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Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01

By: mimaster



To my faithful readers, this is the beginning of the promised sequel to 'Ann: A Love Story'. You'll find it's written from a different perspective (switching from first to third person), allowing for more character development and personal interaction. It also helps to give more of Ann's viewpoint, in her own voice. The format is also going to be a bit more varied, covering the relationship of Ann and Neil as they grow together as a married couple over a much broader timeframe; hence the title 'The Married Years'.

For those who have not read the first series, it would probably help to do so, as the plotline and characters would make much more sense.

Enjoy!

© 2014, All rights reserved - mimaster

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The alarm clock was going off way too early, and she struggled to find the snooze button. By the time she found it, it was too late; she was awake.

It had been so long since Ann had to use one that she was a little disoriented at first. Fumbling for the switch, she turned it off, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

"God... did I get any sleep last night?" she wondered, feeling her body rejecting the notion of getting out of bed. Every movement caused her to ache, her muscles sore and fatigued. It seemed so much better to just lie still in the futile hope she could get some much needed rest.

Yet she got up, albeit slowly. Putting on her robe, she began trudging toward the hallway that led to the kitchen, wanting to start a pot of coffee. But not before catching her dim reflection in the mirror of her new dresser as she passed by, the sight making her cringe.

"Damn, I look like hell," she moaned as she attempted to escape the bedroom. Taking an awkward step, she bumped her hip into the doorframe, letting out a loud cry. "AHHH... I feel like hell too!"

She grumbled when her feet hit the cold linoleum of the kitchen portion of the great room. Normally she loved being barefoot in the house, unless of course she was wearing a pair of heels. She'd forgotten how freezing that part of the floor could be so early in the morning. And it was early; a little after six, the sun still a half-hour from rising. It would be two more hours until those rays got around to warming the kitchen floor like it would have been when she usually got up.

And that in itself was odd. Ann had always considered herself a morning person. But that had changed over the last three months, mainly because Neil was more of a night owl, and she loved being with him. Plus, she wasn't working, at least not in the traditional sense. She'd spent the first few months of their marriage getting the house the way she wanted. Well, as best she could; she was attempting to transform it into their home, but there wasn't really a set schedule involved.

The closing on the house had just become final two days before, on the last Saturday of the month; the sale of the stock from her former company taking less time than either one of them expected. It helped that they didn't have to wait for the perfect timing to sell it, what with the generous wedding gifts they'd received. That allowed them to cash in her shares a little sooner than they figured they would be able to when they originally came up with the idea to use the proceeds as a down payment on the home.

They also lucked out. When the sale finally went through, the market was on an upswing. Neil had been diligently following the stock every day in the paper, hoping to get as much value as they could. And they did... at least, within reason. The shares were not quite at an all time high when the sale finally went through, but it was close. And that money came in handy.

They were able to close on the house with the down payment they budgeted, and still have plenty left over to use to pay off furniture they purchased on credit and to buy furnishings. And that was even with having to account for a large sum of the stock money having to go toward taxes. They'd also made enough that they wouldn't have to touch their nest egg, those monies coming as wedding gifts. All in all, they were off to a great start in their marriage, at least financially.

Relationship wise, the beginning had been a bit rockier. It was the normal things one would expect in a marriage where the two people involved had barely dated. Still, it was something neither one of them really expected. It wasn't like the honeymoon was over after just three months. They hadn't even had the actual honeymoon yet. But things weren't as perfect as either of them hoped they would be.

They weren't really fighting. But they'd had one; the first official argument of their marriage, happening three weeks prior on a Friday afternoon. And once again it was suddenly fresh in her mind as she poured water into the coffee maker. For whatever reason, she couldn't get that night out of her head. But at least this time she knew why. Her sore body was doing the reminding for her.

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As arguments go, it had been a doozy, the two of them going toe to toe... over wall hangings of all things. She'd never heard him raise his voice to her before. Then again, she'd never heard herself saying the things she'd said toward him, especially in the way she had. To make matters worse, she was the one that started it all. He had only responded to how she had acted.

Neil had been adamant about living up to the letter of the rental contract they'd signed, unwilling to put any holes in the walls just to hang what she'd purchased. He said he'd signed the agreement, giving his pledge they'd abide by it until they actually owned the home. Ann, on the other hand, had grown impatient, thinking that since the closing was literally just a few of weeks from going through, there was no harm in going ahead and getting started.

The disagreement became so bad that Neil actually took the hammer with him to work, knowing that she'd be pounding nails out of spite as soon as he left. At that point, he feared the holes she might put in the drywall would be hammer shaped from swinging so hard in anger, making things even worse.

She watched him peel out of the driveway in his Nissan through the front window, knowing he was fuming about the way she'd acted. He hadn't even bothered to kiss her goodbye, the first time that had ever happened since they moved to West Virginia. That ate at her, the feeling growing worse after the sun set a couple hours later. It was dark, and she was alone for the night, what with him now working second shift. Somehow, being pitch-black outside made the fact that they hadn't made up before he left seem even worse to her.

Having become more rational with time to think, she knew he'd been right. She had no right to complain about not being able to hang anything other than the window treatments they'd bought, which were allowed in the contract. While she didn't see the harm in putting up a couple of pictures, from a technical standpoint they didn't own the house yet. And that was the sticking point. Neil was a man of his word, and he said he'd given it when he signed on the dotted line. She loved him for that quality. But in the heat of the moment she lost sight of that, wanting her way.

That was one of her biggest flaws, really. She knew it all too well, and she'd always struggled with it. Try as she might, she could be extremely impatient. Neil, on the other hand, seemed to be able to wait forever, not matter the circumstance, almost as if he didn't care. And that gnawed at her from time to time. It was an area where they were opposite, not unlike where one of them was a night owl while the other was a morning person. It was one of many little things they'd found out about each other in those first few months; things they never got the chance to figure out in the courting stage, because there hadn't been one. Only this was one that bugged her.

While there were so many things that they'd discovered that they loved about each other, it was only human nature that there would be one or two that they didn't particularly care for. Learning how to deal with them was all part of making their marriage work. And that was the point. It was work to make a relationship grow. It just didn't happen. Fate could bring two people together, but it wouldn't make things stick if you didn't make an effort.

Halfway through that night, Ann grabbed the phone to call Neil at work. Walking into the center of the living room, she dialed, hoping to say she was sorry. She knew that she had been out of line, and the fact that they didn't kiss when he left made her sick to her stomach. But he didn't answer, forcing her to leave a message. Falling into despair, she dropped to the floor in the middle of the room.

Things got worse when his supervising partner Thelma answered the phone in the office an hour later; the fifth time she had called to leave yet another message. Thelma told her that he wasn't avoiding her. He was just having big production issues on the floor and he couldn't get away long enough to talk. Ann couldn't help but wonder if she'd contributed to those work problems by sending him off in such a horrible mood. And it was obvious he was, since Thelma hadn't seemed surprised in their conversation.

Ann knew that part of the problem was that she hadn't gotten used to him working second shift yet. He'd been on the shift for a week, and it had been a big change for both of them. While it didn't seem like it would be that big of an obstacle when she looked at it logically, living it was different, especially as the week went on.

She also knew that she was becoming increasingly bored at home when Neil was at work. She'd spent the first couple of months fixing up the house... as much as she could. She bought lots of things for it, and she was grateful that he had been so open-minded when it came to her purchases. He loved everything she picked out as far as decorations, and it made her feel empowered that he trusted her so much with such things.

But now she couldn't do the things she wanted to do. It wasn't just that she couldn't put up pictures; she wasn't allowed to paint or wallpaper either. And with it still being winter, there wasn't anything she could do outside as far as landscaping; something else she longed to do. She loved the house, but it still didn't feel like a home to her yet. To make matters worse, with Neil at work in the evenings, she had all kinds of idle time to do those things, but she couldn't because of the restrictions the rental agreement put on her.

Thinking in her mind that she was wasting time and they were so close to actually closing, everything came to a head, and she lashed out at him in a ridiculous moment of stubbornness. Now, she couldn't take back what she'd said, and based on the conversation she'd had with Thelma, there was no way to apologize until he came home. As she sat on the floor in the dark, unable to talk to him and too depressed to get up, she started to cry. For the first time since she got married, she felt alone there.

Sure, there was Carol and Heather. They were two people she considered friends. Close ones. But she'd been so consumed with doing things around the house the first two months whenever Neil was at work, and being a domestic goddess for him when he was home, she hadn't had a chance to meet anyone else. But Heather was at work, and Carol had gone out of town to visit one of her sisters. With the three hour time difference, it was actually too early to call any of her friends in California. None of that seemed to matter at the moment. They wouldn't have helped. The problem was her best friend, her husband, was mad at her.

She sobbed uncontrollably, upset that she'd angered Neil to the point that he felt the need to leave for work early... not even bothering to pack a dinner. He never allowed her to do that for him, telling her he didn't want to be mothered. It was his way of making sure he didn't take her for granted. She found it endearing, knowing he never wanted to give her the impression that because she didn't have a job, he expected her to do those kinds of things. If anything, he was the opposite; going out of his way to make sure that he did his part. He even insisted they share the cooking duties.

That made the argument all the worse. He was such a great husband to her, and it was over something so silly. And it was something she created, unwilling to accept 'no' for an answer, and unable to let things go once they got heated. Hell, she provided the heat. When she thought about how he reacted, she kicked herself. He tried so hard not to get mad, looking for a way to reason with her. She smiled a little, thinking about how patient he'd been as she badgered him, right up to the point where he got so upset he was shaking. Then, instead of escalating things, he simply left, taking the hammer with him.

She finally calmed down, but she remained there in the dark, in the same spot she landed, staring out the window to where his car had been. It was almost like she was punishing herself. She just sat, and thought. First about the argument, and then about the man she loved. Ann was no different than a lot of women; sometimes a good cry could be a very cathartic experience. Once she had a chance to clear her head, her heart opened.

With the true feelings for her husband suddenly reaffirmed, she felt a peace come over her in the quiet. It had just been an argument. It certainly wouldn't be their last. As upset as he was, she knew in her heart he loved her. That wasn't going to change.

That led to moments of reflection about the bond they shared, the love they had for one another. As her mood improved with the passing minutes her thoughts soon turned to sex. As odd as it seemed, that was just how her mind was wired. Every time she thought about how much she loved him, it seemed to stir carnal feelings deep inside her soul.

Erotic scenes began to flash through her mind; images of what they'd shared in the short time they'd been married. She closed her eyes for a moment, a chronological list of sorts forming. It was a habit she had when her brain locked on a subject; her overwhelming need to be organized invading what should have been random thoughts. While she didn't think of every sexual encounter they'd had since they'd lived there, she was certainly daydreaming of the highlights. And those highlights seemed to revolve around their Sundays.

Sunday was the day Ann and Neil had promised to each other; the day they were going to set aside each week to make sure they stayed connected as a couple. She knew that at some point, their lives together would eventually become more 'normal'. It was impossible to believe that they could continue the non-stop sexual thrill ride they'd enjoyed since they first met. Yes, there would indeed come a time when they'd go a day or two... or longer, without sex. Foreseeing that, she suggested they pick a day each week to commit to each other. That day became Sunday partly because that's the day it was when they'd decided on it. It also made the most logical sense.

They'd been liberal with the idea of 'Sunday', though. They'd often start sometime on Saturday, and it always ran until they got out of bed Monday morning. Ann loved the idea that they weren't limited to just twenty-four hours, and Neil was thrilled that he didn't have to keep looking at a clock, waiting for some buzzer to go off. As Ann began mentally checking off the Sunday's they'd shared since they moved, she found herself filling with joy.

"What did we do that first Sunday?" she asked herself, quickly finding the day in her head. A wry smile appeared, her eyes still closed. "Oh yeah... he tied me up."

That first Sunday was one that started on Saturday. It was their first weekend in the house, the culmination of the magical week of their marriage. They'd been husband and wife exactly seven days; Neil looking at his watch and announcing the exact moment the wedding ceremony started the week before. And at that precise time, Anna became Annabelle once again, obeying her husband as his submissive wife.

It was an amazing thirty-six hours, with Neil pushing her in so many ways she felt a rush run through her body as she sat on the floor in the dark; a wicked smile on her face when she recounted the part where she'd been bound while bent over their toy chest just like she'd wanted, her 'Master' fucking her ass roughly as he used her for his pleasure.

"God that felt good," she said to herself as she thought of how sore her body had been the next few days, suddenly missing that burning sensation.

Her mind quickly shifted to the next weekend. She was finishing up her period when that Sunday rolled around. It had showed up early, which bummed her out at first. But she vowed not to skip a Sunday as their day, so she spent the majority of it giving Neil blowjobs. He wasn't in the mood to fuck her in the ass, and frankly, she wasn't either. Not after the way he'd abused it the week before. Instead, he woke up that morning with her mouth on his hard cock, and she told him that's how she wanted to please him. He ended up watching football; sitting most of the day in his favorite chair with the games on TV and Ann on her knees between his legs. She wasn't sure who was happier when she thought about how long she got to play with his cock that day, and how much cum she swallowed.

The following Sunday was Christmas Eve. Ann giggled as she thought of how she'd gotten up before Neil that morning, getting ready, dressing in a sexy red Santa's helper outfit. She looked like the worlds sluttiest elf as she lay next to the fresh cut Christmas tree in the living room, waiting for him to wake up. When he finally came out, she teased him, asking if he was still sure he didn't want to open his presents until Christmas morning.

Neil couldn't resist, ripping the outfit off her. Well, he did that part in his head, not wanting to actually damage it on the chance that it might become a tradition Ann wanted to start. But he did undress most of her, leaving the stockings, garter and heels, and the sexy half bra holding up her perky tits. And of course the Santa hat. She stayed dressed just like that the rest of the day, and they fucked several times, always next to the tree near the open front window. She giggled when she thought of how he acted the next morning opening his other presents, knowing from the way he was leering at her that he was thinking back to the day before.

With the next Sunday being New Year's Eve, it was Neil that came up with a surprise. He told her to get ready to go out for the night, but didn't tell her where they were going. His simple instructions were to put on one of her sexiest, skimpiest dresses and leave the rest to him.

She was thrilled when he took her dancing at the Sheraton; the live local band being their favorite... it was the same one that had played the night of his company launch party, and he'd taken her to see them a couple of times.

He toyed with her all during the night, dancing close to her, copping feels of her body in the very revealing dress she was wearing. He even fingered her pussy at the stroke of midnight while he kissed her, leaning her up against a wall in the packed room. He never bothered to hide what he was doing as his hand snuck through a side slit along her leg. He jammed two fingers deep inside her, pumping them wildly, bringing her to a quick orgasm as the room celebrated the arrival of the 90s.

The bigger surprise came shortly after. He had booked a room though Heather. The same room he'd lived in for months as his temporary home. He'd even had Heather decorate it, making it into a fantasy sex room; the 'sex' bed made up with black satin sheets. Heather had somehow walled off that bed from the rest of the room with a thick red cloth, giving the ambiance of an intimate forbidden pleasure palace. When he took Ann there shortly after midnight, the candles and incense were already burning; the massage oil, chocolate covered strawberries and champagne sitting at the ready on the nightstand. The atmosphere practically demanded sex and she was more than happy to oblige.


Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01



The following weekend it snowed, and their Sunday once again started Saturday afternoon. It didn't snow a lot, but enough that they decided to stay in bed, pretending to be in a snowbound cabin. They only left the bedroom to eat, content to enjoy each other as they lay in the big king sized bed Carol had gotten them for a wedding gift. Ann couldn't remember the last time she lounged like that with a man, and none had ever made her feel so loved emotionally. Physically, the two of them actually made love seven times in just under forty-eight hours.

"A new personal record," Neil boasted the next morning before leaving for work.

"Good...now we have something to shoot for in the future," Ann remembered replying as she kissed him at the front door, still naked and oozing one last load of cum from her well-fucked pussy.

Ann moaned at that thought as she sat still on the floor in the dark room, still glued to her spot on the carpet. Now that she had started, she couldn't stop the images from flooding into her brain. One erotic adventure was quickly followed by the next, the events of each weekend coming to her easily, as if they'd just happened. When she began thinking about the next one, a wistful smile came to her.

They had never gotten around to posing in front of a welcome sign for their new home state. They hadn't been able to do it when the first arrived because of where it was located and the danger involved. He had told her they'd do it sometime that first weekend, but Annabelle had other needs; ones that literally had her tied her up, much to her delight.

He felt bad about the omission at first, but every weekend seemed to have something planned, including most their Sundays. And since those weekends were so amazing sexually for both of them, taking that picture kind of faded into the distance. But as they woke up that morning, Ann decided the time was right... in fact, she wanted to do two states with one photo shoot. She reminded Neil that they'd traveled to Virginia the week she came out, visiting his old home town, buying their couch and loveseat in the process. But they hadn't taken a photo by the sign.

Ann now recalled the conversation fondly, remembering how she was laying on top of his naked body, playing with his rock hard cock as the lay in bed.

"I think we need to take a road trip," she giggled at the time.

"A road trip? Where?"

"I'm tired of eating on a card table, baby. We need a get a dining room set. Let's go to Virginia."

"Virginia? It's Sunday, babe. If you really want to do that, we can find a store here in town. I don't want to waste our entire day going all the way to Virginia."

"It's not going to be a waste, baby. Besides, we have to go to Virginia."

"And why would that be?"

"Because, we never took pictures in front of the welcome sign when we went down to find our bed and couches. I was thinking we could do the state you used to live in, and the one we live in now at the same time," she cooed using her deep, sexy voice.

She giggled again, recalling how they were on the road less than an hour later. It was a little cold out, but he found the perfect place on an old back road where they could do them quickly without interruption. After that, she sprung yet another surprise, asking him to take her where he'd lost his virginity. She wanted to reenact that moment with him, adding Virginia to the list of states where they'd had sex.

She remembered him telling her that memorable night was in the parking lot of a country club. It was during a wedding reception being held in the banquet hall attached to the huge club house. He'd done it in the back of his car with a girl from his high school, the two of them stealing away to share their first time together. Thirty minutes later he was in that parking lot again, his cock stuffed balls deep into his wife's tight pussy.

When they finished, they went happily to the furniture store, holding hands as they walked around looking at dining room sets. And that set the stage for what would happen on their next weekend adventure, as Ann pointed to one she really liked, telling Neil it looked very sturdy.

"What difference would that make?" he laughed.

"It's going to make a big difference if you expect me to let you fuck me on it next Sunday," she winked, squeezing his cock through his jeans.

Sitting in the dark, her mood changing from despair to desire as she envisioned how Neil had eaten her for what seemed like hours before pounding her cunt as she lay across the table that was now in her dining area, Ann's mind fast-forwarded to the previous weekend; their most recent Sunday. It was impossible to rank all the ones they'd had since the wedding, but she grinned thinking it was certainly a memorable one.

"Fuck, who are you kidding, Ann" she chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she sat there in the dark living room, still unwilling to move from the spot on the carpet she had become seemingly attached to. "They're all memorable. Why else would you be listing them?"

Her moment of clarity didn't prevent her from reliving parts of that day in her mind. It had been amazing in so many ways. In truth, it really didn't involve sex at all. But it did turn out to be sexually charged. And for once, it wasn't all her doing. She had some help from a couple of her friends.

Carol had invited them to a party; a Super Bowl party, to be more precise. But it was also an adult party, in that there were only going to be couples there. There would be no kids and no one that wasn't attached. Ann and Neil found that part of the invite intriguing. What struck them as odd was that Carol told them no one else from the plant was coming, other than Martina and her husband Alphonso. The other guests were either friends of hers that had nothing to do with work, or they were friends of Barry, the guy she'd been seeing, and fucking.

Ann was thrilled to be going, not just because it was going to be a good time, but because San Francisco, her favorite team, would be playing Denver for the title. It was like a part of California had suddenly been brought back into her life. Neil seemed a little apprehensive about the party, if only because he didn't know many people there. That feeling went away as soon as he saw his wife come out of their bedroom and announce she was ready to go.

