Angel - Chapter 8

The following week, Pennsylvania:

It was the Tuesday a week after Angel left, and Josh sat on the couch watching the basketball game while Emily was baking something in the kitchen. Every now and then he would let out a hoot or a holler when someone from the team he was rooting for made a basket. Emily had gone through the trouble to make him a sandwich and bring him a beer the moment he came home from the office.

He was still in his pressed shirt and the tie was hanging off the arm of the couch. Only the side table lamp was on and it was starting to get dark outside. Intent on the game, Josh never heard the phone ring until Emily brought it to him.

“Its Owen.” She said, handing him the phone.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Josh said into the receiver.

“Nothing J man. Getting a group of guys together for Max’s Bachelor party this weekend.”

“Oh yeah? What's the plan?”

“Some of the guys wanted to go away, like a retreat thing. Wanted to get some suggestions.”

“Huh. Well, do we want booze and babes, or hunting and camping?”

“The majority vote is for the booze and women.”

“What about a weekend in Baltimore?” Josh regretted suggesting this the moment it came out of his mouth.

“Damn Josh, that’s a hell of an idea. We could hit some of the strip joints, stay at one of the hotels at the harbor. The wife and me visited there last year. Not too shabby.”

“Well, uh, or we could go over to the beach side of Delaware.” Josh hoped the second suggestion would be taken instead.

“Hell no, we should go to Baltimore. Max will get a kick out of that!”

“Well, whatever O. Just let me know what the final plan is. I can get away for anything, and welcome the opportunity to do as often as possible.”

“Shit Josh, you haven’t been married even 5 months yet and already you are running from the old lady. Just wait until the brat gets there.”

“Ha ha. Just call me back with the details.” Josh hung up the phone as Emily returned to the living room with a tray of brownies.

“What was that about?” She asked, setting the plate on the table.

“Owen is throwing a Bachelor party for Max. Wants to go away for the weekend. The beach or something.”

“I don’t want you to go away for the whole weekend, Josh.” Emily said in a whining voice. “I have a doctors appointment on Saturday and I still haven’t been feeling well. I wish you would stay here.”

“I’ll think about it Em, but as part of the bridal party, I do have certain obligations.” Josh had no intentions of staying home this weekend, but in order to pacify Emily, he said what he could to smooth it over.

“Well, I wish you wouldn’t go.” Emily said grumpily as she sat down next to Josh and propped her feet up on the table. Josh reached for her hand and sat in silence for a few minutes. Slowly, he started rubbing her thigh and moved his hand over to the place where her love hole was hidden under a small pregnant belly.

He massaged lightly, feeling friction build and the heat spread. He hadn’t fucked since Angel left, and it had been months since he had fucked his wife. He was horny and he wanted a piece of ass, even if it wasn’t Angel.

He leaned over, nuzzling Emily’s neck, kissing her sloppily and allowing his other hand to grope her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him back and his mouth mashed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. She moaned a distressed sound that Josh took as an okay to precede. Angel liked it rough, and having that with her, made him want it now with Emily. 

He slipped his hands into her elastic pants and began massaging the top of her mound. He found the clit swollen and he rubbed it ferociously all the while kissing her hard. He managed to pop a button off her shirt and he heard it tinkle across the room as his hand made it into her bra. Emily’s breasts were large globes that seemed heavier now that she was pregnant, and Josh liked that. He leaned over and took the nipple into his mouth, biting hard.

“Ouch!” Emily complained, pulling back. “Be careful!”

Growling almost playfully, Josh popped open the rest of Emily’s shirt to expose both breasts. She began to squirm under his hands and Josh could feel his cock pressing tightly against his trousers. Emily stayed still, allowing her husband to paw at her body. He began to slide her pants off and she began to cry. Josh stopped, and sighing in frustration, threw up his hands.

“What now?” he asked.

“Why…why do you have to be so rough?” She asked, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

“Em, I’m not being rough, I just want to fuck and I hate that I have to get you ‘in the mood’ every time I want to stick my cock in you.”

Emily retracted as if she had been hit. Josh had never talked to her that way, and the shocked look on her face softened Josh for a moment.

“Look, I want to make love to you and I wish you felt the same.”

“I do too,” she said tersely. “But right now, I just don’t feel like doing that.”

