Angel's Revenge

“Goldi, let’s give Roll a real halftime show.”

Goldilocks didn’t hesitate. She smirked at Roll, stood up, and joined Angel on the floor. She began kissing her mouth deeply, gyrating her hips inside her lambskin skirt, ass facing Roll. Renee and Roll looked on in amazement as Angel pulled up Goldilocks’s skirt to reveal a pink thong and pretty ass. She palmed Goldilocks and spread her cheeks for Roll to see Goldi’s pink and wet lower lips.

“Oh, hell no, bitch!” Renee shouted. “What the fuck do you think you doin’?”

Roll grabbed her hand and sat her back down. “Damn, Renee. Chill! She only dancin’.” Roll smirked as Renee boiled.

Goldilocks dropped into a squat and spread her legs in front of Roll. Her arms were back up around Angel’s neck. Angel fingered Goldilocks’s pussy, making her tremble and bite her tongue.

“It’s all about you, Roll,” Angel crooned as she slowly removed Goldilocks’s clothing until Goldilocks was completely naked.

“Ain’t she sexy, Roll? Ain’t my bitch sexy?” Angel asked.

Renee shot Roll an evil look. “Roland, I don’t appreciate this shit. I really don’t.”

“Shhh!” Roll snapped.

Goldilocks continued to dance and seductively wiggled her finger to beckon Roll.

“Dance, hell! You freaky bitches wanna fuck my man!” Renee protested.

“Aww, honey. You got it all wrong,” Angel assured her. “We don’t wanna fuck Roll. We wanna fuck you,” Angel said as she pulled off her shirt and Goldilocks pulled down her pants.

Roll was totally fucked up. He had wanted to fuck Angel for years, ever since he had first seen her. But he knew she was a dyke. But now, here she was, naked, in a skybox, conjuring up an orgy with his wife and her girlfriend. He was confused trying to figure out where he would fit in.

Does she mean she only wants Renee or does she want the both of us? he wondered.

“Me?!” Renee squealed, taken totally by surprise.

“What up, Nee?” Roll grinned lustfully. “You wit’ it?”

“Hell, no, I ain’t wit’ it! And I can’t believe you’d ask me some shit like that! I’m your wife, Roland, not them nickel bitches you be fuckin’!” she screamed at him.

Angel and Goldilocks, both completely naked, slowly approached Renee.

“Even more so why we should be able to do anything together. You my wife!” he screamed back, using reverse psychology. He was determined not to miss his chance. He couldn’t wait to stick his dick up in Angel and her girlfriend, and if the only way he could do it was through his wife, then she needed to get her ass in motion. “I do everything you ask me to, when you ask me to. Why you can’t do this for me? I want you to,” he said, convincing himself as he attempted to convince her.

Renee loved Roland and his money. It was true that he did everything under the sun for her and her children, even the ones that weren’t his.

Maybe if we do it together, he won’t cheat on me. He’ll cheat with me, she rationalized as she imagined Angel and Goldilocks up in her house with her man when she wasn’t home. He’s gonna fuck ’em regardless. He wants to fuck them. I could do it for him, she thought.

“Don’t worry, baby. We won’t hurt you,” Angel purred as she parted Renee’s thick caramel thighs. Renee’s skirt crept up her thighs as Angel bent over between her legs.

“Please, Roland,” Renee begged.

“Go ’head, yo,” he drooled, completely aroused.

Angel and Goldilocks each placed one of Renee’s legs over a shoulder and began to double-tongue her apprehensions away, two caressing tongues worked together for one common purpose.

Roll was too stupid to realize what the freak show would cost him.

Renee’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she mumbled incoherently. Angel sat up, straddled her lap, kissed her mouth deeply, and pinched her hard nipples teasingly while Goldilocks licked and sucked her pussy. Renee had never come so hard, or so quickly, in her life.

“Ohh, God!” she gasped as Angel pulled her to the floor on top of her. Roll couldn’t take seeing the three gorgeous bodies wrapped around each other.

“She’s all yours now,” Angel said, offering him his wife. Roll responded quickly, his dick rock hard. He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and entered his wife doggie-style, keeping his eyes on Angel as he fucked his wife. For Roll, it was as if he was finally living out his fantasy with Angel, and he plowed into Renee even harder.

“Yes, Roland! Yes!” Renee screamed, gripping the carpet so hard she ripped off a nail.

“It’s all about you, Roll,” Angel repeated, feeling Goldilocks’s tongue across her nipple. “It’s all about you,” she repeated, licking her tongue at him before twirling it into Renee’s mouth. Roll exploded inside his wife, all the while fantasizing it was Angel taking his dick.

Angel had used his mind and another woman’s body to rock Roll to sleep. It was only a matter of time before she’d be in complete control.

“You love him don’t you.”

“Yeah.”

Goldilocks and Angel lay in bed during the wee hours of the morning. Angel had thought Goldilocks was asleep, but she wasn’t. She was well aware of Angel’s movements at all the times. She knew Angel was looking at the picture of her and Dutch at her twenty-first birthday party. It was something Angel did every night, almost like a prayer, and Goldilocks had gotten used to it.

Goldilocks rolled over onto her back.

“Let me see.”

Angel handed her the photo. Goldilocks had seen it a thousand times before, but she liked to admire Dutch’s features. He was definitely fine. His charisma seemed to ooze from the photo. She understood why Angel smiled every time she looked at him.

“You look so happy here,” Goldilocks remarked. “How can I make you happy like that?”

Angel looked at her lover with appreciation. Goldi was definitely riding with her to the end. She took the picture back, glanced at it, then replied. “When I was eight years old, my father raped me,” Angel stated flatly. “He called me his little angel, bounced me on his knee, kissed me, kissed me again, then slide his hand between my legs,” she said, her voice cracking with rage and resentment. “It wasn’t just once, either. It was a lot, and my mother, nada. She did nothing. She let him. She knew. She had to know. I know she knew what was happening to me, but she never helped me. She turned a deaf ear, a blind eye, and every week from when I was eight until I ran away from home at thirteen, he raped me. Sometimes it was two and three times a week. He would tell Mama he was putting me to bed and going to read me a bedtime story and not to disturb us during reading time. She would be in the next room. I thought that if I didn’t look like a cute little girl, he’d leave me alone. So, I started dressing like a boy. I figured he’d leave me alone if I looked like a boy. But it didn’t work. He still looked at me with that sinister lust in his eyes.”

Goldilocks laid her head on Angel’s chest and let Angel play with her locks.

“Every man I met, they always had that same lustful look in their eyes. I saw it in every one of them, and it always made me feel disgusting. My father made me feel disgusting. Dirty, ashamed, and I’m eight years old again, ya know?” Angel explained, trying to hold back all the emotions from the memories flooding back to her.

“Except for Dutch. He never looked at me like that. You know what I saw when I looked into his eyes?”

“What?”

“Aristocracy, beauty, and arrogance. They’re the only words that perfectly describe what I saw in him. He was the type of nigga you either fucked or feared, wanted to die for or despised and wished dead. He was the only man who ever saw me.”

Goldilocks understood perfectly. She, too, knew how it felt to be judged solely on looks and nothing else. She clearly understood how beauty could sometimes be a curse.

“Do you think he’s still alive?” Goldilocks asked, finally finding the opportune moment.

Angel paused and bit her bottom lip pensively. “I don’t know. But I just can’t believe he’s dead.”

“If he came back, would you be with him?”

“I’ll always ride with Dutch. But be with him like that? Naw, never. With you, always.”