She was dressed in her Joe Montana jersey, having tied it under her breasts to show off her sexy midriff. She also wore a tight white spandex miniskirt that barely covered her crotch. It wasn't exactly normal January clothing, but then again, it didn't feel like January. The weather had been wonderful for well over a week, the temperatures reaching the mid 50s almost every day. But it wouldn't have mattered to her if it had been below zero. She was dressing to support her team... and for effect.

The people at the party didn't have the vested interest in it that Ann had. Most of them, including Neil, were Redskins fans. But the majority ended up rooting for the 49ers along with her, if only because it was an NFC team, and no one cared for the Broncos that much. But she was by far the most vocal fan, and the sexiest. Most of the women dressed conservatively, while Ann had dressed more like a slutty cheerleader, even wearing sexy 4-inch white heels. There wasn't a man in the room that didn't have his eyes fixed on her during the pregame festivities.

Once the game started, things got interesting. The Broncos took the ball first, but went three and out and had to punt. The Niners responded with a long drive, scoring a touchdown. Ann screamed, bouncing up and down in excitement over the pass from Montana to Jerry Rice.

"It's going to be a long day for Denver," she predicted loudly, downing a shot of Jack Daniels in celebration. Then she announced that she was going to drink a shot for every touchdown her team made during the game.

Unbeknownst to Ann at the time of that pronouncement, San Francisco was about to set a record for points in a Super Bowl. They ended up scoring eight touchdowns and 55 points in the rout, missing only an extra point along the way. They had two touchdowns in each quarter, meaning she had to take a total of eight shots. And that didn't include the two drinks she had before the game ever started.

By halftime, she was blitzed. But Ann wasn't your normal drunk chick. She actually handled her alcohol very well. All it did was loosen her up more than usual, freeing any inhibitions she might have. While Neil didn't know it at the time, she was much like Claudia, the head of the Customer Service department at the plant who tried to seduce him the night of the launch party. Just like her, when Ann drank, she didn't lose her faculties.

She knew everything she was doing... very clearly. The alcohol simply brought out the sexy side of her a lot easier. And that was interesting, since she already showed more 'sexy' on a daily basis than most women on the planet. The more she drank, the less she filtered things; the ideas that popped into her head were just as sexy as always, but she no longer cared what people might think if she actually acted on them.

Thankfully, Martina and Carol didn't want her to be alone. That and they were in the mood to party. So every time Ann drank a shot, so did they, the three of them hammering whiskey with every score San Francisco put up on the board. Carol held up pretty well, much like Ann. Martina, on the other hand, got louder when she got drunk... and she also cut loose.

The third quarter had just started, the Broncos turning the ball over right away, and the Niners scored on the very next play, making the score 34-3. Ann and Carol downed their shots, whooping and hollering as the teams lined up for the extra point. When Martina drank hers, off came her blouse. She announced that she wanted to look 'hot' like Ann. With the blouse gone, that left her there in her conservative skirt, and a lacy black bra that held up her big milky tits, her cleavage exposed for everyone to see. The bra was for show, right out of a lingerie catalog, and Alphonso smiled as he casually sipped his beer.

"This just got interesting," he commented to Barry and Neil, not bothering to tell his wife she'd gone too far.

"A lot more interesting that the game," Neil retorted as he drank from his Diet Coke, having cut himself off after the first quarter knowing Ann would be too inebriated to drive home.

With Alphonso not bothering keep his wife's actions in check, that as much as encouraged her. But it was Carol who took things a step further. There was another score just three minutes later in the game, and after she downed her shot, she took off her blouse as well, making a production out of it, almost like she was doing a striptease during the commercial break. The biggest difference was that her bra was sheer pink, and you could just make out the shape of her areolas though the material. She wasn't exactly flashing, but it was damn close.

With them setting the bar, Neil could see Ann's competitive nature coming out. She looked at him, and he shrugged his shoulders, giving the indication that the ball was in her court. Like Alphonso, he wasn't going to stop his wife if she wanted to have a little fun.

"Okay...I'm game. Next score, I take off my top too. But I have to warn everybody... I'm not wearing a bra!" she yelled.

Anyone that wasn't paying attention to the blowout at that point suddenly was, wanting to see the 49ers pile on the points. But it was Denver that scored next, much to the disappointment of the twenty or so other people that were now riveted to a game that might have otherwise sent people home early. With a little less than half of the quarter left to go, San Francisco took the kickoff and started yet another drive. But it was a long one.

They marched methodically down the field, consuming a lot of the play clock along the way. The room groaned when they got down to the three yard line, only to have the quarter end before they reached the end zone.

Ann giggled during the endless commercials during the stoppage. "What are you all going to do if they fumble on the next play?" she teased.

They didn't though. Her favorite team scored yet again on the very first play of the fourth quarter, and the room erupted. The three girls drank their shots, Ann wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she put her glass back on the bar. Strutting to the center of Carol's huge family room in the back of the house, she slowly untied her jersey, sexily biting her lower lip as she did.

She was looking at Neil, her eyes looking for signs that he might tell her to stop. But he just grinned back at her, casually taking another sip of his glass. Crossing her arms as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt, she lifted it over her head, tossing it to her husband. Cupping her breasts, she listened to the applause before walking over and giving him a long, wet kiss.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Not yet. But I will when I fuck you later. I am so horny right now I can't stand it."

The crowd barely got a chance to get used to Ann walking around topless. Denver committed their fourth turnover of the game when the fumbled three plays into their next possession, and the 49ers returned it to the one yard line, scoring on the next play. The girls drank their shots, and Martina took off her bra, thinking it was her turn. But Carol didn't want to be outdone. She took hers off as well, which suddenly left everyone looking at Ann.

"I guess this just turned into shots and stripping," she laughed before wiggling out of her miniskirt. Now she was standing there in just her heels and a sexy white thong. "Just so you know, if they score again, I'm not taking off my shoes," she winked before coming back to Neil's side.

They didn't, even though everyone stayed hoping they might. Instead the final score ended up the same 55-10 that had been on the television with almost fourteen minutes to go in the game. The girls never got to drink another shot. Or take anything else off. In fact, as soon as the game was over, Ann got dressed, thinking she had pushed things as far as she wanted to.

They left shortly after, even though Carol had invited them to stay the night. With Neil not having that much to drink, he was good to drive. And his wife wanted to go, knowing she wouldn't be feeling all that well in the morning, since she didn't know she'd be drinking that much. She hadn't had the foresight to take the customary aspirin she would have ahead of time to ward off the hangover that would come. Instead, she wanted to head home and take advantage of the mood she was feeling.

Unfortunately, she never got the chance, falling asleep in the car on the way back to their house. He ended up having to carry her inside, tucking her into bed still wearing her makeshift cheerleader outfit.

She indeed woke up with a huge hangover the next morning, and Neil spent the majority of it trying to help her feel better. He got her aspirin, and made her something light to eat. He also gave her a wonderful massage, including spending a great deal of time working on her temples as she lay on her stomach. Finally, he drew a nice bubble bath, letting her soak in the dark in the steamy water.

When she finally stumbled out, she had a bashful look on her face. But he didn't let her say anything, instead making her lunch as she sat at the dining room table looking out onto the deck. It was only then that she realized what time it was, and that Neil was still at home.

"Did you take the day off?" she asked.

"No, why?"

"Because, it's almost one."

"I know."

"So what are you doing home?"

"I start second shift today... remember?"

"Oh... no. I forgot. Damn."

"What do you mean... damn? I thought I did a pretty good job taking care of you this morning."

"Oh, you have baby. I just forgot, and now you're going to have to leave soon. I never even got to fuck you last night. We missed our Sunday."

"No we haven't. Sunday doesn't end until I go to work on Monday," he winked.

"Mmm... I love the sound of that. What do you want to do with me? I'm all yours."

"Good. Let's take a walk."

Of all the things he could have told her he wanted to do, that wasn't on her list. But she found herself walking hand in hand as they ambled around the neighborhood. The strange thing was that he never mentioned what she'd done the night before. He didn't judge her, and she found that so exciting. The longer they walked, the better she started to feel; the mild temperatures and fresh air reviving her.

The more she thought about how Neil wasn't talking about what she'd done, the more she thought about it herself, and the more turned on she got. When they got back to the house, she asked him when he had to leave for work.

"I've got about an hour," he replied.

"Is that enough time for you to make love to me?" she asked, her eyes batting at him as he fumbled for the keys to the front door.

Thinking about what time it was, and the fact that they'd just walked through the area and seen no one to speak of, a naughty thought ran through his head. "No... but I have time to fuck. That's what you wanted to do last night anyway."

"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" she snickered.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the very end of the front porch, away from the other houses and out of sight from any windows nearby. Leaning her over the railing, he pulled down her sweatpants, pleased to find she'd left off her panties. Whipping out his growing cock, he rubbed the tip along her slit before burying the length of his shaft deep inside her. She grabbed hold of the rail as she held her thighs together, making her pussy tighter. He responded by reaching under her sweatshirt to paw at her tits, the two of them rutting against each other like animals.

Ann let out a sigh, staring out into the dark through the front window, past that very porch. The memory was fresh, her pussy literally tingling remembering how he'd taken her.

She didn't know what time it was. She only knew it was late, and Neil still hadn't shown up. But now she was looking forward to him coming home... even if it meant she had to listen to him as he continued the argument. She knew she'd just have to take it in silence. After all, she certainly had it coming.

"Hell... maybe I should just dress up like Annabelle," she sighed again, thinking if he was going to be in a mood to punish her, she might as well make the best of it.

At that point, a rush hit her. All the erotic adventures she'd just recounted rolling over her like a huge wave, leaving her wet... very wet. She felt her nipples hardening from the very thought of letting Neil take her into that amazing world of bondage once again. The most recent memory came back into her mind; the railing on the front porch calling to her, thinking of how he'd fucked her hard and deep after their walk.

"I wonder if he'd ever tie me up there."

That it was even a possibility quickly turned into a yearning. She thought about how dark it was outside, and about how that particular spot was secluded. Someone would have to actually drive into their driveway in order to see her, which was unlikely since they lived at the end of a dead end road. Her pussy pulsed with excitement, but she fought the urge to touch herself.

"Fuck... I don't deserve to cum," she chided herself, back to loathing in self pity over what she'd done.

She remained in place, her legs crossed, eyes focused on the window. Her pussy was wet, but that bothered her. She felt she had no right to be aroused, not with what she'd done and how that had to have made Neil feel. Yet her body was reacting to all the sexual escapades her mind had just played out, overriding whatever guilt trip she was attempting to put herself through. The internal struggle she was feeling, the conflicting emotions she was having, were driving her nuts.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01



Time passed slowly; the clock leaning against the base of the wall in the dining room counting off the seconds. It sounded louder as the night went on, a cruel reminder of the fight itself, as it was the one item she'd hoped to hang first. She couldn't see it, not only because there were no lights on, but also because it was on the other side the couch that separated the living area from the dining room. But she knew it was there, ticking... tormenting.

She saw headlights shining against the big apartment building at the top of the hill, the beams jumping as the vehicle moved toward it. Then they turned, heading down the short street at the top. She'd seen that a couple of times, each vehicle turning to the right into one of the parking lots for the complex. But this time, the car turned toward the house, the lights shining right in the eyes, before pulling into the turn-around space in front of their home. She saw Neil get out of the car, the automatic garage door going up. It was one of the few things he'd been able to install in the house because it wasn't inside the main structure. Hearing it close, she waited for him to come inside.

She heard his keys jingling, one of them sliding into the doorknob and turning, opening the door that wasn't locked because she hadn't gone to bed. She heard him groan as he slipped off his shoes, not bothering to turn on the light. Throwing his keys on the counter next to the phone cradle, he moved to the fridge, opening it up, the light temporarily filling the kitchen until it closed. A bottle opened, the cap thrown in the trash as he moved into the living room, plopping down in his new Lay-Z-Boy, a slow sigh escaping as he brought the beer to his lips.

She could hear him swallow. She sat there, silent, unable to speak... not feeling she should talk. Somewhere in her brain, she'd switched into a submissive role. She wasn't sure if she was Annabelle, but she would be if that's what Neil demanded. Her gaze shifted from the window to the floor, staring at his bare feet, watching as his toes dug into the carpet.

Neil was exhausted. It had been a long, miserable shift, the problems coming one after the other in what seemed like an endless parade. They had nothing to do with his department. They were all upstream; the jobs that he was supposed to manufacture coming to him in horrible shape. But just because they weren't technically his responsibility, that didn't make things better. He still had to deal with them.

He'd no sooner solve one issue when another would crop up. He'd changed the production schedule so many times during the shift, the paper it was printed on looked like the first draft of a science term paper. It took him forty minutes after the shift was over just to write out all the issues that had come up for Jeff, unwilling to trust that Conrad, his counterpart in the department now working third shift, would relay the information correctly. The last thing he wanted was to have Jeff walk into his morning production meeting blind.

"I don't think that could have gone worse," he said to himself as he shut his eyes, taking another swig from the ice cold bottle.

He felt depressed, and it had nothing to do with the fight he'd had with Ann. In fact, he'd forgotten all about it just minutes into his shift when the first problem of the night landed uninvited onto his lap. He took such pride in his job, he felt he'd let the company down, even though he and his crew had nothing to do with the problems. They could only react to them, and they'd done a great job of it at that. But as he sat there, it was only natural for him to second-guess himself.

When he finally opened his eyes, he felt a little better, mostly because the beer was cold and it was taking the edge off. So was the way his toes felt in the carpet. As his eyes started to adjust to the darkness, he noticed something in front of him; something that normally wouldn't be there.

"Ann?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting."

"Waiting... for what?"

"You," she said, staring at the floor, her voice low and monosyllabic.

"For me? H... how long have you been there?"

"I don't know, couple of hours, maybe. Ever since I called you"

"Since you called... Ann, that was over six hours ago."

"Six hours, then."

"But why?"

"Dunno."

"Ann, what's going –"

"Annabelle," she interjected, convinced that's who she needed to be. It was who she thought she had to be, given the situation.

"Annabelle? What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm Annabelle."

"Uh... no, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Are you saying that because we had a fight?"

"Yes."

"Look, if you want to talk... then talk. These one word answers are annoying. And you're not Annabelle."

"Why not?'

"Why should you be? You weren't thinking about being her this morning when you got up. You certainly weren't thinking about being her in the last week. It usually takes you quite a while to work yourself up into that kind of thing, so why now?"

"I deserve to be punished. The fight... the fight was entirely my fault. All of it."

"Well, I agree with you on that last part, but I'm not going to punish you."

"What's the point of having Annabelle as a part of who I am if you're not going to –"

"Look, Ann, let's get one thing straight. We're going to have fights. They're a part of any relationship. But you need to know that I will never let you be Annabelle, or treat you like Annabelle when we have one... not before, not during, and not after."

"Why not?"

"Because a fight has nothing to do with our sex life, that's why. It's just something that can happen from time to time. And I don't want to ever be angry or upset when I'm doing that with you. When you're Annabelle, there needs to be love in my heart. And while I will always love you, I was having a hard time liking you for a little while this afternoon... if that makes any sense."

"I guess it does. And I can understand not doing it in the heat of the moment. But where's the harm afterward?"

"Because I'd be thinking about why we were doing it, and that would ruin it for me."

She sat silently, still in a submissive posture in front of him, pondering what he'd said. It all made sense. But that didn't mean the fire that had been burning in her loins for the last couple of hours was going to go away. She'd been thinking, almost dreaming about being abused... or more accurately, being punished. Now, that itch didn't look like it was going to be scratched any time soon.

"Maybe that's going to be my punishment," she sighed, thinking about having to deal with the mental anguish of how she was feeling and how that desire was going to be denied.

Neil sensed the inner turmoil in his wife. She felt bad about what happened. She even admitted it had been her fault. And while he didn't hear it from her mouth in person, or directly on the phone, he'd listened to enough voicemails to know she was truly sorry. She'd said it so many times and in so many ways he could still hear the desperation in her voice on the messages. Yet from the way she was sitting, staring at the floor with her head bowed, he knew how she was feeling inside now... he just didn't know for sure what to do about it.

Hearing her sigh, he finished his beer, setting it down on the small table beside his chair. He knew what she wanted, but he also knew there was a very big line he wasn't willing to cross. Finding a way to bridge the wide gap that seemed to separate the two of them was going to be the problem. But he'd been solving problems all night; what was one more?

"Anna Renee, get me another beer," he said sternly.

"Anna Renee?"

"We've already established you're not going to be Annabelle, and you're not Anna either. I think this is a case where you aren't a dirty slut, and you weren't being naughty. You were bad, just like when you were a little girl."

"So I have a fourth name now?"

"Not really. You've always had that name, and you're hardly ever Ann, anyway," he shrugged.

"Okay, Neil," she said as she got up off the floor for the first time in hours, walking over to the fridge to get him another Heineken. Twisting off the top, she threw the cap away like he had, handing him the bottle when she came back.

"Get undressed," he said as he took a drink, closing his eyes again, slowly rocking back and forth.

"What?"

"I said get undressed, please."

"Uh... okay. What are we doing?"

"I don't know yet. I'm still coming to grips with all of this. I just know we're not going to go as far as Annabelle, but you were bad."

"Yes, I was. And I'm sorry."

"I know. And now, for some reason, you're also horny."

"Very."

"Then get undressed."

She did as she was told, pulling the snug long sleeved Henley over her head before peeling down her tight Levi's and stepping out of them. She stood naked in front of her husband, wondering what she was supposed to do next. The silence grew deafening as she watched him scanning her body up and down, leering at her as he sipped his beer.

"Do... do you want me to get a pair of heels?" she asked nervously.

"No," he said quickly, as if he was perturbed that she had broken the silence. "You're not a slut right now. You're my wife, and you're being punished."

"You're punishing your wife?" she said, not understanding the difference.

"This isn't sexual, Anna Renee."

Her voice quivered; the disappointment showing in her response. "It's... not?"

"No, it's not. Not right now." That glimmer of hope raised her spirits, at least a little. That is until he said, "Right now, it's about punishing you."

Another sip of his beer unnerved her. The way he was abusing her with his eyes made a shiver run through her body. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity in his piercing stare making her weak in the knees as his mind worked. She could also feel herself getting wetter by the second.

"Get my keys," he finally announced, his voice calm but stern. She returned, holding them out, but he merely pointed at the front door. "Front passenger seat."

It was a very puzzling request; more of a demand, really. Another shiver ran through her when her hand touched the doorknob. It was actually an order; she was about to obey her husband as his dutiful wife. Her wedding vows ran through her head, her eye catching the glimpse of her ring as she turned the knob. The ring dangling from her dripping pussy flashed through her mind next; no small coincidence that it was specifically designed as a mate to the one on Neil's finger.

Her friend Missy had seen to that detail when she had it made, going to the same jewelry store Ann had purchased the wedding rings, wanting to make the pussy ring more special. But she would have no idea of the impact it would have. Ann saw it as more than just a sexy accessory. It was the symbolism it represented. To her, it proved in no uncertain terms that she belonged to Neil.

That point hit home as she walked to the car, the nippy air flowing over her naked body. She avoided the grass, instead taking her time to walk down the sidewalk and up the pavement to the passenger side of the car. She was exposed in her own front yard, but with it being late and dark, it was unlikely she'd be seen. But she didn't care. Her husband had given her a specific instruction, and she was going to carry it out no matter what.

The Super Bowl party came to mind again. She loved being an exhibitionist. The fact that she was inebriated at the time simply gave her an easy excuse to show it without the fear of being condemned by the others at the party. She could play it off that she was drunk, even though she knew exactly what she was doing. That Martina and Carol had actually started the stripping had been a stroke of luck; she would never have been the first to shed her clothes. The most exciting part about being exposed in places where she shouldn't be was being made to do it. When everyone at the party looked to her after the other two had stripped, she reasoned that she didn't have a choice, and that turned her on.

As exciting as she was then, this was better. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her heart pounding as she put the key into the passenger door to open it. Now, she really was being made to expose herself, and the difference was incredible. Both turned her on, but the idea that she didn't have a choice at the moment reminded her of so many things that Neil had made her do before. She may not have been Annabelle, but Anna Renee had a side to her that seemed very similar. She just didn't know how yet.

