" he asked.

"No," I said, "just a little turned on after that dance." We sat back down. I know my face was flushed, from the hot dancing we had been doing, and knowing what was probably going to happen soon. I dropped my hand to my lap and, holding William's gaze, slowly pulled my skirt up and dipped my hand between my legs. I spread them apart and, with my fingers, opened my pussy lips and inserted a finger. I closed my eyes, knowing that he couldn't see what I was doing, but the guys at the bar could.

"Kelley, are you doing what I think you are doing?" William whispered. I opened my eyes and nodded, grinning.

"What do you think I'm doing William?" I asked with an innocent expression, continuing to play with myself. I noticed Rashad bend over and say something to his friend, then saw him start to make his way to our booth. I pulled my hand from under the table and closed my legs, primly. Then, looking at William, licked my fingers.