“God, when do you ever? Before we got married I couldn’t keep you off me. Now all of a sudden your like a fucking nun!” He said, his voice starting raise.

“I am sooo sorry I am pregnant and find sex repulsing. Really, I did this myself right? I got my self pregnant!”

“Trust me Em, you do not want to have this conversation with me right now.” Josh stood from the couch and turned to leave the room. “You won’t like how it ends.” 

Josh left the living room and the basketball game behind. He grabbed his laptop and thundered up the stairs. He needed to clear his head, need to stop seeing red and goddamn it, needed to get off. The boner in his pants was still raging hard and becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Josh slammed the door to the bedroom and locked it behind. He took off his shirt and as he sat on the bed, he began thinking of Angel, her sweet ass offering him the pleasure of burying his cock deep into her pussy. Another wave of pulsation circulated through his cock and he unzipped his pants to release the pressure.

His cock sprang free, and the head was swollen and almost purple, ready to explode. God, he needed to have her. He needed to get off. He took off his pants and boxers, now standing nude except for his socks. Checking again to make sure the door was in fact locked, he made his way back to the bed and leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly. 

Slowly, he began thinking of Angel, her tits, her ass, her sweet little cunt. He imagined himself spreading the lips of her pussy, tasting her little bud and dipping his tongue into her hole. He began to stroke his cock, using the beads of precum to slide his fingers more easily over the tip. He thought of sliding his rod into her opening, slowly at first and listening to her moan his name. He imagined nibbling her nipples, pulling them taught against his mouth, sucking them all the way in.

Pumping harder now, his hand slid effortlessly over his knob, stretching the skin tight at the top. He closed his eyes and imagined Angel ridding him, her tits bouncing in his face, her ass making a slapping noise when she hit his balls. He was so close now, ready to explode at last. He imagined her kneeling in front of him, her mouth working his nuts, licking the shaft and taking the head into her mouth. With a few more yanks he cam hard, spurting the white cream onto his stomach.

Sighing, he relaxed the grip on his cock and stood, careful not to leak cum onto the bed. He flicked on the light in the bathroom and took a towel from the shelf and wiped the jiz clean from his body. He started the shower and when the temperature was right, he stood under the spray, and finally feeling relaxed. When he got out and had dried off, he heard the phone ring again and grabbed it from the cradle next to the nightstand.

“Hello?” Josh said.

“Hey man, its Owen. We have a plan.”

“What's the plan?”

“We are totally going to Baltimore on Friday. Staying at the Hyatt at the harbor.”

“Who’s coming?” Josh said pulling on lounge pants.

“Yours truly, Max of course, Nic, Evan, Trey and you.”

“Man, that’s gonna be a blast.”

“Hell yeah! Limo is coming at 3, so be ready my man.”

“Will be. See ya then.”

Josh hung up the phone and headed downstairs. He took his blanket and a pillow along with his laptop back down to the den and made up camp. He figured that Emily would be sleeping alone in their bed tonight, but at least he could beat her to the punch and make his bed on the couch before she asked him to.

******

Friday couldn’t come soon enough for Josh. Thursday night he started packing for the weekend away and over the last few days had grown considerably calmer, knowing he would soon be in the town where Angel lives. Of course, he didn’t know once he got there if he could find her, or wanted to find her. But he did want to find her. He just wasn’t sure if he would be able to.

On Thursday, he called Angel’s mom and asked casually if she knew where Angel and Johanna lived or worked or their phone numbers. Curiously, Angel’s mom didn’t have a clue. This made it quite difficult for Josh to find them if he did decide to go hunting for her. Aside from searching every dental office in town, his chances of finding her were slim.

By 3 pm on Friday, he was ready to go and the limo arrived right on time. He was the last to be picked up since he lived on the edge of town and in the direction of southbound lanes out of PA. He hauled himself into the seat and was handed a beer. He slapped high fives with his friends closest to his seat and nodded to the others. The limo lurched away and the rowdy boys hollered loudly. Relaxing a few degrees more after each mile of PA fell behind, Josh began to enjoy the time with his friends.

Several hours later, the limo pulled into the lot of the hotel and the guys removed themselves on woozy legs and Owen checked them into the hotel. The male boding and rowdiness continued up to the 12th floor and into the elaborate suite that Owen had reserved for their weekend of fun.