There, in the seat, was the culprit. Ann sighed as she looked at it, almost afraid to pick it up. It was like a weapon, and she didn't want to get her fingerprints on it, knowing it had been used to commit a crime. She didn't want to touch it for fear of being incriminated.

But it was too late for that. She had already pleaded guilty. That was the point of him making her walk out in the cold to retrieve it.

Picking up the hammer, she locked the door, closing it quietly before walking back into the house. Neil was still sitting in his chair, nursing his beer, slowly rocking back and forth as he waited... patiently.

She smiled and shook her head, thinking about that; yet another reminder of the argument. It was his patience versus her lack of it, and as she gripped the cold rubber handle of the hammer, she realized he'd won that battle too.

"Here's the hammer, Neil," she said softly, holding it out as she stood in front of him with the keys in her other hand.

"Put the keys back," he said simply, making her do one more mundane task before returning to the spot in the carpet, one she thought would become worn the way things were going.

"Do you want this?" she asked, her hand trembling as she held out the tool once again.

"No. Hold it," he growled, his steeled blue eyes fixed on her body once again. She felt like an object, only there for his visual entertainment. The longer he stared, the more self conscious she felt... and the wetter her pussy became.

She started wiggling, shifting from foot to foot; the damp feeling between her slightly parted legs starting to drive her nuts. She could feel a trail running down her thigh now. It was like an itch, the desperate need to scratch it overwhelming her brain. But she knew she shouldn't. She couldn't. As much as she wanted to reach down and touch her throbbing clit, the expression on his face warned her not to.

It came as a surprise when she heard herself whimper, sounding like a little girl. She wasn't sure it was her at first, not until the corner of his mouth turned up in a sexy smirk. She could tell from his reaction that it was just what he was hoping would happen. He let her stand there a while longer, the sense of nervousness she was experiencing seeming all too familiar.

"God... I sure feel like Annabelle," she thought, the conflicting pangs of desire and desperation battling for control over her sanity.

It startled her when he finally spoke again, his voice composed, but very firm.

"Are you ready, Anna Renee?"

"Yes," she found herself answering, not thinking of what he was talking about or what the ramifications of what she'd just said would mean. She didn't care. Whatever it was he had in store for her, it would be better than what he was making her do at the moment, which was waiting. He was testing her patience, the very thing that had started the spat in the first place.

"What do you want?"

"I... I want...." Her voice trailed off, fearful that if she admitted just how much she needed to cum, she'd be denied it even longer. Suddenly a hot flash run through her, the revelation of whom she was supposed to be at the moment came crashing into her brain. "I want to be punished."

"You are being punished. Now, what do you really want?"

Batting her eyes, she gathered the courage to tell Neil what he wanted to hear. "I want to cum... please."

"Then go ahead. Cum."

"Will you help me?" she asked, kicking herself the moment those words came out of her mouth. She could tell by the way he was staring at her that she already knew the answer.

"No. Lie on your back and spread your legs."

She did as she was told, keeping her feet on the floor, her knees pointing at the ceiling. Setting the hammer to the side, she spread her thighs. Leaning on her left elbow, she snuck her right hand down her abdomen.

"No hands," he commanded, "and no looking at me. I told you to lie on your back."

"No hands?"

"That's right. Not even on your tits."

"Well how am I supposed to cum then?"

"You're the one that was so damn intent on using that hammer today. So... use it!"

She looked to her side, seeing the tool lying there on the floor, the silver clawed head making her cringe. But she knew that wasn't what he meant. Her eyes were drawn to the shaft, the manufacturers name etched in yellow lettering on the side, the black rubber grip calling to her. If she was going to cum, she knew what she had to do.

"Come here Stanley," she said out loud, reading the name on the shaft as she picked it up.

Neil let out a little chuckle, but Ann remained focused. She put her head back onto the carpet, reaching down between her legs. Her left hand was on the cold metal head, holding it firmly. Her right held the middle of the rubber grip, not wanting to come close to touching her skin for fear that he might tell her to stop. She wasn't going to take any chance of violating his edict that she couldn't touch herself.

Running the end of the handle through her labia, she sucked in her breath, feeling the cold, lifeless tip spreading her pussy. She was so wet she didn't need to get herself warmed up. The lewdness of the position she was in and what she was about to do had her mind swirling. Ramming the hammer deep inside her, she let out an anguished squeal.

She tried to fuck herself, but the way she had positioned her legs didn't allow for it. It was more the fact that he had insisted that she not look at him, telling her to keep her head on the floor. She found herself pulling her knees back, curling her body, contorting herself so that her ass was high in the air, her body supported by her neck and shoulders. Gripping the shiny silver head with both hands, she plunged the grip deeper, feeling her pussy welcome it.

"Oh God," she panted, the orgasm she so desperately needed fast approaching. She began ramming it in and out of her cunt in desperation. Squishing sounds filling the room, loud groans accompanied them.

It was all too much. What she had done. What she was doing. Everything that had transpired to bring her to that moment weighed on her like an anvil. She was actually fucking herself with a hammer, and it was bringing her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. The whole thing seemed so wrong... so perverse in a way. And yet it was also poetic.

Her climax rose inside, her body reacting violently. Her legs locked, toes pointing straight, her thigh and calf muscles straining as she fucked herself harder.

"FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" she screamed, her arms straining to keep going at the torrid pace she'd set.

As soon as she started cumming, her body gave out. She recoiled, her eyes clamping shut, her lower half falling to the floor as she began rolling around like she was having some kind of convulsion. The hammer fell out of her pussy from the way she'd flopped; her arms stretching over her head. Even in the throes of her orgasm, she somehow had the presence of mind not to touch herself. 

Catching her breath, she remained still, her legs spread open, the end of the hammer pointing lewdly at her dripping pussy. Neil stared at her, his heart pounding, along with the rock hard cock trapped inside his khaki dress pants.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 02



"Are you sure about that?" Neil asked as he drove down the interstate, glancing at the directions one more time.

Ann shrugged in response. "I'm only going by what it said, baby. And if I'm wrong, who cares? It's not like they aren't going to let us in."

"I'm not saying that. I just don't want to draw any attention to us, that's all."

"I don't think that's going to happen, Neil. Not today. Besides, it's not really like we have a choice. We either go as we are... or we don't go."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a wonderful start. Great weather, light traffic, and far less hassle than either one of them expected. Part of that was having a game plan and being ready way ahead of time. There were excited to be on their way. They'd even gotten up early; so much so that they found they had enough time to fuck each other's brains out before they ever left.

Neil was amazed at how relaxed he felt as he gripped the wheel; a satisfied grin on his face as he put the car into gear. Ann was giddy as she wiggled in the passenger seat, the feeling of his fresh load of cum slowly leaking from her pussy making her content as they began their trip.

"This is going to be fun," she cooed, leaning over to kiss his cheek as they pulled out of the driveway.

But that mood had evaporated many, many hours before, their energetic morning romp after they had showered now a distant memory. What had started as an exciting adventure had become marred by the pitfalls they had hoped to avoid; one event seeming to crash into the next once the first domino toppled over, setting off a day-long chain reaction.

The trip that had been so carefully planned was falling apart fast, and things were only getting worse.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do you think we can make it in time?" she asked, checking her watch.

"Barely... and that's if these directions are right. I'm a little nervous now because of that detour we had to take."

"So we don't know where we're going?"

"I know where we're going, Ann. I'm following the directions, and we're hitting all the landmarks now that we're back on the map. But that detour took us way out of the way."

"But you know where it is, right?"

"Yes, babe, I know where it is. I'm just saying that if we hit more construction along the way, we could be late."

"Why do they always do so much construction in the summertime," she griped.

He let out a chuckle. "They do it in the summer because it's a lot harder to fix the roads in the winter. Besides, it's the winter that tears up the roads in the first place."

"I guess that makes sense," she replied, checking her watch again, like she had been every minute for the last hour. "God... I really hope we don't miss it."

"We're not going to miss it. Worst case, we're a little late."

"I hate being late, you know that."

"I hate being late too, but I'm not going to break a bunch of laws just to get us there on time. If we get pulled over, we'll really be late, and that would be just one more thing to add to the list of crap we've had to deal with on this trip."

Sighing, she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her hand patting his bare leg. "You're right, baby. I'd rather be safe. We get there when we get there."

Getting there on time hadn't seemed like it would be a problem when they'd left the house. After all, they were leaving on a Friday morning, and they didn't have to be there until Saturday afternoon. It seemed like plenty of time. But that was before things started going wrong.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"You have GOT to be kidding me," Ann snapped, looking at the big, black electronic board hanging overhead.

"No shit," Neil groaned, suddenly feeling like he'd just been kicked in the stomach.

"Well what in the world do we do now?" she asked, the color slowly draining from her face.

"We go to customer service and figure it out. Whatever we do, we're not going to panic. We're still going to get there."

"How can you say that? We don't even know when we're going to get to leave now."

"Babe, from here we can drive it in ten hours. If we decide we need to do that, we'd still be there by morning."

"But what will we do with the car once we get there?"

"Oh... yeah. I forgot about that."

"We're screwed, aren't we?" she said dejectedly.

"Not yet. Like I said, we're not going to panic. We just have to have some faith."

"I'm thinking at this point, it's all about fate," she sighed heavily, putting her head into his shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around her body to comfort her.

It was an interesting way to look at it. After all, fate was what brought them together in the first place. It was fate that had orchestrated the circumstances for that chance encounter on Matt's patio to even happen. Circumstances that took place almost exactly a year before, allowing Neil's heart to heal from his painful divorce. Now, according to Ann, it was up to fate if they were to be reunited with the person that helped him heal. Well, her and her fiancé... and a lot of other guests that were invited to the wedding.

A wedding they suddenly might not make.

They were heading to Michigan, the two of them excited about being invited to Dawn's wedding to her beau, Jeremy. Yes, they'd been informally asked to attend during their own wedding reception, but that could have been just a courteous thing to say at the time. When they received an actual invitation in the mail in early May, they realized they were really going to get to go.

It wasn't like they hadn't discussed it. All along, they'd planned on going to the wedding if they got the invite, knowing the date of the impending nuptials. They planned to go to the wedding, and from there they would be heading off on their own honeymoon, which had been delayed.

Neil didn't have enough vacation time to both move from Indiana and take the actual honeymoon right after their wedding, so they had to wait until after the first of the year. They decided they wanted to time it with Dawn's wedding just in case, with the vague notion that the two couples might actually honeymoon together.

That final detail had never been finalized, though. With Dawn now living in Arizona, and planning a wedding that would take place in her former home town in Michigan, she had enough on her plate. And Ann had only mentioned it in passing during the reception, thinking of how much fun it might be. But it was simply a comment made in a moment of excitement, likely lost amongst the many memories of that wonderful day she married the man of her dreams. Well, it wasn't lost to Ann, who still held a glimmer of hope.

Regardless, the Thomas' made plans to head out to the wedding, and they were going to figure out what to do about their honeymoon along the way. With it being June, they weren't too worried about finding a place to go. They figured anyplace they might want to travel to would have pretty good weather. And, they loved the idea of it being a spontaneous decision. Ann said that fate would decide, and Neil readily agreed.

It seemed like a bit of a gamble to most of the people they told. After all, not having a reservation, or even a destination, could prove to be a lot more costly. Not to mention risky. But they had airline tickets that could be used for anywhere in the continental United States, a wedding gift courtesy of their friends Sonya, the air traffic controller, and Rachel, the stewardess that was part of the adventure Ann set up for Neil and Tina when they flew out for the job interview. The tickets had open ended destinations, which meant they didn't have to necessarily fly round trip. They could go to multiple places, as long as the fights were booked at the same time.

And they could be booked from anywhere, which was what they'd planned to use to their advantage. They were going to go to the wedding on their own dime, paying their own way for that part of the trip. Then, when they decided where they were going to go on their honeymoon, they'd make those arrangements in Michigan. It was an unconventional approach, but both they liked the idea of not knowing exactly where their adventure might take them.

That plan seemed a lot less attractive as they waited in line at the customer service desk at Dulles airport, trying to figure out how they were going to even get to Michigan in time for the wedding. It was surreal that the one part of the trip they had planned ahead of time was suddenly unraveling at the seams right in front of them. The electronic board they'd been looking at was the flight schedule, and their particular one had just changed from 'delayed' to 'canceled', the result of heavy thunderstorms that were wrecking havoc over Rocky Mountains.

The plane they were supposed to fly out on was still stuck in Denver, along with numerous others that were grounded due to the storms. There were dozens of flights either delayed or cancelled all over the country, many of them on United Airlines, which they were flying. It wasn't anyone's fault... except perhaps Mother Nature, but that didn't change the fact that they were stranded at the airport.

Well, they weren't really stranded. They had their car, and they had options. Options a lot of other travelers didn't have. But Ann was right. Driving their car to Michigan, leaving from there on their honeymoon, and then having to fly back to get their car and drive it back home was not part of any honeymoon scenario they'd discussed. They'd lose a day just having to drive home, and that wasn't something she was willing to give up. Neither was Neil, but they were running out of time. If they didn't drive to Michigan, then they were going to have to gamble that they could get on another flight that night, or early the next morning.

"I don't know. Maybe we should just drive there," Neil said as they moved up one spot in the line, nearing the counter. "At least we'll get there."

"Do you really want to sacrifice one of the days of our honeymoon?"

"Do you really want to miss the wedding?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. How about if we rent a car to drive there? We can just leave our car here and pick it up when we fly back."

"We've already paid for the plane tickets to Michigan. If we rent a car to drive there, we're out that money too."

"You're right. I hadn't thought of that."

"This sucks!"

"Yes, it does. Now you know why I don't care for flying; most of the time it's a more of a pain in the ass than it's worth."

They waited as patiently as they could. Well, Neil was patient. Ann was busy fidgeting, the longer they stood in line the more anxious she became. He stood by her side like a rock, holding her hand, trying to be a calming influence as he listened to the other frustrated members of their line. They moved toward the front one disgruntled traveler at a time, hoping they'd be one of the lucky ones that would be handed a miracle and be on their way. But that possibility seemed more remote as each person in line before them walked away empty handed and disappointed.

Wendy, the young woman behind the counter seemed frazzled, the cheery demeanor she was attempting to project coming off more as a defense mechanism for all of the verbal crap that had been hurled her way. It wasn't fair, really. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was life, and sometimes it throws you a curve when you're looking for a fastball.

Or in this case, it was a screwball, with a major emphasis on the 'screw' part.

"You've got to be kidding," Neil exclaimed, exasperation saturating his voice.

"I'm sorry Mr. Thomas. They're already loaded onto the carts waiting for the plane. Once they hit the tarmac, there's no way to get them back. We're not geared up for that," Wendy replied.

"So, no matter what, our luggage is flying to Michigan."

"Unfortunately," she nodded, bracing for the barrage of personal insults she'd become accustomed to getting to come her way.

Shrugging his shoulders, he offered a smile instead. "Okay, Wendy, I get it. So, what are our options?"

"Excuse me?"

"We need to get to Michigan for a wedding, and we don't want to drive. Is there still a way to fly out of here and get us there in time?"

"That depends. What time is the wedding?"

"It's at 3:00PM tomorrow. But it will take us an hour or so to drive there once we get to Detroit."

"Let me check," she said, looking at her monitor. "Okay, we don't have anything because our flights are all booked up due to these delays. The earliest I can get you there is around 6:00PM." She continued clicking on her keyboard as Neil and Ann groaned, only to be surprised by Wendy's smile. "However, there's a flight on another airline that should get you there in time. It leaves tomorrow morning at 10:20, and it's about a two hour flight."

"How does that help?" Ann asked. "We're already booked with you?"

"I'm going to refund your tickets because you're being so nice. The weather looks good for tomorrow, and everything should be back on schedule by then."

"But all these people will be doing the same thing, won't they? I don't see how that's going to work."

"That airline doesn't have a hub in Denver like we do. That's what's causing us such headaches. We have a lot more planes grounded right now. They're not as backed up as we are. And like I said, I'm going to refund your tickets. They have a couple of openings on that flight. You'd land at 12:10 local time. Will that work?"

Neil looked at Ann, and she nodded, knowing it was the best alternative they had. "It should. We'll just have to come back tomorrow to fly out. It's going to be pushing it, but it should work."

Wendy leaned closer, whispering, "Would you like me to book your seats for you so you don't lose them?"

"You can do that?"

"Uh huh. They don't like us to, but I can do it from here. I have to tell you though, the seats won't be together." Ann groaned, but she agreed. He wasn't happy about it either, but they were both in the mode of making the best of things. Wendy keyed in a few more strokes and said, "Okay, you're all set. Just go over to there," she said, pointing, not wanting to actually say the name of the competitor. "You can pick up the tickets right now."

"Thanks Wendy," he said.

"You're welcome. And thanks for being so nice about everything."

"No problem. It's not your fault."

They walked away, making their way across the airport. Finally getting to the counter for the airline they were now booked on, they almost dropped their carry on bags.

"Oh my God... this line looks longer than the LAST one," Ann griped.

"I know, babe. Let's just make the best of it. We've just got to be patient."

"Yeah, right... 'cause I'm so good at that," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Is this where you stayed with Tina?" Ann asked excitedly, wondering if they were in the same hotel that Neil shared with their friend on the adventure Ann had set up for them.

He smiled, shaking his head. "No babe. That was a Sheraton. It's about a half-hour from here."

"Oh."

"You're not disappointed, are you?"

"Well, yeah, but not about that. This day just hasn't gone like I figured it would. I mean, I knew we'd be staying in a hotel tonight, but I didn't think it would be this one."

"FUCK!" he yelled, leaping off of the bed to grab his overnight bag.

"What?"

"The hotel in Michigan! I've got to call and change our reservations!"

Ann was right; the day was anything but what they had carefully planned. They were now officially in 'make it up as you go' mode. It was one of Neil's strengths, but he hadn't planned on having to use it until after the wedding. Now, he was changing things that had been set up for well over a month, and it was causing more stress than either one of them could take.

With the flight being cancelled, they had decided to take the first one out the next day, hoping there wouldn't be any other problems. But that decision meant having to make a lot of other ones, the first of which was what to do for the night. He had lobbied to just drive home and come back the next day, even though it would be an hour and a half drive in both directions. She was in favor of finding a hotel near the airport and staying the night. She wanted to start her vacation, and driving home would make her feel like all they did was just waste their first day.

As the line drug on at the airport, waiting to get their tickets for the fight they'd be taking the next morning, Neil started seeing things her way. Especially when she said she didn't want to wait any longer than she had to in order to get him into a bed. Motivated by her sexy laugh, he found them a nice hotel near the airport to stay in overnight, only to be scrambling a half-hour later to change the arrangements for the one they were supposed to be staying in.

"Is everything okay?" she said as he hung up the phone.

"I guess. We didn't cancel today soon enough, so we're going to have to pay a penalty for the room."

"A penalty?"

"Yeah, but as long as we show up tomorrow, it won't be that much. Otherwise, they charge us for both days because they couldn't book the room for someone else. That's the point of having a reservation, I guess."

"Well that sucks."

"Everything about this day sucks," he said as he collapsed backward onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with his arms stretched over his head.

"Hmm... then maybe I should too," she winked, rolling over onto her side to reach for his belt. He started to move, but she got on her knees, pinning his arms in place, her hands going to his wrists. She offered him a sloppy, wet kiss. "Don't move baby. I want to play with you for a while."

He held still while she ran her hands under his shirt, lifting it to his chin. Sucking at his nipples, she fumbled with the belt. She stopped long enough to strip his shorts off, resuming her sweet torture of his chest as she began slowly stroking his cock with her soft hand, bringing it to life.

"God that feels good," he moaned, fighting the urge to lower his arms.

Squeezing his shaft, she mumbled, "Feels good to me too."

Slowly working her way down his body, she licked the head, tasting the precum leaking from the tiny hole. She moaned, savoring the taste, working her magical hands to make more ooze out onto her extended tongue.

Tilting her head, she worked her mouth over him, taking inch by thick inch teasingly down her throat. When she finally swallowed him whole, she pressed her lips against his pubic bone, humming happily, feeling him throb and pulse.

Placing her hands around the base of his cock, her thumbs pressing into his balls gently, she began fucking him with her mouth and throat, her head moving all the way up until just the tip of his cock remained on her lips, then slamming back with such force he had to grab at the headboard to keep from moving. As her head moved faster, he could feel his load start to build. So could she, the telltale signs that he was nearing his orgasm making her wetter by the second.

She loved making Neil cum. It didn't matter how she did it; just the idea that she could make his glorious cock spurt and spasm almost made her cum herself. She loved the way his shaft felt when it exploded; the power and force it had, with so much sperm shooting from his balls it seemed endless. She loved the way his body moved, and the sounds he made when he came for her. She loved the way he tasted when he shot in her mouth. She loved the texture of it when he shot all over her body. And she loved the way it felt when he quite literally exploded inside her pussy or ass; the warm, thick goo slowly escaping her holes over time, making such a wonderful mess.

It was that last part that got her excited as she fucked him with her face. While she loved the taste in her mouth, or the feel on her skin, she suddenly became wild with lust thinking about whenever that cannon went off inside her. As odd as it sounded in her head, it somehow made her feel like a complete woman when he came inside her. Of course, when she felt the remnants of his huge load start leaking from her pussy or ass afterward, it made her feel like a complete slut, and that was she longed for.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 02



She had already experienced that earlier in the day, hoping to have the sensation of that sticky mess between her legs all during the flight. That went out the window when the travel plans fell apart. The mess was still there, but she really didn't get to enjoy it, the stress of each new obstacle they came up against ruining her mood. With him so close to cumming, she suddenly wanted that feeling once again.

Grabbing the base of his cock, she squeezed tight, making him growl as she pulled her head off. Positioning herself quickly over his the tip she pulled the leg of her tight white spandex shorts to the side, exposing her wet slit. She hadn't bothered to wear underwear, loving the gooey mess he'd made that morning.

She closed her eyes as she lowered her body, engulfing his prick in a short, measured stroke. With her hands now free, she started riding him, taking off her shirt before resting her palms on his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, baby," she moaned, rolling her pelvis in ways that made her clit pull against his rigid flesh.

"UNNNNN," he grimaced, hoping to hold out, but knowing he wasn't going to be able to.

"It's okay... just cum... I'll take care of the rest."

"What does that mean," he wondered seconds before losing his mind, his brains seemingly blowing out the end of his cock as his balls emptied inside her.

She dug her fingernails into his chest, making them bite into his skin. He kept his arms frozen in place, his hips bucking as he coated her inner walls. But she kept humping, riding him faster and faster, feeling the hot sperm creaming inside like she was a butter churn and his cock was the dasher.

He didn't have a chance to go soft. She saw to that with the way she was fucking him. And now that he'd cum, he knew he was in for a long, delicious ride. His eyes became transfixed on her perfect boobs, watching them bounce majestically as she rode him. He wanted to grab them, to pinch and tweak the hard nipples that were calling to him, but he dared not move his arms. The look in her eyes told him not to.

He wasn't sure why she wanted him in that position, but it didn't matter. The way she was fucking him told him everything he needed to know. The fact that he remained hard as a rock from the way she moved her lower body also spoke volumes, and it was making him groan out loud.

Ann mewled, the sensations she was feeling on her clit making her tingle from within. She could feel the heat building in her loins, the cum her lover shot into her becoming a frothy, milky mess.

"God I love that feeling," she groaned to herself, the idea of still fucking him right after he came causing a chill to run through her body.

It wasn't like she was fucking two different men, but she'd be lying if she said the idea of sloppy seconds wasn't a bit of a turn on. Not a big enough one that she'd ever ask Neil to let her fuck another man. Hell, he was proving he could handle the role of two men quite nicely as she happily rammed her pussy up and down over his well-endowed crotch. A wicked smile came to her as she thought of just how much he'd cum inside her. "Maybe this is what sloppy thirds feels like," she thought as she bit at her lower lip.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, seeing her close her eyes, the blissful expression on her face unable to hide the naughty thoughts she was having.

"Mmm... nothing."

"That's bull. Tell me."

"I was thinking about what it must be like to be a real slut," she hissed.

"You are a real slut."

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Now, do you want to be more specific?"

"You cum so much, baby... I feel like I've been fucked by two other guys already. I love how my pussy feels when you fuck me after you've already cum inside me. Is that strange?"

"No, what's strange is how you're avoiding saying that you like sloppy seconds."

"Uh, I was actually thinking that this would be thirds, stud. Like I said... I feel like I've fucked two other guys. That's how much you cum."

"Thanks," he grinned.

"You're welcome. Now, tell me you're not mad that I was thinking about that."

"Why would I be mad? It's not like you really did it. It's a fantasy, Anna."

"I know. I just want to make sure you know that. I haven't changed my mind."

"About what?"

"About fucking other guys. I still don't want to."

"Then why are you bringing it up?"

"In case we end up going on our honeymoon with Dawn and Jeremy."

"Ha... I seriously doubt that's going to happen, babe. And even on the wildest chance that it might, I'm not fucking Dawn, so there's no reason to think you'd be fucking Jeremy."

"How do you know you're not fucking Dawn?"

"Because she'll be married tomorrow, and I'm married now. I'm going on my honeymoon with you, babe. Not her."

"They might be tagging along. Won't you -"

Neil reached up, unable to control his arms any longer. He grabbed her by the nipples, pulling her down with them, making her squeal in delight as the pain ripped through her tender buds. "No... I won't!" he growled as he kissed her deeply, biting at her lower lip, flipping her over onto her back in a powerful move.

"OH... GOD!" she screamed as he began pounding her pussy harder. "FUCK ME BABY! FUCK YOUR SLUT!"

The words landed on his ears with a thud. It was as if she'd hit him over the head with a stick, pounding into him that she was not only a slut, she was his slut. And she wanted to please him any way she could. She wasn't saying that she wanted another guy. She was simply saying she loved feeling full of cum. The two didn't have to be linked in some torrid, tawdry way, like an impromptu threesome with someone they might know.

She was also saying in not so many words that she was still open-minded about letting other women fuck her husband. She loved it when she let Tina have a taste of Neil. Or Carol. And he liked it too. But he was drawing the line at Dawn, and he was letting her know just that by the way he was fucking her. Ann was the only woman he truly had eyes for.

They were lust filled eyes, locked onto hers like steely blue lasers. She started cumming, her body pitching and rolling on top of the bed as he grabbed hold of her legs. Lifting them over his shoulders, he moved up on his toes, driving down into her cunt, the thin fabric of her shorts rubbing against his shaft, some of the material pressing into her open hole. She screamed out again, only to have her mouth covered with his, feeling his tongue shoving past her lips. She sucked on it, her hands going to his face, holding him there as she felt another wave crash over her.

"UUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she gasped, exhaling past his lips like she was giving him mouth to mouth.

He drove into her sloppy pussy for five more minutes, ramming hard and fast. As he began to tire, she came again, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she pleaded with him to cum. His balls began to move, and he lengthened his strokes, the subtle difference enough that he succumbed to her wishes. Plunging one last time, he held himself still, his cock blasting inside her.

As they lay together, stroking each other tenderly, Ann worked up the courage she needed.

"Are you sure you won't want to fuck Dawn?" she asked quietly.

"I'm very sure."

"So, what's the point of going on a honeymoon with them then?"

"You said it yourself... they're our friends, right?"

"Well, yeah. I just thought we might do something, you know... fun."

"If we go together, I'm sure we will."

"I meant sex, Neil. Something involving sex."

"And we might."

"Well how's that going to work?"

"Look, I'm not fucking her Ann. I didn't say I wouldn't do anything. We had fun with Chad and Dana, and I didn't fuck her, and you didn't fuck Chad."

"So, you'd be okay with that?"

"I'd be okay watching you and Dawn," he winked, making her blush.

"I bet you would."

"Maybe I'll make you," he chuckled.

"Oooo... now we're talking!" she cooed. Sliding out from under him, she moved the crotch of her shorts back in place, knowing his warm seed would slowly begin to ooze from her pussy. Grabbing her top, she patted him on his shrinking cock. "Come on baby. Let's go get something to eat."

"You want to go like that?"

"I told you. I love this feeling. Let's go... I'm starving."

A few minutes later they were on the elevator, heading downstairs to the hotel restaurant.

"What are you thinking now?" he asked, seeing another impish grin on her face in the reflection of the elevator doors.

"Mmm... I was just wondering what it would be like if Dawn and Jeremy were with us right now. I'm guessing you'd be making me eat something entirely different."

"And what would that be?"

"Her pussy, silly," she replied, not being subtle about it at all.

Responding in kind, he upped the ante. "What if it's full, like yours is?"

Her mind sharp, she thought of Dawn's handsome fiancé, and his native homeland. "If you made me, I'd do it. I've never had New Zealand cuisine before."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Any encounter like that seemed far-fetched when the arrived at the airport the next morning, mainly because they were rushed. They woke up thinking they had plenty of time, only to eventually realize that the clock next to the bed was an hour behind, having never been set for Daylight Saving Time. Ann was miffed, because she wanted to start her day like she had the previous one, well fucked and full of cum. Instead they had to scramble just to get ready and out the door.

They arrived at the airport at the time they needed to, but it felt like they were late. Parking the car in the long term lot once again, Neil opened her door, the two of them walking hastily towards the transportation depot to catch a shuttle van to the terminal.

"At least we don't have to carry our luggage this time," he said as they waited.

"Yeah... big deal," she complained. "I'd rather have the luggage and feel like a slut than stand here like this."

"Will you stop? I promise, when we land in Detroit and get the rental car, I'll pull over somewhere and fuck the shit out of you. Then you can sit at the wedding and feel as slutty as you want."

"I wanted to feel it on the plane. But that does sound nice," she giggled.

Looking at her, he shook his head. "This is the strangest conversation I think I've ever had."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just loved how yesterday started out. That's all."

"I did too. But let's not let the bad start we got this morning spoil the whole day. Maybe today will be the opposite. We'll start bad and finish strong."

"You finished strong last night," she smiled, patting him on his crotch before taking a quick squeeze.

"Hmm... maybe I should just find a way to fuck you now," he replied as he put his arm around her, kissing her on the forehead.

Before he could seriously consider that ridiculous notion, the shuttle pulled up in front of them, whisking them off to the terminal. "Well, it was a nice thought, anyway," she said as she ran her hand up and down his bare thigh as they sat next to each other on the ride.

That began a long, sexually charged overture, the two teasing and toying with each other. It wasn't anything blatant; it was subtle touches and knowing glances, along with the verbal torture that came with trying to turn their partner on. It was flirting, and it was making them both extremely horny. Well, hornier. They were already about to pounce on each other at the hotel when they realized the time was wrong. Having to deny that carnal lust had them on edge.

But they didn't seem to mind. It was like foreplay, only they were in a public place and they had their clothes on. Of course, that didn't stop them from playing with each other whenever they could, whether it was on the shuttle, or as they sat near their gate waiting to board the plane. She'd find a way to touch his cock, or quickly fondle his balls through his loose shorts, making him throb. He would accidentally brush his hand against her breast, or he would play with the hem of her short miniskirt, making it ride up her thighs. He even snuck his fingers underneath once, toying with the material of her thong, getting a sense of how wet she was. The sexual tension they were building made the idea of flying together all the more exciting.

That is until they went to actually board. It had totally slipped his mind that they weren't seated together. But not Ann... she knew all too well they were going solo. When they started calling rows, Neil got up, holding his ticket as he looked at Ann, wondering why she hadn't gotten up with him.

"Fuck!" he groaned, the sexy smirk on her face letting him know she remembered what he didn't.

"Good luck trying to hide that big hard cock during the flight," she giggled as she gave him a little wave of her fingers, the wicked smile on her face making his shaft pulse.

Putting his carry on in front of his bulge, he nodded. "Thanks a lot. See you in Detroit."

"Oh, you're going to see me before then," she winked.

He wasn't sure what that meant, but he didn't have a lot of time to think about it. He made his way down the jetway, and then slowly toward the very back of the plane. There was some embarrassment when he had to stow his bag in the overhead compartment over his seat, the huge tent in his shorts readily evident to the young stewardess that was helping him. She simply smiled as he took his seat on the aisle. He crossed his legs quickly in a veiled attempt to conceal his manhood from the middle-aged couple sitting next to him to his right, but it was too late.

The husband was preoccupied with looking out the window, acting like it was his first time on a jet. His striking wife had politely nodded at Neil at first, until her eyes were drawn to his crotch, having had it practically thrust in her face as he put away his bag before he sat down.

Those eyes stayed locked onto it as he sat, a hushed, "Oh my," escaping past her impish smile.

"Uh... sorry," he shrugged, deciding the best way to deal with the situation was by being bluntly honest. "My wife remembered we weren't sitting together on the flight. Unfortunately, I didn't."

"Excuse me," she said, her wide eyes finally leaving the front of his shorts, batting wildly as she stared at his wry smile.

"She enjoys getting me worked up. Usually I don't mind, but I forgot I'd be sitting by myself on this flight. She's going to be somewhere up front. I apologize if I've embarrassed you..."

"Brenda."

"Hi Brenda. I'm Neil. And again, I'm sorry for the first impression that I must be giving you. I don't normally walk around like this."

"It's nice to meet you, Neil," she smiled as she snuck a peek over her other shoulder, seeing that her husband was still enamored with the action on the tarmac outside the window. "Believe me... you have nothing to apologize for. You actually make a very nice impression. Frankly, I wish I could still have that kind of effect on him."

The quick nod of her head toward the man to her right had Neil's natural curiosity piquing. At first glance, Brenda was alluring, even having an exotic quality to her. She dressed tastefully, with just a hint of sexuality underneath. Part of that was the fire behind her expressive eyes, as if a tigress was waiting to be unleashed. It was hard to imagine any man not only finding her desirable, but wanting to do erotic things to her the first chance they got. She was not only attractive, she was intelligent and intriguing.

Brenda's desire to flirt kicked in as she became captivated by Neil's charm. Her soft, sexy blue eyes flashed, set off against her pale skin and her long, dirty blonde curls, a strand of which she was suddenly twirling around a finger like a star struck teenager.

He could tell she was enthralled with the idea that the young man sitting next to her was unashamed of the view he was giving her. The confidence in his demeanor was so disarming that she found the situation exciting. The signs she was giving off practically screamed that she wanted some attention. Still, he treaded carefully, knowing full well her husband was right there. He didn't want to say anything he'd regret.

"Well, I'm not sure what to say about that," he replied, trying to feel out where the conversation was heading.

"There's nothing to say," she sighed.

"Actually, I think you saying that speaks volumes."

She shrugged, smiling coyly while he looked past her toward her mate. He'd closed the blind and settled back into his seat. His head was now smashed against a travel pillow he must have brought with him, his eyes already closed.

Returning his attention to Brenda, Neil began not so subtly scanning her body, figuring if she wanted to feel noticed it wouldn't hurt anything to stroke her ego a bit. After all, she'd correctly pointed out they were going to be spending the next couple of hours next to each other.

And notice he did, seeing that she'd taken very good care of herself. Her crème colored silk blouse was very stylish, the material clinging to her large bosom; her dressy maroon skirt had risen to just above her knees with her sitting down. She had her legs crossed as well, her black high heel dangling loosely from her stocking covered foot. She smiled when they eventually made eye contact again after he finished his deliberate tour of her body.

Noticing his cock still at full attention, she offered, "Would you like me to trade seats with your wife so you can sit together?"

"No thanks. I'm sure Ann has her reasons for doing this."

"Are you sure? You might be more... comfortable," she said, pointing directly at his obvious predicament.

"It's not like she would do anything about it. It's a full flight... your husband would still be here."

"He'll be asleep before we ever take off," she smiled. "It happens every time we fly."

"Really?"

"Yes. That's why he takes the window seat, so he won't be woken up by anyone. Makes traveling with him a real bore. So, are you sure I shouldn't go change seats with Ann? I wouldn't mind."

"That's alright, Brenda. I appreciate the offer, but like I said, I'm sure she has her reasons. Besides, there are people on the other side of the aisle too. I'm thinking this is just the way things are supposed to be. It's our fate today."

"So you planned to travel apart like this?"

"Ha. No. We were supposed to fly out yesterday, but our flight got cancelled because of the weather. So, she's making the best of the hand we've been dealt."

"Making the best of it?"

"You'd have to meet her to understand. It's kind of hard to explain."

"Try me. I'm pretty open-minded." Once again nodding toward her husband, she continued, "Besides, it's not like he's going to talk to me for the next couple of hours, so I seem to have some free time on my hands."

Deciding that being forthright was still the best option, he shrugged. "Okay, well, it's all part of being married to a very sexual woman that loves to have fun... sometimes at my expense. But like I said before, the plane's full, and she has her reasons for this. To be honest I've learned not to question her motives and just go with it."

"Well, suit yourself. I just thought I'd offer. I'm sure you won't be... well, hard like that the entire flight," she said quietly.

He was surprised she'd been so descriptive. Her husband might have been the type to fall asleep before liftoff, but he'd just closed his eyes, and he was within earshot. She'd spoken in a hushed voice; they both had been since they started conversing, but she still said it. Her inviting smile said something as well.

She sat quietly, watching Neil's eyes wander over her body again, a delicious thrill coming over her. It was such a rush to have someone so much younger look at her the way he was. Deciding it was a sign to continue her flirtatious behavior, she tried to judge just how far to go. Should she just hint around the edges like she had been, or become bolder?




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 02



Her heart raced as she became caught in his lingering stare, his eyes leering at her shapely legs. Taking a needless chance, she pulled lightly at the material of her skirt, hiking it up an inch to reveal more of her stocking covered thighs.

Neil was still contemplating her last comment, his cock pulsing inside his shorts. That had more to do with his wife and the predicament she'd put him in than it did with Brenda, but the sight of her sexy legs didn't hurt.

"I don't know, Brenda. If you keep doing things like that, I could easily see me being like this all the way to Michigan."

With the gauntlet thrown down, Brenda blushed. But she didn't hesitate. "So, you're saying Ann isn't going to mind you sitting here next to me like you are right now?"

Offering a little shrug of his left shoulder, he shook his head. "No. I'm sure she's going to enjoy herself in her own way. Knowing she left me like this is just part of her fun. You should have seen the look in her eyes. This is what she wanted."

"Hmm... so, if I were to... do this," she wondered, hiking up her skirt even further, a glimpse of the lacy tops of her stockings coming into view, "she'd be okay with it?"

"To be honest, she'd be okay with it if she were sitting next to you on the other side," he smiled. "Hell, knowing Ann, she'd more than likely be looking at you as well."

Leaning in closer, Brenda brushed the hair from her face, her eyes sparkling with life. "And to think I was dreading flying today."

"Dreading it?"

Nodding as she glanced over her shoulder again, she winked. "I told you, flying can be such a bore, especially if you're not next to someone you can talk to, and you forgot to bring anything with you to keep you entertained. Suddenly I feel like I have both."

Twenty minutes into the flight, Neil was sitting with a plastic cup of Diet Coke in his hand. Brenda was nursing a Ginger Ale, her husband to her right snoring like it was three in the morning and he was tucked in his own bed.

"Told you," she giggled as she raised her glass, her voice louder knowing he wasn't going to wake up. She lifted her tray so Neil could stare at her legs once again, going so far as to blatantly pull her skirt to her crotch line, showing off the tops of her stockings, along with the garter holding them up.

"Very nice," he smiled as he peered over the top of his cup, his cock straining against the confines of his shorts. He still had a raging hard on, but he didn't care to hide it anymore, at least from her. He was keeping it hidden from the people in the aisle across from him, which meant that other than the cute stewardess, Brenda was the only one that really could see anything. Sure, there was the occasional passerby heading to the bathroom now that the seatbelt sign was off, but he could see them coming down the aisle. And for the time being, he was shielded by his tray... all except for the piercing blue eyes of the dirty blonde sitting next to him.