“Holy shit O!” Max, the groom to be exclaimed. “This is fucking great!”

“Yeah man,” Nic said from the living room. “They left mad booze in the bar!”

Owen beamed at the attention his planning was being paid, and one by one they gave Owen a high five. 

“So, gentlemen, let the fun begin!” Hoots and hollers ensued after Owen’s last comment and a flurry of excitement roused the group again. The guys changed into night wear and made their way down to the lobby of the hotel. The 6 boys waited while the limo circled around the block for the last time and came to a stop at the front of the hotel. Once again they were on their way.

“Well, what's the first stop?” Evan said. He pushed his brown unruly hair out of his eyes.

“My man Fred!” Owen said shouting to the front of the limo to the driver. “Where can we see some ass around here?”

“Well, do you want to see ladies in bikinis, or ladies in the buff?” Fred said, glancing in the rear view mirror.

“In the buff!” The 6 guys said together from the back.

“In that case,” Fred said, switching lanes, “you need to go to the Gold Club. hot women and cold beer, my friends.”

“On to the Gold Club, then.” Max said. 

The rest of the night was spent drinking and getting as close to the girls as possible. They each paid for a lap dance for Max and although the girls were smoking hot, they weren’t putting out. Owen was slightly disturbed at this, since he was the man in charge this weekend, and he wanted his friends to get laid and have a good time. On the ride home, Fred asked how it was and if he was right.
“Hell yeah!” Josh said, drunk and slurring his words. “Just tell me one thing, where can we get some ass? Real ass.”

“Yeah man!” Nic said, suddenly looking concerned. “We are here to par-tey!”

“My friends!” Fred said, “I will not steer you wrong! Tomorrow night we go to The Block where all the good shit is if you’d like. And I just so happen to know a man who knows some girls who will come to the hotel and dance. If you catch my drift!” 

“Hell yeah, Fred! Bring it on!” Trey said grabbing another beer.

When they finally got back to the hotel, all except Owen stumbled into the lobby. He exchanged the information with Fred for the name and number of the guy to get the stripper for the following night. Owen was dead set about making this weekend memorable for all of his friends.

Saturday came for the boys with too bright light and pounding headaches. Groggily, they all dressed and finally managed to get out of the hotel by noon. The wandered to the harbor and ate lunch at the notorious Hooters and drank from the pitcher that caused them pain the night before.

“Man,” Evan said, picking up a wing. “Last night was a trip!”

“For sure.” Trey said, eyeing the young girl in the fluorescent orange shorts. “My head is killing me.”

“You’re telling me!” Max said. “I am just glad I actually remember getting those ball rubs last night. What fun would it be if I couldn’t remember that?”

Josh laughed and Owen motioned for another pitcher of beer to be brought. He cleared his throat. The guys around the table quit bitching about their hangovers and gave Owen their attention.

“While you pussies were puking your guts up this morning, I got a hold of our pleasure source for this evening.” Owen enjoyed the fact that his friends were now paying close attention to his every word. “The stripper will be ascending our hotel room at 9 tonight for entertainment. I have taken care of the fundage needed to cover her flat rate, but anything extra,” he paused and looked them each in the eye, “Is yours to pay. Understand?”

The boys nodded their heads. Josh spoke up. “And, uh, who is this guy who is setting this up?”

“Some dick named Romeo. He was a real ass on the phone.” Owen said.

“Romeo?” Josh scrunched up his face. He thought this name sounded familiar but couldn’t place it. He knew he had heard it before, and recently, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember.

“Yup. Said he was sending one of his best dancers.” Owen made quotation marks in the air to emphasize. “Yeah, if that’s what you call them.” He snickered.

The conversation waned and they wrapped up lunch. Set with a long night ahead of themselves and too tired to comprehend doing anything else, they made their way back to the hotel for a quick dip in the indoor heated pool and then back to the room for an afternoon siesta. 

At 9 pm sharp, a call came from the front desk and when Owen put down the phone in their spacious living room in the suite, he was excited.
“She’s here boys!” He said loudly, causing the guys to scurry from their rooms and from the kitchen. Owen left out of the room and impatiently waited for the elevator to take him to the first floor. When the doors opened he searched franticly for the hot piece of ass the guy Romeo promised. Sure enough, a smoking brunette was standing at the front desk. Her long legs were showing underneath her lightweight coat.