And she was taking dirty to another level. Brenda was becoming daring, reminding him of Ann. It didn't hurt that he'd been sharing stories of his wife to pass the time. Just the thought of her brought a knowing smile to his face. He wondered what she might be doing, sitting midway up the plane, some twenty rows in front of him. She was still turned on, no doubt. He just wondered what she was doing about it.

For the time being, however, he was occupied with what his new acquaintance was doing. On the surface, she was engaged in the age-old game of flirting. More specifically, she was running her stocking covered foot up and down his shin while they talked. Not to be outdone, she was bringing up some of the sexy things she'd done when she was younger. She just happened to be touching his leg with her soft foot while doing it. She'd slipped off her heel, making good use of their proximity. It was all innocent, but the fire in her eyes said she'd love to be able to do more, while knowing that could never be.

Neil knew it too. That's one of the reasons it came so easy to him. He wasn't trying to get laid, or even get off. He was simply trying to entertain Brenda's obvious infatuation. Of course, he'd started that innocently the second he showed up at his seat with his hard cock throbbing inches from her face when he put away his bag in the overhead compartment. But the idea that she was now willingly reciprocating appealed to his sense of adventure.

It also helped that her husband might as well have been dead the way he was slumped in his seat, his back now turned to them. Neil obviously wouldn't have been taking the risk he was if there were any real danger of creating a problem in their marriage. Having been through a failed one of his own he wanted no part of causing friction in someone else's. He made that perfectly clear during takeoff, recounting his past in short detail, while describing his relationship with Ann. Or, Anna, as it were, based on how she was acting when he left to board the plane without her. He could still hear her naughty snickering ringing in his ears as the engines started to roar.

"Is she up there laughing right now?" he wondered just before take off, craning his neck a little, catching a glimpse of her hair as she leaned to her right in her aisle seat on the other side of the plane. He'd grasped the arms of the seat as the jet started hurtling down the runway, his left hand innocently covering Brenda's right. She grasped it, holding tight as the plane climbed, waiting on until it leveled out before she let go.

"Thanks," she had said at the time, feeling a spark, looking over to her husband, who had already dozed off.

Neil could feel her wedding ring against his palm as he held her hand. That's when he felt the need to tell his story, hoping to let her know he had no intention of intruding where he didn't belong. He also felt it necessary to sort of explain the relationship he had with his wife. Brenda sat there, leaning toward him, the fascination showing in her eyes.

Responding in kind, she told him a tale of recent sexual frustration. She loved her husband, but as with all couples that had been together for some time, their life between the sheets had grown stale. She even said it that way, lamenting how she longed to get some excitement back into their bedroom.

"Maybe you should start by taking it out of the bedroom," Neil said with a grin.

"Pardon," she replied politely, unsure of what he meant.

"I think it's pretty obvious you're enjoying yourself right now, and you're nowhere near a bed."

"I wouldn't even know where to start, Neil."

"Sure you do," he smirked, his eyes lowered. "It starts with flirting. You can do that anywhere." The stewardess interrupted them, offering drinks. Once she passed them to head down the aisle, Brenda removed her shoe all the way, using her foot to rub his leg. She followed that with some playful banter, and he grinned. "See, you know what you're doing."

"I'm out of practice," she sighed.

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine. But feel free to keep practicing on me if you'd like."

"Oh... I like," she winked, staring at the straining bulge in his shorts. "I most definitely like."

When the stewardess had her cart toward the front of the plane about ten minutes later, Ann got up, strutting seductively along the aisle. The movement caught Neil's attention, his eyes locking on to hers as she carried her big purse, something that he found odd at first. She had just had her period the week before, so he knew it wasn't that she needed it for that reason. Then it dawned on him that she was alone in her seat. She wasn't going to leave it behind when she didn't know the people sitting around her.

When she neared his seat in the back row, she stopped and leaned down, offering him a glimpse of her bare breasts down the front of her blouse, most of which she conveniently unbuttoned at some point. It was more open than closed. She glanced at Brenda, seeing her sexy thigh and the way she was exposing it. Then she checked out Neil's crotch, even though it was mostly obscured by the seat tray.

She reached across him, sticking out her hand, flashing her brilliant smile. "Hi! I'm Anna. I see you're having fun playing with my husband."

The hint of a smile belied the nervous expression on Brenda's face as she accepted the handshake. "I'm sorry, Anna. I..."

"Don't be. I'm sure he's told you all about me since I'm the one that made him board the plane that way. I'm glad the two of you are having a good time."

"We are," Neil replied confidently. "Anna, this is Brenda."

"It's nice to meet you, Brenda."

"Good morning, Anna. It's nice to meet you too," she replied, relaxing a bit from Ann's pleasant attitude, the warm handshake putting her at ease.

Ann leaned down further, her left breast spilling out of her blouse altogether, coming into Brenda's view... and Neil's. His eyes were fixated on it as she whispered in his ear.

"You can have all the fun you want, baby. Just remember, no cumming. I want that big load you're building up inside my pussy later."

"What are you talking about?" he said with a puzzled look.

Reaching underneath the little tray, she patted his crotch, before slowly unzipping the front of his shorts. "There... that's better." Standing, she winked at Brenda. "I trust you'll be good to him. He knows where my line is drawn. It's up to you to let him know yours. I'll see you later, baby."

She gave a little wave before skipping off to the bathroom. Brenda looked at Neil and asked, "What was that all about?"

Shaking his head slightly, he offered, "I'm not sure, other than that was vintage Anna."

"Vintage Anna? She's not old enough to be vintage anything. What did she whisper to you?"

"HA! Are you sure you want to know?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"She said we can have all the fun we want, but she doesn't want me cumming."

"Oh my goodness. Does she really think I'm going to... what does she think we're doing? We're just flirting!"

"That's Anna. She sees possibilities others don't bother looking for. Besides, you're the one that said you could use a little adventure in your life."

"But, we're on an airplane!"

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've had an orgasm on an airplane," he laughed.

"It... wouldn't?"

"Or the third, actually," he grinned, fondly recalling the encounters he'd had with Tina.

"Well when I said I wanted more adventure, I didn't mean that."

'That's fine. Now we know where your line is."

"Oh, so that's what she was talking about. My line!"

"Yeah. Everyone has a different line they won't cross. She told you what hers was for me right now. And now we know what yours is."

Just then, Ann appeared at his side once again, stopping on her way back to her seat. He laughed when he saw the naughty grin on her face.

"What's up babe?"

She looked past him to Brenda. "I assume Neil told you what I said to him," she winked. Brenda nodded bashfully in response. "Good. You two have fun. I know I'm going to."

She held her clenched hand over Neil's tray, opening it slowly. Her panties dangled from her finger, making Brenda's mouth fall open. Dropping the delicate garment onto his tray, a sexy giggle followed. Then she pulled out her small egg vibrator from her purse, checking around to make sure she wasn't being watched. Looking at her husband, she handed the egg to him, holding just the controller in her hand, the wire connecting the two dangling between them.

"Be a sweetheart and put that in for me Neil. I don't want to have to lift my skirt... unless you want me to."

Moving closer, her thighs pressed against the arm of his seat. His eyes shifted, darting around to see who might be looking just like she had. But he knew if he didn't do what she asked, she'd certainly do it herself, and make a production of it in the process. Reaching underneath the red material of the short skirt, he felt her pussy, rubbing the egg back and forth along her wet slit. Pressing upward, he stuffed it inside, making her moan; her eyes closing as she grasped his shoulder.

Finding her balance, she opened her eyes, biting her lip as she focused.

Neil brought her back from whatever dirty dream she was having. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm... I've never been better. That was exciting."

"Aren't you a little worried about the noise that's going to make?"

"I'm sitting right next to the wing, baby. The engines are louder than this thing is going to be," she said before reaching into her purse again. Pulling out one of her Antonio dildos, she plopped it onto Brenda's lap. "I cleaned that off in the bathroom. Feel free to keep it if you want. If you don't want it, just give it to Marissa at the end of the flight. She said she'd love to have it."

"Who... who is Marissa?"

"Our stewardess, silly," she smiled. "Have a happy flight."

Ann strolled off; her hips swaying provocatively as she carefully navigated the narrow aisle. The wire from the vibrator hung conspicuously in view as she held her purse down low. At least it was conspicuous to Neil, because he could see it and he knew what it was. From the way she was holding her purse, anyone that might have looked could have seen it. But it was unlikely. Still, it was the thought, and the thrill that mattered. She was playing mind games with him, and she was winning.

Brenda clutched the big rubber cock, moving it down between her leg and the side of the seat. "I can't believe she just threw that at me," she said staring at it, her voice shaking.

Neil grabbed Ann's panties and stuffed them into his pocket as he spoke. "She didn't throw it. She dropped it on your lap. Look, I'm really sorry if we've gone too far, Brenda. Why don't we just relax and enjoy the rest of the flight. I don't want to do or say anything else that's going to make you more upset than you already are."

Touching his arm, her fingers ran lightly from his hand to the crook at his elbow. "Who said I'm upset?"

"You didn't say it. But I can tell."

"This is all just a little much to process so fast. But I'm really not upset. And you're right, she didn't throw this at me," she said, holding up the dildo to look at it more closely. "My, that is one... big... penis."

"I suppose," he grinned bashfully.

Based on his reaction, she glanced down at the open zipper of his shorts, the bulge in the front still huge. "Does this... is this..."

"More or less," he shrugged, almost ashamed to admit what she was inferring.

Unable to control her curiosity, she set the dildo back by her side, her hand going to his groin underneath the tray, carefully traversing over the terrain of his shorts. Neil leaned back, lifting the armrest between them to give her room. She grasped it through his shorts, feeling the heat; the hardness. They both let out a groan.

When her hand moved back up, she found the opening. She didn't allow herself time to think about the consequences of what she was about to do. Instead she closed her eyes, slipping her fingers into his fly before she could change her mind. He closed his as well, biting his lip as she took his cock and squeezed it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, leaning toward him, her head near his shoulder.

"Happens to me all the time," he joked.

"Why do I believe that?"

It was because there was some truth to his comment. At least as far as how Anna always seemed to be pulling the strings on his sexual experiences. Not to mention those of her own; he could only imagine what she was doing to herself at that very moment. Would she actually let herself cum on the plane?

He didn't know that answer. All he knew for sure was that he wouldn't be, even though the hand barely stroking his erection felt so incredible. He took Brenda's wrist gently in his hand, and she knew. Removing her fingers, she pulled back, slowly zipping up his shorts as she stared at him.

"A girl could get carried away pretty easily with that thing," she smiled as she sat back in her chair.

All he could think of to say in response was, "Thanks," which made her chuckle.

"I know. I used to feel the same way when someone would compliment me on my breasts. Really, how are you supposed to answer something like that?"

"What do you mean you used to feel that way? Don't you get complimented on them now? They're spectacular."

"Actually, they are. I guess I just don't flaunt them like I did when I was younger. Although I certainly never did what your wife just did. It surprised me how she was letting them just kind of hang out there like that. She's very... self-confident."

"She's teasing me with them, Brenda. She knows how much I love them, and she loves showing them off. I told you, she's a bit of an exhibitionist."

"I remember you saying that. But seeing it firsthand? That's different. She must be flashing the whole plane."

"No... just us."

"She walked back here like that, Neil. She didn't even know who would be sitting next to you."

"Oh, she knew," he smiled.

"How?"

"If she knows Marissa's name, she knows who's sitting next to me... and what you've been doing. Ann wouldn't have done that if she didn't know it was relatively a safe move. She's carefree, but she's not careless."

Of course, he was right. Ann had struck up a friendship with Marissa the moment she got on the plane. It was part of her DNA; the ability to connect with someone almost instantly. She knew from the moment she saw Marissa that she was her kind of girl; one full of life, full of self-assurance; one that loved to have a good time. She could even tell she was a woman that loved sex and anything that had to do with it.

Once they bonded, Ann pulled her aside, telling her what she was doing with her husband, including the condition he was in when she'd turned him loose to board the plane. Marissa quickly signed up to be her eyes, doing subtle recognizance as she worked her job.

To Marissa, it was a bit of a shock to believe Neil was actually sitting next to a married woman, who was sitting next to her sleeping husband, and the two that were awake were flirting so casually. But when she relayed that information to Ann, she took it in stride. After all, she knew how charming her husband could be. The idea of using his massive hard-on as a conversation starter seemed perfectly normal to her. That he'd taken that opportunity to turn it into some harmless erotic fun spoke more about how sexy he could be as well.

And that's exactly how Brenda was looking at him. There he was, sitting idly by, unfazed by the fact that some strange older woman had just fondled his manhood, and in public on a passenger jet, no less. Then there was his wife, freely gallivanting through the cabin, her blouse mostly unbuttoned, her panties now safely tucked in her husband's shorts. And she was sitting in a seat next to two total strangers, a vibrator humming happily in her pussy.

Thinking of how Neil just described her, she handed him the dildo, standing up. "Can you excuse me for a moment, Neil?"

"Uh sure," he said as he scrambled, stuffing the fake cock next to his leg, hiding it as he grabbed the drinks off the tray before lifting it. "Where are you going?"

It was a stupid question, really. There were only so many places she could go on a plane, and it was pretty obvious. He felt awful about asking it as soon as he saw her pick up her purse. But she took it in stride, winking as she said "I'm going to work on becoming more carefree. I'll be right back."

She returned a few minutes later, sliding across in front of him, swaying her tight ass as she looked over her shoulder. She lingered there for a moment, watching him smile as she made a point to stick it out just a touch. He had to resist the urge to reach up and feel it, but that didn't stop him from caressing the shapely curves with his eyes.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 03



© 2014, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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Ann stood in the lobby, her head resting against Neil's shoulder, clutching his arm with both hands. A soft hum escaped her lips, the happy sound making his heart skip as they waited in line... again.

It had been a whirlwind couple of days traveling to Michigan, filled with waiting, waiting, and more waiting. It seemed they spent more time inching along than they did actually traveling, the result of countless problems just trying to fly five hundred miles. They had both wondered at one point if they were in one long endless line that stretched from their home all the way to Ann Arbor.

Yet they finally arrived, only to find themselves in another one. This time though, the line was an expected one. And it was welcomed.

Breaking the silence they'd shared since leaving the wedding reception, she quietly asked, "Is this where you and Dawn stayed?"

"What?"

"The night you met Denise... is this the same hotel?"

He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Yes babe. It is... you have an amazing memory."

It pleased her that she'd gotten that detail right. They were back in the town where he'd met his old flame, if you could consider someone you merely spent one incredibly erotic weekend with by that archaic term. Dawn was more like a brightly burning meteor that had crossed his path, forever changing his future. And he'd done the same for her; the two forever indebted to each other for the brief moment in time they shared. A moment that now shaped their happy lives.

Ann and Neil had returned to Ann Arbor for Dawn's wedding to Jeremy, a ruggedly handsome man that fate had brought into her live shortly after she and Neil helped each other heal from broken pasts. The ceremony was a beautiful celebration of a couple in love that were about to devote the rest of their lives to each other. But for Ann, it was also recognition of an unusual bond she shared with a woman whose kind heart and incredible sexual appetite helped pave the way for the relationship she now shared Neil.

In the days leading up to their trip to Michigan, Ann began recounting Neil's adventure that had taken place exactly a year before. After all, the wedding itself was on the anniversary of the day he'd met Dawn, which was not a coincidence. The stories he'd told her of that magical weekend played in her mind like an unseen movie, each scene imagined in her head, but seemingly real. Now that she was in the actual place where those explicit adventures happened, she couldn't help but wonder how what she'd envisioned as the setting actually compared to the real thing.

It reminded her of living in the Shenandoah Valley, where silver historical markers dotted the landscape, informing tourists of events that had taken place long ago, describing what happened where, and who was involved. She couldn't help but smirk, thinking there should be some kind of commemorative sign on display in the lobby, telling the world about what Dawn and Neil had done in that hotel, and the significance of it.

"Screw Civil War trivia," she thought, dismissing something she considered rather boring in comparison. Tingling from the idea that she was standing in the very spot Neil and Dawn had been in before going upstairs to fuck each other silly, she mused, "That would be information worth sharing."

Looking around the beautiful lobby, she sighed happily. "Hmm... I thought so. It looks very nice."

Her voice was soft, almost dreamy. So were her half-open eyes. She looked relaxed, and yet he could see the fatigue in her face, even in her sexy smile.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I'm okay... a little tired, I suppose."

"I can tell. It's been a long couple of days. We're going to sleep well tonight."

"Are you thinking of sleeping, or something else?" she asked, arching her eyebrow, snaking her hand around his waist to pull him closer.

He held her in his strong right arm, his hand squeezing her shoulder gently. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm not thinking anymore. I'm too tired for that. But I was wondering."

"Ha... what's the difference between thinking and wondering?"

"If I'm thinking about something, it means I'm consciously trying to reason something out. It's a lot more work. But if I'm wondering, it's more like I'm just curious."

"Okay, so, what are you curious about?"

"I was wondering if anyone can see what's dripping down the inside of my left thigh right now. It feels so naughty."

"Well, you were a very naughty girl, Anna."

"Yes I was. But you certainly found a way to take advantage of me, didn't you?"

"I'm pretty sure that's what you wanted."

"I just wanted fucked."

"But you needed more than that," he grinned, making sure she realized the difference.

Giggling, she kissed his cheek. "True, but I never expected you to do that!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been an incredible ceremony. Sure, the picture perfect day had something to do with it. It had to be a bit of a risk for Dawn to commit to an outdoor wedding, but she and Jeremy had a backup plan, although it became evident early in the week that it wouldn't be needed. The weather pattern had been favorable, with Lower Michigan being in a stretch of upper 70 degree days, along with bright, sunshiny skies and low humidity. But it was the wedding itself that made the afternoon so special.

"Doesn't she look incredible?" Ann grinned as they watched Dawn walk past them, her face beaming; her hand holding on to her new husband's arm.

Her short white wedding dress was stylish and chic, looking more like the cocktail variety, accentuating her womanly curves. The short veil came to the middle of her back, showing off more of her body. It was more like something one might wear to a wedding, not in one, and Ann found herself admiring it because it wasn't traditional. It wasn't as daring as the one she'd worn, but it was certainly a breath of fresh air compared to the time-honored dresses most brides wore.

"So does Jeremy," Neil said, looking at the dashing figure he cut in his black Armani suit.

"I love his accent," she sighed, recalling how he recited his self-written vows, his thick New Zealander inflection making them sound even more romantic.

"Yeah, it still amazes me that he's a Kiwi."

"It amazes me that we're here. Just think baby, a year ago today, you were...fucking her," she giggled.

It was true. Dawn had timed the day of her wedding to coincide with the anniversary of the day she and Neil had met. That they'd had sex that night seemed such a stretch. He'd only gone to Ann Arbor to escape his high school reunion, and what he envisioned to be a vivid reminder of his failed marriage. He wanted to flee town to play a little softball instead, but it ended up so much more than that.

It became a three-day weekend filled with fun and adventure, the highlight of which being the torrid sexual tryst he shared with Dawn. One that helped them each heal from the emotional scars that had been inflicted on their hearts. He never dreamed he'd end up getting laid that weekend. That turned out to be an incredible fringe benefit of sorts. But in the end, it was so much more than just incredible sex with an amazing woman. It turned out he'd found a lover instead.

Ann was taking great pleasure in reminding him of that. Literally a year to the day, he'd just watched his lover, as he thought of her, get married, her heart fully mended, her life seemingly fulfilled. Neil didn't know which was more astounding; that Dawn had gotten engaged and decided to marry on the one year mark of the day she first met him, or, that that same encounter had allowed him to move beyond his past so he could find his own happiness. In his eyes, without the weekend he spent with Dawn, fate would have never brought Ann into his life.

Still, he had to chuckle at the way Ann had said it. Arching his eyebrow, he turned to look at his own bride, the two having been married just six months. "Yes, I fucked her. What's your point," he smiled.

"I don't have a point, really. I just find it remarkable how things ended up. She has Jeremy, I have you, and we're all incredibly happy. And none of that would have happened if you hadn't fucked her a year ago... today! You have to admit, ours is a pretty surreal love story."

"That it is, babe... so is theirs. And for the record, the first time, we didn't fuck. We became lovers, first. You know that."

"I know," she giggled, loving that she could tease him about something so intimate, and that he wouldn't get mad about it. "But... you're going to fuck me, aren't you?" she asked hopefully, her eyes shifting toward the old majestic barn next to where they were sitting, her heart pounding with anticipation at the thought of how he might take her.

The crowd waited to file into that barn for the reception. Taking her arm, he stood behind her in their row waiting to move. He could feel the excitement running through her, and he knew for sure what she wanted and how. He actually knew it beforehand, but the way she responded to his every move proved the mood she was in.

Pressing his body against her, he reached down, slowly pulling at the hem of her short skirt, his hand wandering underneath. Quickly brushing his fingers against her bare ass, he leaned forward and whispered, "I'm not sure. I may just make you wait until we get to the hotel."

"Oh God," she whimpered, her body bristling from his words, and that he pulled his hand out from underneath her skirt. "Please Neil. I need --"

"You'll do what I say, Anna. I know what you want. But I decide what you need."

A flash ran through her, wondering what was to come.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn't some ominous demand, or a harsh rebuke. There were no dark overtones. He'd said it very calm, as if he were just stating a common fact; like it was sunny outside, or the grass was green. It was a simple reply to what he knew she was hoping for, and it was his way of letting her know that while he recognized what she wanted, he wasn't going to commit to anything; at least not yet. He was also letting her know in a polite, loving way, that he was controlling her for the time being.

He didn't have any intentions of letting Annabelle make an appearance. They'd shied away from any bondage games for months, content to find other ways to appease their sexual appetite, and they were happy with that. In fact, she hadn't been Annabelle since that first weekend after they married. It was partly because of the sudden arrival of Anna Renee, and her need to be punished from time to time. It was different, but it was exciting for Ann to play a slightly diverse role.

Well, it wasn't a role, really. On the two occasions they'd had big arguments, not long after that initial one early on in their marriage, she'd found herself yet again being on the receiving end of a raw spanking from her loving husband, followed by a hard, pounding fuck that left her both sore and extremely satisfied.

It wasn't something that had been planned either time, other than the fact the punishment didn't happen right away. Neil let his anger subside first, waiting for over a day each time before taking matters into his bare hand and using her perfect ass as a way to reprimand her behavior. In truth, she knew she had it coming both times. She'd been petty, and he'd been more than patient, but she couldn't help herself, pushing his buttons in ways that let her know she'd crossed the line.

And to Neil's credit, he did everything in his power to resolve issues that came up in their marriage in other ways. Most of the time, it worked. They'd had plenty of disagreements since that first fight. But only twice did it escalate into something where he felt the need to walk away. Actually, the common denominator was that he drove away. And that was Ann's sign that she'd gone too far. Like the first, both of the other arguments had to do with her being impatient, not getting her way immediately. Now, she knew that if that ever happened, the consequence would eventually mean she'd become Anna Renee, and she'd feel that sting of his hand in ways that made her cringe.

It also made her wet, and she knew what would happen once the punishment stopped. The hard, angry fuck he'd give her; the silent, aggressive nature the encounters would take on. He'd spank her ass, and then take her, in whatever way or manner he deemed fit. Yet she could always feel his love coming through, no matter how hard the blows to her ass were, or how forceful and unpredictable he'd take her body and use it for his own pleasure.

In fact, Ann couldn't get past that part. It had happened just three times in the first year of their relationship, and the first was more pretend. Well the fight wasn't, but the feeling out process of how to deal with the aftermath was. It was the other two times that shaped her; and them as a couple.

Yes, they'd been a couple for almost a year, and married for over six months. But the advent of Anna Renee was less than that, and it astounded her how she reacted when he'd call her that name. It was like a freak phenomenon that took place between them. When he fucked her the last two times, he didn't appear to have much care for whether she enjoyed the experience or not. He was simply using her, and using sex as his form of retribution. Almost as if he was saying, "If you treat me the way you did, this is how I'm going to treat you in return."

It was how she reacted to that treatment that boggled her mind. It seemed such a heartless, primal, mean-spirited way to treat a wife. And yet she loved it. While she hated that she made him so angry that he felt the need to leave, and she deplored the idea that she could become so selfish and petty at times that it forced him to flee in the first place to keep from lashing out the way she had toward him, she couldn't help but feel a tingle between her legs. It wasn't something she ever expected would result from an argument.

She had always believed in the concept of make-up sex. She had even experienced it before, with boyfriends from her past. But this was on a whole different plain. Neil would take her verbal abuse, the snide comments making him upset. He'd try to reason with her. In response, she would become confrontational, countering his rational arguments with biting sarcasm. She'd deliberately push his buttons, knowing she was making things worse, but unable to stop in the heat of the moment. Her competitive nature always kicked in, wanting to win the argument.

When he'd had enough, he'd leave to calm down. He never provoked or lashed out at the time, knowing he was bigger and stronger, and that any physical reaction would only make things worse. It was a line he would never cross in the heat of an argument. Yet later, when he had time to rationalize a response, it suddenly took the form of corporal punishment. She'd been bad, so a sentence would be issued, and then carried out. He would spank her, and then he would ravage her body, almost cavalier in the way he treated her; consumed only by his own sexual needs.

When he would rip off whatever she was wearing, it made her loins burn with desire. She would long to be treated that way. It felt just and right to her. And somehow, she got off on it. The more distant and aggressive in nature his carnal conquest of her body was, the stronger her resulting orgasm would be.

It was such an unexpected byproduct. She never dreamed that she could derive such pleasure in something seemingly so base and demeaning. But that was simply how it appeared on the surface. He never actually hurt her, and she could always sense the underlying love in his actions.

The other odd thing was now it was always in the back of her mind. Those three arguments, particularly the last two, and the physical reply that followed, had happened well over four months before. In fact, they'd barely had a disagreement since the last one. But the mere suggestion that it could happen again kept her on edge.

She'd found herself on more than one occasion contemplating what would happen if she said something combustible during a minor spat; mulling over the options, thinking she could easily escalate the situation. But that would be contrived, and she knew enough to know that anything that wasn't genuine would be sniffed out quickly. Neil was too smart for that.

No, the desire to start a heated exchange just wasn't there, no matter how much she might enjoy the eventual result. No fight was worth that, no matter how much her body craved the abusive attention it might receive. In truth, she feared such a move would damage their relationship. The idea of picking a fight just because she loved the feeling she got when they 'made up', even in the unusual way it took shape, didn't seem like a healthy thing to do. Besides, there were so many other amazing ways he made her feel sexually incredible, why bother.

That was on her mind when he'd said he would decide what she needed. Both of them knew Annabelle wasn't in the cards, and obviously neither was Anna Renee. But Anna... that was a given. She was always there. It was just in what form she'd take shape. There were so many different variations of Ann behaving naughty that it was sometimes hard to disseminate one from another, or more importantly, which one might come to the forefront. Neil was simply stating that while he was aware of how she was feeling inside, he was the one that was going to select how they played at the reception.

But he was lying to himself if he said the idea of fucking her somewhere in a secluded spot in that barn didn't appeal to him. His cock was hard, her incredible ass tempting him as she pressed back against his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they waited for their turn to move, her soft moans driving him wild.

"Do you want to do it right here, baby?" she cooed, glancing at his eyes over her left shoulder.

"Yeah, right," he grinned.

"I'd do it if you made me," she winked, knowing it was an offer that would never be taken seriously.

For half a second he considered it, wondering if he could get away with lowering his zipper to extract his fleshy tool, before slowly inserting it into her bare pussy while they stood in the row. It was pure folly, the moment gone as soon as their friends Mark and Jill moved into the aisle, leaving a gap that forced Ann to start walking.

Taking her hand, he came to the realization that he needed her as much as she professed she needed him. "Come on, Anna. Let's find someplace inside where I can make you do things you never thought you'd do today."

"Sounds like a typical Saturday to me," she joked.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hard to imagine being disappointed at Dawn's reception, but they were as soon as the walked into the barn. Not that they had any right to be. The place was perfect The inside was breathtakingly spectacular, the decorations alone enough to make Ann gasp visualizing all hard work and painstaking effort it must have taken to prepare it for the festivities. The aroma coming from the buffet made Neil's stomach start to grumble.

But it was also nothing like what either Neil or Ann had expected, and that proved to be a bit of a let down. While the entire outside looked exactly like a barn, restored to appear as it might have in the era long since past when it was built, the inside had been totally gutted, converted into a giant room that could be rented out for special occasions, including weddings and receptions.

In redoing the inside, gone were the telltale signs of what the structure had originally been designed for. That made sense on the surface. Who would be willing to rent a barn in the middle of a city, if it were actually a barn on the inside? But that didn't stop Ann from feeling disheartened when she saw a huge room full of people, and no place to steal away for a private moment.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 03



Neil was undeterred. While it wasn't what he envisioned, it really didn't matter in the big scheme of things. He was just as horny was Ann. With the way he was feeling there was no way he wanted to wait until after the reception to have sex, at least if he could help it. He was just going to have to improvise on the where... and more importantly, the when. After all, they were there for a reason, and that was to celebrate a couple that had just gotten married. Their desire for each other was going to have to wait a little longer.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mmm... you must be really happy to see me," Dawn giggled as she twirled around the dance floor, her body pressing against Neil as they swayed seductively to the music.

"What makes you say that?" he winked.

"That big thing you have pressing against my crotch. I know it's been a long time, but I'm pretty sure I've felt that before."

Pulling her into him a little harder, he ground his pelvis against hers, uncaring if anyone happened to watch, which they undoubtedly were. "Was it a year ago?" he asked.

"Aw... you remembered our Anniversary."

"It was a little hard not to since you decided to marry Jeremy on it." Leaning forward, he whispered, "Kind of an odd way to celebrate the day we became lovers, isn't it?"

"Oh my God," she gasped, her voice catching as his words caressed her ears. Hugging him tightly, a shiver ran through her body. "Do y...you still think of me that way?"

"Of course I do. I always will," he replied softly.

"Neil, I... I can't tell you how much that means to me. I feel the same way about you."

He glanced to his left, watching as his wife danced with Jeremy, holding him just as tightly as he was Dawn. In fact, she seemed to love the way he was moving against her. Of course, it helped that the band was playing that damn addictive song from Dirty Dancing, the mood it created practically demanding that one grind seductively against the person they were dancing with.

At least that's what Ann thought as she looked at the way her husband was leering at her, the glassy look in her eyes letting him know she was still horny as ever. She was running her hands along Jeremy's biceps as he thrust his groin toward hers. And she let him, feeling the pressure against her clit, making her wetter by the second. She loved the way he moved, his body molding to hers. It wasn't sex, but it was damn close, and she bit her lip as she felt that familiar tingle in her pussy beginning to build.

Neil stared at his wife, wondering what must be going through her mind. Actually, he knew. She was pretty transparent. She wanted to be fucked. It just appeared at the moment that Jeremy was the object of her desire, when in fact he was just the object she was using to keep the fire inside her stoked and hot.

"Neil?"

"Yes," he moaned, turning his attentions back to Dawn. He drummed his fingers on her back in time with the beat, the heat from their lower bodies making his cock throb. His other hand drifted toward her ass, traipsing along the curve of her hip.

"Are you still with me?"

"Yes lover," he smiled, staring deep into her eyes.

"God, you still make me so wet," she confessed, a tremble running though her as the weight of her words hit his chest.

"Well, it's pretty obvious what you do to me."

Smirking, she sighed, "You were hard when we started, Neil. That cock is for Ann and you know it."

"Yes, I was already hard. And, yes, I'm going to fuck my wife... sooner rather than later, if you must know the truth," he grinned.

"Hmm... here?"

"I've been thinking about it, but that's not what we're talking about, is it?"

"Sure we are."

"Noooo, we were talking about us. And the other truth is if I hadn't been hard when we started dancing, I'd be just like I am now just from looking into your eyes. I know you love Jeremy, but --"

"I know... I love you too," she said, her eyes misting over with another confession.

"Ha! I didn't even have a chance to say it."

"Then go ahead," she shrugged. "I'd love to finally hear it."

"I love you, Dawn."

The awkward silence lasted until the end of the song, the two of them dancing, and holding, each reminiscing about what they'd shared together that amazing weekend. The truth was out. They loved each other. They had from almost the moment they met. But it wasn't the same as what they shared with their spouses. Not even close. It was more of a deep, heartfelt crush. More lust than love. But there were feelings, and they were real. There had to be, otherwise, they never would have connected in the first place. And they never would have healed enough to move on.

"It's funny," Dawn said as they walked off the dance floor hand in hand. "I never thought I'd be able to admit that to you."

"What's to admit? We both already knew that, didn't we?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. But it just seems a little strange to hear it out loud."

"Just because we never said it to each other doesn't mean we don't. But we both know it's not the same as what we have now."

"Well yeah, you're right. But still, I never thought I'd actually say it to you. I've never admitted it to anyone... other than Jeremy."

"And he's okay with it?"

"I said I love you, Neil. But like you just said, it's not like I'm in love with you. Of course he's okay with it. Is Ann?"

"She knows I have a place in my heart just for you. But she also knows if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found her. That's why SHE loves you. Besides, she's not the jealous type. If she were, we wouldn't be here. And she certainly wouldn't want to go on our honeymoon with you and Jeremy," he chuckled.

"Wait... she still wants to do that?" she asked, stopping on the edge of the dance floor, batting her beautiful eyes in wonder.

"Yeah, why wouldn't she? She meant it when she brought it up at our reception. I think she's been thinking about it ever since."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"How was your dance with Jeremy?" Neil asked as he sat next to his wife at one of the round tables, knowing the answer from the way she was looking at him.

Ann measured her response, trying to decide just how blunt she wanted to be. Her hand went to his thigh, running up his bare leg, her fingers dancing along his skin up to the leg of his shorts as she looked at him in the most provocative way. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take, Neil. I'm close to crawling underneath this table and sucking you right now to see if I can tempt you into finally fucking me."

"That sounds a bit desperate."

"I am desperate! I really thought I would have cum by now."

He chuckled at the playful whine in her voice. "You had your chance on the plane."

"I didn't want to because I thought we'd have a chance to be together on the way to the wedding. You told me we were going to stop, remember?"

"We could have. But we would have been late. There was that detour... remember?"

"I'm not saying we didn't do the right thing at the time coming straight here. I'm saying I want you to do the right thing now and make me cum now that we are here."

It was an interesting twist on her phrasing; one that had him snickering as she pouted. She responded by reaching up and fondling his balls through his shorts as they sat, trying to look relaxed.

"I could feel his cock, baby. He was so hard, and I let my hand touch it. I couldn't help myself."

"I know, babe. I watched you, remember."

"I wanted to do this to him," she smirked, unzipping his fly and reaching in, letting her fingertips graze along his hardened shaft.

Teasing back with his words, he said, "I'm surprised you didn't."

Playing along, she replied, "Would you have been upset if I had?"

"What would you have done with it?"

"Hmm. Well, I certainly would have stroked it," she said, slowly doing the same to Neil's inside his shorts. "I might have even sucked it."

"Would you have fucked it?" he asked, his eyebrow arched.

"You mean would I have fucked him?" Seeing him nod response, she contemplated her answer. They were just playing; teasing each other once again like they had for most of the day. The torment was increasing her desire, which was already rising to the point it was about boil over. She was so wet couldn't stand it any longer; her juices tricking down her thighs.

But she knew where the line was, because she'd drawn it. Yes, she knew Neil had drawn it too, but she was the one that didn't like the idea of fucking another man. She'd said early on that she'd consider it, if it was something he wanted her to do. But she'd said that hoping he wouldn't. She loved that he was okay with being with another woman; one she liked and helped pick out. She loved the idea of a threesome, as long as it was a woman that was in their bed with them. But the idea of fucking another man in their relationship wasn't one she was willing to entertain anymore. Not even as far as just teasing him about it.

"No, I wouldn't have fucked him. You know that," she finally answered, embracing the reality of where her life was, not wanting to even hint that she might reconsider her feelings on the subject.

Neil grinned, knowing he'd forced her hand; the same soft, delicate hand that was gripping his cock tightly underneath the covered table, threatening to remove it from the opening of his shorts. "That's good to know."

"And why is that?"

"From the way you were dancing with him and the way your eyes looked when you stared at me, I wasn't sure."

"That's crap. You know I'd never do that, Neil."

"True. But for the record, you would have jacked him off or sucked him."

"If you wanted me to," she answered, going back to playing coy.

"Hmm, well that isgood to know."

"And why is THAT?"

"Because we're going to be spending a few days with them, so I just wanted to know if I needed worry about you being alone with him or not."

"What do you mean we're spending a few days with them? What are you talking... wait, are you SERIOUS!" she snapped, the devilish look in his eyes confirming what she figured out mid sentence. Her voice dropping to a whisper, she leaned in close. "Are you serious, Neil? They want to go on a honeymoon with us?"

"Actually, they want us to come with them on theirs. They already have plans. We don't, remember?"

"Oh my God! I can't... I never... this is too unreal! I can't believe they want us to come with them."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I never actually mentioned sex. That's why I was asking you where your mind was at."

"Not that kind of cum! I meant I can't believe they want us to go there with them. Where's... there, anyway? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. And that's if I can get us a flight. They have a two-bedroom condo... part of a time-share his parents have. They're going to be there through Friday, and they're flying out of here tonight. Dawn said we could come down and stay with them until they have to leave Saturday morning."

"But where's that, other than down?"

"Still a surprise, Anna. That hasn't changed in the last ten seconds."

"Oh my God! I can't believe this, Neil. I'm so...."

"Horny?"

"Excited! I was already horny. And that's because of you, by the way... not Jeremy. Just so the record is straight on that."

"Good... I love it when you're horny."

"Wait. If you never mentioned sex, why did you ask me all of those things?"

"Because you're horny, and I knew it would make you hornier."

"But, is anything going to, you know... happen... when we're with them?"

He shrugged and said, "It might. You're going to be there. Dawn's going to be there. I've never been with either of you very long when you weren't stripping out of your clothes and doing something sexual."

"But, you haven't planned anything."

"We don't even have a flight yet, Anna. I'm not going to get ahead of myself. I'll leave that to you."

"Do you want something to happen?"

"I don't know. But for the record, my line is the same as yours. I'm not fucking Dawn."

"You're not?"

"Nope. It wouldn't be fair to Jeremy for one. And secondly, it's OUR official honeymoon too. The only one I'm going to be fucking is you. There are plenty of other ways to have fun with them. Hell, some don't even include sex," he laughed.

"There are? Then why are they the only ones I'm thinking about?" she smiled.

"Probably because you need a cock right about now."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she winked, squeezing his shaft.

Taking her hand from inside his shorts, he quickly zipped up. Standing up abruptly, he grabbed her by the arm, practically yanking her up from her seat. Pulling her awkwardly, she let out a little yelp, followed by one of her infectious giggles.

"Where are we going?" she finally said as he led her to an exit toward the back.

"I'm tired of your whining. Sometimes the only way to shut up a slut is to give her what she wants."

"God I love you," she said under her breath, her stomach doing flip-flops as she wondered where he was taking her. And not just for the moment. Her excitement over where they might be going for their 'official' honeymoon had her pussy dripping as much as what he might do to her as they stepped out into the bright sunlight.

Leading her toward the back of the barn, they turned the corner, almost running into a thicket of tall bushes against the barn wall. They navigated around to the other side, discovering that they'd still be exposed to the far end of the barn, but that didn't seem to phase him. They were partially obscured, at least on the side someone would most likely come from. That was going to have to be good enough.

Pressing her up against the weathered wooden structure, Neil dispensed with any thought of foreplay. They'd been engaged in some form of that for almost ten hours and close to five hundred miles; he had no intention of dragging things out any longer.

He unzipped his fly, fishing out his throbbing cock in one fluid motion. Ann moaned as she felt his hand pawing at her breast through her blouse, wondering if he'd become so fueled with passion that he's rip the buttons to expose her. Part of her wanted him to, but for the moment she was content with how he was pinching at her nipple when he grabbed her left leg and lifted it at the knee.

With her balance gone, she was forced against the building, her upper back digging into the harsh surface. Feeling the head of his cock touching her pussy, she stiffened, knowing what was about to happen; begging for it in her mind.

He thrust upward, impaling her cunt with his hard, thick shaft. She let out a gasp, her hands holding onto his neck. He skewered her body, taking her, forcing his cock deep inside with each powerful thrust. She could feel her right foot moving, her stiletto almost lifting off the grass with every stroke.

Her fingers dug into his shirt, the perfectly manicured nails scratching at his back through the fabric. They began to sweat, the late afternoon sun beating down on them like they were in a spotlight. She wiggled her body so that he might give her a little room. Seconds later she'd stripped off her blouse, tossing it onto a branch of one of the thick bushes to her right. He followed suit, whipping off his shirt, but leaving his shorts on like she had her short skirt.

She turned and bent over, her hands pressing high over her head against the coarse siding; feet planted firmly into the turf as she spread her legs and pushed her ass out for him. He moved forward, lifting her skirt over her shapely rear, exposing it. Ramming the length of his prick into her with a quick, brutal jab, his balls slapped against her clit.

She let out a grunt, but the feeling of fullness overwhelmed her. She'd longed to have him ravage her body from the moment they'd woken up. She'd dreamed about that feeling the entire plane trip, and she longed for it when the drove to the wedding. At every turn, in every way, the events of the day kept them from each other the way she needed him. But not now... now, he was taking her, and she felt herself letting go.

When his hands went to her tits, fingers spread wide, she growled. She loved the way he mashed them with his strong grip; the way his fingers would press together, pinching her hard nipples between them just by the way he pawed at her flesh. He used them for leverage, pulling her back when he rocked forward, his shaft ripping back and forth into her wet slit.

"OH GOD!" she barked, her body succumbing to the pleasure he was giving her. Tilting her head back, she stared at the top of the barn, over three stories high, the rays reflecting off the surface.

Taking her thick mane in his left hand, he yanked on her hair, pulling her back slightly, making her tits jut out further. He pinched her right nipple, twisting it slowly; a stark contrast to how he was pumping into her quivering cunt. It was like he was dialing up her orgasm, turning a valve and forcing it to gush all over his cock.

"UNNNHHHH!" she snarled; her tongue stuck against the roof of her perfect, gaping mouth, frozen in a helpless cry of passion.

Her thighs shook as he tangled his fingers tighter into her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could kiss her neck. Or attack it. It was more of love bite, scraping his teeth harshly over her skin in such a way she was sure it would leave a mark. And that had her cumming even harder.

"Oh... fuck... yes," she hissed as he let go of her hair and pinched her other nipple. She sank forward, her head hanging between her arms as she let him do whatever he wanted to her. She loved being used; the feeling of being nothing more than a mere object for him to gratify himself with. There was something about being a slut, or acting slutty that gave her an immense feeling of empowerment. Along with the helplessness of being taken also came the relinquishing of control of her mind, and that was in many ways exhilarating to her.

Not unlike those experiences when she was Annabelle, or more recently the emergence of Anna Renee and the sexual appetites that went with her, Anna also had many of her own naughty flavors that were on the raw side. Each persona was different, but they had one commonality that drove her; the desire to be used. The overwhelming craving to not have a choice, being made to do things she never dreamed she would as a young woman just learning of her sexuality. She loved being pushed, experiencing heights of pleasure she didn't know existed before she met Neil.

She knew in her heart he loved her, more than anything in the world. But in those moments when he became so preoccupied with his own basic needs for pleasure and sexual release, she could imagine herself in different many ways. Being his wife and lover was amazing, filled with romantic liaisons that she longed for and cherished in their own place and time. Yet when they were in the mood to fuck... did they ever.

"BAAAAAAABBBYYYYY!" she cried as she came, a warm release flowing over his cock, trickling down her thighs in a steady stream.

He continued, unrelenting, bucking his hips; his thighs starting to burn from the way his muscles were contracting. His arms were glistening, his chest feeling like it was about to explode as he mauled her breasts. Every single thrust of his cock made his balls bang against her sopping pussy, the wet smacking sound echoing back at him from against the wall.

His breathing became ragged, and she knew he was close. Carefully taking one of her hands, she reached down between her legs, her forefinger and thumb encircling his cock, feeling the slick shaft as it rammed in and out of her body in long, full strokes. She tightened her grip, squeezing it, intensifying the sensations.

"AHH... FUCK! SLUT!" he grumbled, trying to hold off, but knowing she'd found a way to make him cum sooner than he wanted. His hand came crashing down on her bare ass, the resounding smack making her flinch. But she took it in stride, knowing it was a reaction to what she'd done. Letting go, her hand went back to the wall, her eyes staring at her shoes as he lifted her up off the ground with the last stroke.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 03



"AGGHHH!"

His balls tightened, before releasing a torrent of sperm deep into her waiting womb. She trembled as she felt the warm jets splashing inside her, filling her pussy like she'd been dreaming of since she'd woken up. With that dream dashed, she'd hoped to have that sexy feeling during the ceremony, the idea of his load slowly seeping from inside her as she watched Dawn say her vows to Jeremy seeming somehow poetic in her devious little brain. That too didn't happen, because of the delays in getting from the airport to the park in time for the wedding.

But this was far from too little too late. There was so much cum shooting inside her it seemed like he might not stop. The disappointment of not being able to fuck him earlier in the day vanished. This was so much better than she could have imagined. It was fate... the way it was supposed to be. And it was perfect.

His dick slipped from the wet confines of her pussy, the hard slickened shaft glistening in the sun. She let out a little moan, the sudden emptiness making her weak in the knees. Turning to face him, they met in a hot, steamy kiss; the kind that made his cock jump as she pressed her body against his. He wondered for a second if he was just going to stay hard as her tongue searched his open mouth.

Pulling away, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, opening them to find he was already putting on his shirt. She felt the stinging in her nipples, her breasts covered with raw marks from where his hands had clawed at them. Looking into his eyes, she could see the devilish grin on his face, knowing she'd taken a risk by playing with his shaft when he was fucking her. It wasn't what he had planned, and she had a feeling she was in trouble.

"I'm going to pay that tonight, aren't I?" she asked softly as she straightened her miniskirt.

"Pay for what?"

"Touching you... making you cum too soon," she said, biting nervously at her lower lip.

Grabbing her blouse off the branch, he turned and started walking away. "No... I think you're going to pay for that dirty little trick right now."

Left standing there topless, Ann started to panic. But she didn't yell out, too afraid she'd make her 'punishment' worse. Thoughts of having to wander into the reception half-naked had her flushed. Not only was she topless, her breasts were all marked. Not to mention where he'd bitten at her on her neck, although at that moment she'd give anything for that to be the center of attention. No one would be looking at a bite mark now, even if she covered her tits with her folded arms. She actually wasn't that concerned about either. The marks on her tits would go away in a few hours. And she'd had worse on her neck many times in her life. She was mortified about having to walk into the barn as she was without a top on.

Trying to come up with a solution, she first wondered if the rental car was unlocked, knowing she at least had the shirt she wore the day before inside her overnight bag. No matter how wrinkled it was, or that it didn't really go with her outfit, it was better than going back to the reception half-naked. But she knew that was a pipe dream. There was no way he would have left he car open.

Collecting her thoughts she took a deep breath. Maybe there would be something along the way to cover up with. Or, perhaps she would just stay put, thinking that sooner or later he'd come to get her. But the reception was almost over. In fact, many people had already started to leave.

"That will just mean less people to see me," she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten up. "At least I'm not sweaty anymore," she chuckled as she took one more deep breath before strutting confidently around the bushes, into the open.

"That bastard!" she laughed, seeing her blouse hanging from the huge bushes on the other side. Taking it, she started to put it on, stopping herself as she thought about the few minutes of fear he'd put her through. Resolved to have the upper hand, she flipping the garment over her shoulder like she would a coat, the collar hooked onto her finger. Instead of covering up, she embraced the idea of what he'd implied. She walked proudly through the grass toward the front door, knowing the one they'd used to escape would be locked.

Just strolling to the entry, she knew she'd been seen by at least three couples, but she never acknowledged them, her eyes focused on where she was walking. Reaching for the doorknob, she entered the big hall, only then taking the blouse off her shoulder to put it on. She slipped an arm through one of the holes, then the other, pulling it up onto her shoulders, but leaving it wide open. She strutted directly toward Neil, who was standing next to Mark and Jill, a bottle of beer in each of their hands.

Mark elbowed his friend, a chuckle escaping his wide grin.

Jill gasped at first, her hand flying to her mouth. Then she shook her head and quipped, "She certainly knows how to make an entrance."

"That she does," Neil nodded, smiling behind his bottle as he took a casual sip of his Budweiser.

She walked to her husband, slowly buttoning up the blouse, leaving the top three undone as she stopped inches in front of him with a wicked smile on her face. Taking the bottle from his hand, she took a long drink, her eyes never leaving his.

"Thanks," she said as she handed it back to him. Patting his crotch, she cupped his balls for a second, saying, "And thanks for taking me outside to play, baby. I was never going to make it to the hotel."

"Me either," he said as he took another drink. "Want me to get you a beer?"

"No, I'll get my own, thanks," she said as she turned heel, swaying her hips seductively as she walked to the bar, knowing most of the eyes left in the room were watching. At least, those that weren't in the line to say goodbye to Jeremy and Dawn.

When she finally returned, the four of them talked and drank, Mark and Jill attempting to pry what had happened from them. Neil wasn't saying, and Ann simply said, "I'm not allowed to tell you. That's up to Neil if he wants to share how he used me."

The sexual tension was thick, and Mark was starting to get antsy. Jill shook her head, saying, "You're not doing that to me here. I'm not dressed for it."

And she wasn't, the tight jeans she was modeling looking ridiculously difficult to take on and off. "I told you to wear a skirt," he complained.

"Sorry, love. You'll just have to wait until we get home."

"I'm not sure I'm going to make it that long," he replied, trying to sound desperate.

Patting his crotch, she giggled. "You'll be fine. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll do something for you on the way."

He was about to quiz her on what she meant, like he didn't already know, but the best man announced that the bride and groom were about to leave. The four of them waited to be directed where to go, knowing they were going to stand in a line outside to throw rice at the happy couple on the way to their waiting limousine. But it came as a surprise that it was Dawn and Jeremy that moved around the room, ushering people toward the door as a way to thank them before they left.

Dawn stopped in her tracks when she caught Neil's eyes, Jeremy hitting the brakes as well. She looked at him, hopeful that their earlier conversation while they danced wasn't some tease. "So, are you coming?" she asked.

Ann winked before he could respond and said, "He just did."

"You did?" she asked, taking a quick glance at Ann, seeing how she was partially dressed.

"She did too," Neil shrugged.

"Of course she did," Dawn smiled. "You'd never leave her out of the party, would you?"

"Good on ya, mate!" Jeremy said excitedly as he slapped Neil on the shoulder, making them wonder what he meant.

"He says congratulations," Dawn offered, playing translator.

"Well thanks," Neil replied, before turning his attentions back to Dawn, and the real question she was asking. "Are you sure about this? We don't want to intrude."

"It's no intrusion, Neil. We want you to come. It'll be fun," she smiled.

"You're sure?" Ann asked; a nervous hitch in her voice.

Jeremy reached out and touched her hand, his eyes finding hers. "No worries, Anna. We'd be delighted."

"In fact," Dawn added, "I actually left our itinerary at your hotel, just in case. I just never thought you'd really want to come with us."

"Well, I don't know about cumming with you. All this sex talk is a bit overwhelming, and as you can see, I'm not that kind of girl," Ann grinned, winking at her again. "Then again, I can be made to do things... we'll just have to play that part by ear."

"God, you're a riot, Ann," Dawn chuckled. "So, seriously, you'll come?"

"If we can get a flight... absolutely. We're looking forward to it. Where are we going, anyway?"

Dawn flashed a knowing smile at Neil, before looking back at her. "It's a surprise," she winked.

"Dammit!" she pouted.

"Sorry Ann. Neil made me promise. So, we'll see you sometime tomorrow, then?"

"Or the next day. I'll try tonight to get us booked on a flight. Hopefully we'll have better luck than we had getting here," he nodded.

"Well, we'll see you when we see you," she said, giving them both a kiss. "Thanks for coming to our wedding. It means the world to both of us."

"We wouldn't have missed it," Neil laughed, "even though we almost did."

As Neil and Ann stood waiting outside a few minutes later, rice at the ready, Ann leaned in close to Jill standing next to her. "Hey Jill, do you know where they're going on their honeymoon?" she asked innocently.

"Yes I do," she answered, throwing a handful up in the air as Dawn and Jeremy ducked and ran toward the limousine. "And it's a secret."

"DAMMIT!" she yelled as she threw her batch of rice, hurling it farther and a little harder.

Jill shrugged. "What can I say? Neil made us promise too."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"What do you mean you didn't expect me to do that? You're the one that said we should fuck at the reception."

They moved forward a couple of feet, still waiting in line at the counter of the hotel. They were both tired, if not exhausted. But the adrenaline was kicking it, at least as far as Neil was concerned. Just thinking about what they'd done after the wedding had his heart pumping. It didn't hurt that Ann had just mentioned his cum dripping down her sexy thighs.

"I said we should fuck in the barn, remember? I never said anything about doing it outside."

"We did it against the barn. That's close enough. Besides, we've done it outside before."

"Not like that. We were pretty much out in the open in broad daylight."

"There were bushes hiding us."

"Not on the other side. I swear I could see people through that thicket of trees."

"And?"

"And that made it so hot, baby. I just can't believe that's where you took me."

"You saw the inside of the barn, Anna. There wasn't any place inside it where I could take you."

"Well, you took me, that's for sure."

"And that's exactly what you needed, wasn't it."

"Yes," she replied sheepishly. "But I never dreamed you'd walk off with my blouse. I actually cursed at you."

He chuckled at her admission. "I left it for you."

"That's when I cursed you, when I found it. I couldn't believe you left me like that. And then when I found it --"

"You didn't seem upset when you walked in."

"I wasn't. I was turned on... again. But that doesn't mean what you did didn't make me react. I shouldn't have called you a bastard though."

"That's okay. I've been called worse."

"Not by me, and I don't feel good about it. What you did was what I needed. I'm sorry I even thought that."

"You're not going to be punished, if that's what your wondering."

"So, no Anna Renee?" she said, wrinkling her nose, a twinge running through her pussy at the thought of him spanking her.

"No. That's not what you need tonight."

"It's not?"

"No, it isn't. When are you going to learn to trust that I know you, and I know what you need?"

She let out a long, contented sigh. "I love you, Neil."

"I love you too, Anna," he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Can I help you?" the man behind the counter asked.

Stepping forward, Neil nodded, "Yes, we have a reservation under Thomas."

"Hmm... let me see. Ah yes. Neil and Anna... we have you in room 310. And I have good news. Your luggage arrived a few hours ago. You'll find it waiting for you in your room. Sign here please."

Neil scribbled his signature onto the piece of paper, and said, "Thanks, that's a big relief."

"It usually is for those who lost theirs."

"Oh, we didn't lose it. It just didn't make the same trip we did."

"Well, at least it's here for you now, Mr. Thomas. There's also this envelope from Mrs. Hunter."

"Who? Mrs. Hunter?"

Ann giggled and said, "Dawn Hunter... as in Mr. and Mrs. Jeremy Hunter. You were just there at their wedding."

"Wow, I guess I didn't put two and two together on that very well, did I?" he laughed as he took the envelope and the keys to the room. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Have a good stay."

"Oh... we will," Ann said as she led Neil toward the elevators.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, is this the same room you had with Dawn?" she called out as she relaxed in the hot, steamy water from the jetting Jacuzzi, sunk in the floor of a room off to the side of the main part of the suite.

"What?" he called back from the other room.

"Is this the same room?"

"Uh... no. Why?"

"Just wondering," she said as she cupped her breasts under the water, letting her thumbs brush against her hard nipples, moaning a little.

He appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he looked at his wife playing in the big hot tub. "I think it's more than that. You seem to be asking a lot of questions along those lines."

"I do?"

"Uh huh. You asked about the hotel yesterday, wondering if it was the same one Tina and I had stayed in. Then today at the wedding you asked about the ball fields you saw. And then you wondered if this was the hotel Dawn and I stayed at, and now you're asking if this is the room. Why all the questions?"

"I dunno. I guess I'm just curious, that's all."

"It's more than that," he grinned, staring into her deep brown eyes.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I can tell that you're playing with your pussy underneath the water."

She had slid her left hand down from her breast, toying with her labia before finger-fucking herself slowly when he appeared at the door. Slipping a second finger inside her tight slit, she closed her eyes and let out a gasp. "Ooohh...yes. Yes I am."

"You're avoiding the subject, Anna. What's with all the questions?"

Stopping what she was doing, she removed her hand, rolling over to lean on the edge of the large tub with her folded arms. Her eyes were blazing, the obvious fire behind them showing how she was feeling inside. His eyes caught sight of her foot, lifted out of the water behind him, her toes curled as she smiled seductively.

"I'm just interested in history, baby."

"What does that mean?"

"I kind of look at this place like its... historic. Well, not necessarily just this place, but this town. This is where you met her. This is where you healed. It's a subject I find really interesting; sort of like history. I love you. So why wouldn't I be interested in where you were and what you did when you were here the last time? You've told me all of those great stories, and I like the idea of seeing it, and feeling close to it."

"I guess I never really thought about coming back here that way."

"Well, I have. It excites me to think I'm in the same town where you met Dawn. Or that so many of the places you did things that weekend are so close by. Or that we're in the same hotel where you had fun with her and Denise. Hell, for all I know, Denise could be here right now."

"Don't be getting any ideas."

"Oh, I'm not. Other than wondering why you're still dressed. Why don't you come join me?"

She watched him take off his shirt, her dreamy eyes washing over his muscular frame. She let out a sigh when she saw his broad shoulders come into view, almost moaning just from the sight of him tossing the garment off to the side.

"He even makes that sexy," she mused.

Her thoughts ran back to him doing the same thing at the barn, just before he plunged his thick shaft back into her waiting pussy from behind. A rush of excitement ran through her body as she watched him reach for the button of his shorts, only to have her show interrupted.

"I'll get that," he said as he turned, moving back into the other room to answer the phone.

"Aw," she replied in mock disappointment.

"I'll be back in a minute, babe," he called.

A warm sensation enveloped her. She knew the call had to do with their airline reservations. He'd been working on it for over an hour, making calls while she took a quick shower and then slipped into the steamy hot tub with a glass of wine to relax. It excited her that he was making plans, the very idea making her heart race.

She could barely hear his muffled words as he had a conversation. While she couldn't make out what he was saying, she still became flushed with excitement, a stirring deep inside making her pulse quicken. Even though they'd been married for over six months, it still amazed her how turned on she got just from something as simple as the sound of his voice, or when he walked around without a shirt.

Or the idea that she was naked in the hotel where he'd fucked Dawn during his weekend with her.

"I still can't believe I'm here," she whispered to herself as she laid her head on her folded arms and closed her eyes.

She wasn't sure how long she'd dozed off. I could have been just seconds, or it could have been an hour for all she knew. It stunned her that she'd actually fallen asleep inside the Jacuzzi, her body almost floating in the water as she gripped the edge of the huge tub. But she loved the way she'd been awakened.

Neil had slipped into the water quietly, moving up behind her. He moved gracefully, somehow twisting his long frame, easing his body underneath hers. It startled her when his head popped up from beneath the foam next to her arm, feeling his torso suddenly under her body, his erect cock pressing against her abdomen. She moved her arms, draping them over his shoulders as he perched his ass on the seat, feeling his hands pulling her to him.

Spreading her thighs, she let him maneuver her. She felt weightless in the water as his strong hands guided her in place, the tip of his cock rubbing back and forth across her labia. Actually, it was the other way around, as he moved her body over his throbbing shaft. His fingers gripped her slippery skin, massaging her waist just above her hips as he toyed with her.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, she felt a tingle run down her spine. She knew he was going to slip his cock inside her at any moment, and she held her breath, waiting for that magical feeling where she'd be stretched. It seemed like minutes passed before she exhaled, timing it with his penetration deep into her cunt.

"Oh God," she whimpered, her eyes snapping shut.

He kissed her neck, his lips tender, he touch loving. It was such a stark contrast to how he'd used his mouth there a few hours before. The feeling of his tongue dragging across her nape made her swoon in his arms, tilting her head back to let him play. He held her on his shaft, the pulsing of his cock inside her warm, tight pussy the only movement she felt. She clenched her inner muscles, gripping at his manhood, wanting more.

"Patience lover," he whispered as he nibbled on her lobe, his hands roaming over her lower back, one in the middle, the other moving lower to cup her perfect ass.

"Oh... Ah...." she moaned, powerless to control her audible reactions, but unable to formulate words.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 04



© 2014, All rights reserved - mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

THWAK

The sound of a perfectly struck shot resonated against the thicket of surrounding trees, the echo making the noise more pronounced. The tiny ball started low, soaring down the narrow chute before rising quickly into a high majestic flight. It hugged the tree line on the left, and began curving as it reached its apex, turning gently to the right toward the natural opening. It landed on the plush green grass of the fairway, catching a gentle slope and rolling out of view.

"Beautiful shot. I love how you draw the ball," Neil said as he stepped up toward the tee.

"Ah, just a turn of the ol' wrists. Helps being cack-handed," Jeremy shrugged as he handed his driver to his caddie. "Will that do, Eddie?"

Eddie nodded and said, "Perfect. You hit the downside of the hill... that'll get you wedge into the green."

"Excuse me? Cack... what?" Sam, one of their playing partners asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Cack-handed."

"What's that mean?"

"I'm a leftie... a southpaw. What do you Yanks call it?"

"Uh, left-handed," Dennis, Sam's friend chuckled.

Neil chuckled too, but not because of Dennis' rather obvious retort. He was laughing at Jeremy, and the way he was pretending to be unaware of the local customs.

The two of them had arrived at the posh Miami country club where they were playing, gaining access through the time-share that Jeremy's parents owned. They'd called ahead for a tee time, and because they were just a twosome, they were partnered with another pair. The two young guys hailed from Kansas City, both in Florida for a business conference that was to start the next day. What those unwitting friends didn't know was that Neil and Jeremy actually knew each other. What they also didn't know was that Jeremy was accentuating his Kiwi roots, using them to their advantage.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann and Neil had landed at Miami International Airport late on Sunday Night. The two flights to get there had been uneventful, and even though they had a layover, in Denver of all places, it was a much smoother day of travel than the one they'd experienced on their way to Michigan. It was storms over Colorado that had cancelled their original flight on their way to Dawn and Jeremy's wedding, and had caused countless problems even the day after.

This trip was much better. Their luggage even made it to their final destination on the same flight. It was a long day of travel, but compared to what they'd been through the two days before, it was a walk in the park.

Ann was beside herself when she found out they were going to Florida, especially the idea of heading to Miami. She'd vacationed many times with her parents on the gulf side of the state, near Tampa. But she'd never gone that far south, and Miami seemed, well... exotic to her.

Much of that perception came from her love of Miami Vice. Yes, there was an element of danger that hung over the shows concept. After all, it was a drama about crime, and drugs, and corruption. But woven into the fabric of the episodes was the backdrop; a posh metropolitan playground filled with excitement and adventure, and yes... sex.

The way the show portrayed the city, with its heavy Latin influences in the culture, the pristine white sandy beaches filled with beautiful scantily clad women and men, along with the incredible nightlife the area had, it seemed like they were jetting off to a foreign land; one within her own country. At the very least, it would be foreign to her, and she found herself turned on just from the idea of being there. Obviously they wouldn't be hanging out in places that were dangerous. But vacationing in someplace tropical and sexy appealed to her in many ways.

The layover had actually been fun. By changing planes they had three hours to kill, and they took advantage of that by sitting in a dark little pub off the main terminal. They found a quiet booth in the back and relaxed as they sat next to each other, enjoying a nice late lunch and a couple of beers. With nowhere to go and time on their hands, they stayed put for the longest time, nursing their drinks as they talked.

It didn't take long for Ann to bring up the last time they were in Colorado. Neil arched his eyebrow, a quiet smile appearing as he looked at his wife.

"And?" he asked, wondering just where she was going with the conversation.

"Oh, nothing... it's just a happy memory for me. It's hard to be sitting here and not think of what we did."

"I don't think you were here. Annabelle was."

"Hmm... I suppose that's true."

"So what are you saying?"

"Nothing, baby. It just popped into my head, that's all."

"So you're not thinking about -"

"It's still going to be a quite a while before I want to be her again," she said with a sly grin. "Right now, I'm very happy being just Anna for you."

"Is that because of the times you were Anna Renee?"

"No, not really. She's different." She paused for a moment, contemplating whether she should say what was on her mind. Taking a breath, she said, "Neil, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Does it bother you that I have so many... personalities?"

"What do you mean? It's not like you're a schizophrenic."

"I know. But at the same time, I do feel different whenever I'm acting like one of them."

"I think the key word there is acting, babe. It's a role. It's something we do together."

"I know that too. It's just... does it seem weird to you that I have all these sexual sides to me?"

"Not really. Everyone has a lot of sides to them, sexual and otherwise. If anything's weird, it's that I took the time to name them," he laughed.

Her infectious giggle filled the back of the bar, and that made his heart soar. Still she felt a tinge of nervousness, although she didn't know why. "Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"

"No babe. Why would you ever think that?"

"I don't know, really. I... I guess I just worry that you'll think I'm some kind of perv or something."

"Ann, oh my goodness, what in the world would ever give you that impression?"

"Well, you haven't. It's just that sometimes it all seems so damn overwhelming. I'm Annabelle, I'm Anna... I'm Anna Renee. The only thing that I know for sure is that I'm never just Ann. Well, except for now, when I'm just this paranoid nut sitting next to you."

"Do you not want me to call you those names anymore?"

"It's not the names, baby. I don't know what it is, really. I just feel..."

She stopped and took a drink of her beer. She wasn't emotional. She wasn't even upset. But there was something in the back of her mind that was bothering her, and she couldn't put her finger on it. That is until she set the bottle on the table and turned to look in Neil's eyes. He was worried, and the outpouring of love she saw in them made her smile.

"You know, here's the thing," she said confidently. "Anna is naughty. And Anna Renee obviously is just plain bad. And I suppose Annabelle is your dirty, filthy slut. I love all three of those... me's. But I don't want to lose sight of Ann."

"You're always Ann, Mrs. Thomas."

"OH MY GOD! That's IT!" she squealed, startling him as she hugged him tightly.

"Uh, that's what?"

"I'm Mrs. Thomas, that's what!"

"I... I'm not following, Ann."

"Ann. Mrs. Thomas. That's who I am."

"I think we already established that a long time ago. What's it mean?"

"I have a persona for every part of my sexuality, except when I'm your lover. And that must have bothered me."

"Why?"

"Like you said, you named all the other sides. But you never bothered to name that one, and I guess somewhere in my head that made me worry about all the other ones." She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth. "But I just realized that I'm always your lover. You've said that to me so many times, but it never really stuck until now. You didn't have to name me, because that's who I always am!"

Neil trembled. The significance of what she confessed, in a way, made him start to tear up.

"Are you okay, Neil?"

"Yeah. I just never knew it bothered you so much. I never would have called you any of those names if -"

Ann pressed her lips to his, kissing him tenderly. When she finally pulled back, she smiled, her eyes lighting up the dark booth. "Don't ever stop calling me those names, Neil... ever. I love being each and every one of them for you. I AM each and every one of them. They're all special to me, and they're all a part of Ann Thomas, your lover."

"You're sure?"

"Now more than ever."

"But, do you mind telling me what brought all of this on?"

"No, I don't mind. It has to be pretty obvious that I was naturally associating Colorado with Annabelle. And then I thought about yesterday in Michigan, when I was clearly Anna. And in all of that, I realized that I didn't have any memories of me. It's kind of strange, but in associating those, I discounted all of the times you and I made love, or hung out, or walked hand in hand; all those moments where I'm your wife and your lover. It wasn't until now that I realized that those memories are just as important and just as wonderful."

"And now you get it," he nodded, finally understanding.

"Well, you know me... always needing to organize things. I just didn't have a name to file them under," she laughed. "Now, I do."

"So, if you don't mine my asking, who are you now?"

It was a simple question, and it sparked a fire inside. She had felt the need to establish in her mind, and in her heart, that there was a real Ann somewhere inside her. Actually, she always knew that. And she knew that Neil knew that too. But there was something about reaffirming it to both of them that put her at ease.

Still, his question rang in her ears; the quite sound of an alarm going off. While it was true that she was Ann, her husband's wife and lover, those other personas were always close by. She closed her eyes for just a second, her mind racing.

She could see them. They were right there, in her perfectly organized closet, meticulously labeled, sitting at the ready on the shelf where she kept them. They were there, waiting for her husband to ask her to play. And being the perfect playmate, he had left the choice of which one to select up to her.

Yes, there were times when she took them off that shelf herself, not waiting to be asked, almost insisting that Neil play with her. In fact, that happened more often than not, and he always complied. In her mind, the boxes she kept them in were becoming worn, the lids not fitting as snugly from being opened so often. All except for the 'Anna Renee' box that was still relatively new. In her mind, the 'Anna' box was being held together with tape on the corners.

She could see herself, opening the closet, looking over the shelf. She was humming happily over the choices she had, knowing that within some of the boxes where other boxes, containing roles or characters she might play, like Barbara, or Amanda. She giggled to herself, thinking of her closet in her bedroom, and how she had sexy outfits all organized and at the ready.

When Neil asked her again who she was, she opened her eyes, smiling at him as she closed that imaginary closet in her mind. Sighing, she leaned in and kissed him, the back of her fingers brushing against his cheek.

"You know, right now I'm Ann. Is that okay?" she asked.

"Is it okay? Babe, that's who I fell in love with," he smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil wasn't disappointed that she chose to remain Ann. While he certainly would have found ways to have fun with Anna, particularly in the dimly lit bar, it was hard not to be sexually aroused by having a beautiful babe by his side, especially one that he loved. And despite the fact that she claimed she wanted to be herself for the time being, he couldn't help but notice she was slipping more towards Anna the closer they got to Miami.

By the time they landed, the transformation had taken hold. She was dressed the same, in the tight white spaghetti strapped top and the short black hip hugger shorts she'd put on that morning. But as she stood next to him by the baggage carousel in her 4-inch black heels, he saw the smoldering look in her eyes and knew she wasn't acting the same. She was definitely naughty, and it made his cock start to stir in his shorts.

Fortunately, the luggage was there. All of it, and as odd as it sounded, that brightened their day, even though it was already nine o'clock at night. And it had been a pretty good day, the two of them far more relaxed, enjoying each others company. Of course, that was with her being Ann. Now that they were in Miami, ready to head to the resort where they'd be staying, her mind couldn't help but turn more toward sex.

They were standing next to the curb with their bags on a cart, waiting for a cab. Jeremy had told him that they wouldn't need a rental car, since most of the places they'd want to go would be within walking distance. Neil loved the idea, thinking about the hassle of parking. Plus, it made the whole experience seem more exciting.

She turned to him, leaning into his strong, muscular body. She lifted her left leg, rubbing her knee along his thigh up toward his hip, the sultry look in her eyes making his mouth part. She took advantage, slipping her tongue inside as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Ready to start our honeymoon, baby," she cooed, moving her knee between his legs, pressing it up against his balls.

"That depends. Who are you know?"

She knew what he meant, and in her mind she saw the familiar open box, pulled down off that shelf in her closet, the contents strewn about. "I'm Anna, right now baby, and I'm going to be the entire time we're in Miami. I can't believe we're here. I'm sooooo excited," she hissed, her hand curling around his neck to pull him into another kiss.

She felt his hand cupping her left breast, lifting it up and giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch was magical, even through the fabric of her top, and she suddenly wished she'd worn a skirt instead of her tight shorts, thinking how much fun they could have on the cab ride to wherever they were staying.

"So am I," he responded, his other hand moving around her waist, pressing her into him.

His fingers tweaked her nipple, a soft, musical sigh leaving her lips, hanging in the air around them. He grinned at her reaction; she tilted her head back, her long curly brown hair blowing in the warm gentle breeze. She looked like a dancer, doing some erotic tango, clinging to his body while letting him fondle her breast.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her exposed neck, his tongue licking at her soft skin.

"And you're so handsome," she answered, twisting her head slightly to kiss him again.

It wasn't until the cab came screeching to a halt next to them that they remembered where exactly they were. She giggled, having to practically climb off of him so they could exchange information with the driver. Sitting in the back of the darkened cab, riding down an expressway toward Miami Beach, she placed her left leg over Neil's right, spreading her thighs as her hand slowly massaged his crotch.

"I wish I would have thought this out better," she confessed, feeling the heat from his pulsing cock though his thin shorts.

"Thought what out?"

"My wardrobe... should have worn a miniskirt."

"Ah, who knew you were going to be Anna."

"Let's face it, baby... I'm Anna a lot more than I'm ever Ann, or anyone else in my little closet."

"Your... closet?"

"Never mind," she giggled, her lilting voice making his heart beat faster. "I'm just trying to say that I wish I were wearing something else right now."

Shifting his eyes to the front of the cab, he checked the mirror. The driver was busy staring at the road ahead. Not that Neil cared about where he was looking, really. "The way she's acting, this might be fun," he thought as he reached for the button of her shorts.

"Maybe you just wish you were wearing less," he said as he licked her ear, his fingers opening the snap before reaching for the zipper.

"What are you doing?" she giggled again.

"Playing with my wife on my honeymoon," he answered, nuzzling her neck.

Her body stiffened, her nervousness rising as he pulled the tab, lowering it slowly. Un-tucking her shirt, his fingers drifted across her flat stomach, causing her to suck in her breath. He peeled the front of the shorts open, pulling it wider, exposing her pubic area. His hand slipped underneath her panties, and she moaned as his fingertips grazed across her landing strip, her hand gripping at the fabric of his shorts when she realized he was serious. She wasn't grasping for his cock; instead she was hoping to steady herself, the knowledge of what he might do making her squirm in fear and delight.

"Close your legs," he instructed, his hand reaching under her shirt to play with her bare tits.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, slowly doing as he asked.

It took some time, and a little help from her wiggling ass, but he was eventually able to get her shorts over her hips. From there, he gradually lowered them until they were just past her knees.

He kept his voice was low, but it reverberated with authority. "Spread your thighs."

She looked into the mirror, noticing the driver now glancing back at them from time to time. It wasn't overt, but she knew he was watching. Still, the thrill of doing as she was told was too much to ignore. She parted her knees, her shorts falling naturally to her ankles.

The white thong she was wearing seemed to glow in the dark. Her eyes stayed glued to the mirror, noticing the driver shifting his even more. It was then she noticed a second mirror attached to the first, angled slightly different. It was there specifically so he could see into the back seat. She knew it was there for his safety; the Plexiglas shield between the front and back seats was there as a protective barrier, but not enough where he wouldn't want to keep an eye on his fare behind him. The dangers of the city as portrayed in one of her favorite TV shows came to her mind.

Now, that mirror became voyeuristic. She wondered if Neil had noticed it; if he was putting her on display deliberately. The notion that he might be doing just that made her nipples harden, the dampness she felt between her legs increasing by the second. Taking in a deep breath, she could smell the aroma, her womanly scent filling the back of the taxi.

"I thought I told you yesterday that you weren't going to be wearing panties the rest of our vacation," he scolded, more in a disappointed tone than one of being angry or upset. She knew it was in jest. In truth, he'd never said she couldn't wear them, only that he doubted she would the rest of their trip. But the implication was there that he didn't want her to, and she had a pang of guilt set in that she'd chosen to wear them that morning.

Regardless, they were on, and he was threatening to remove them right there in the cab. He lifted her shirt higher, the underside of her breasts coming into view. He teased her with his eyes, checking for signs that he might be going to far. Biting her lip, a shiver ran up her spine.

"Do it," she thought, not wanting to say it out loud, but hoping she was right about his desire to expose her to the driver.

It struck her as odd that she never considered him before. He was just a means to an end; the man that would get them from the airport to the tropical playground she pictured in her mind. Staring at the mirror, she saw his eyes. They were piercing, their exotic brown showing in the reflection from the lights of the cars behind them. She could tell he was smiling, even though she couldn't see his face. He had to be, what with the view her husband was offering him.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 04



She recalled him being young, Latin American, and very attractive. His dark wavy hair cut short, his dark skin tone seeming as exotic as the location he was taking them. He was muscular, or at least she thought; the way he lifted the bags with ease to place them in the trunk suggesting it. Yes, it was odd, because she had noticed him without noticing him, her husband being in her thoughts when she'd first met him. But now, he was more than a cabbie. He was their silent guest, and her husband was letting him participate in their fun.

Neil wasn't paying attention to the driver at all. He knew he was likely watching, having seen the second mirror and knowing intuitively what it was for. But that didn't deter him. When she had admitted that she was Anna, and intended to be during their stay in South Florida, that was all he needed to hear. He decided to take control, wanting their honeymoon to be memorable from start to finish.

He'd been a little surprised to find she'd worn panties. Even though it was a thong, he assumed she'd be naked underneath the shorts. After all, he was. But as she said, she'd gotten dressed as Ann. He made the best of it though, liking the idea that she was showing something, without showing anything... yet.

"At least she didn't wear a bra," he said to himself as he toyed with the bottom of her shirt. Lifting it up a little more, the darker tones of her areolas started to show. He could feel her tremble, the soft whimpers and moans escaping, making his dick harder.

He waited for the perfect moment, even though he really wasn't sure when it was going to be. It was more the anticipation, watching it build inside her, letting her wonder how far he'd take things.

For her part, she had already decided it was up to him. Whatever he wanted, she'd do it. The crotch of her panties was so wet, she wondered if it was transparent. She could feel her clit throbbing against the snug material, and she had to fight the impulse to touch herself. One hand still clutched at the leg of his shorts. The other scratched the seat of the cab. She could feel her bare ass against the leather, making her think of the couches where he'd fucked her.

"Would he go that far?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat at the mere idea of him make her fuck him in the back of a cab.

"Lift up your arms."

His voice was calming, but it was clear the mood he was projecting, and that he wasn't likely to take no as an answer at the moment. She loved being Anna, being made to do things. She had a choice, but in the back of her mind, she knew if she didn't do what he instructed, it might always lead to something more. She could see herself taking that new box in her closet off the shelf; the one with Anna Renee labeled on the front, slowly opening it to let her out.

She loved that recently discovered personality; exploring, learning all about yet another side of her sexuality. But she wasn't interesting in seeing her again anytime soon. She wanted her trip to be full of pleasure. Any thoughts of pain suddenly made her blanch. Well, other than the little tweaks of her nipples she loved, and an occasional playful swat to her ass she found exciting.

"Damn," she thought to herself, realizing every side of her constantly blossoming sexuality had a part of it that seemed to enjoy a hint of pain. It was a profound moment, one that had her smiling while she raised her hands over her head. "I am such a slut."

She shivered again, knowing what he was going to do. But he stopped, removing his hand, leaning back to take in what she was doing. He watched her breathe; shallow and ragged, taking it in through her nose, while exhaling from her slightly parted lips. Her eyes darted back and forth, going between him and the eyes in the mirror.

She held her arms like that for what seemed like minutes to her, when only seconds had past. She wondered why he took his hand away. But she knew not to move. As always, patience was part of his game; a lesson he loved to teach her at every opportunity.

"Take it off for me."

"Oh God," she said to herself as she blinked rapidly, not expecting that would be his next move. But she should have. After all, that was always what she wanted; what she asked for. He was making her do it.

Crossing her arms, she reached for the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it. She was shuddering when she handed it to him, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he leaned down, cupping the breast closet to him, lifting it as he licked seductively at her nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked hard before biting it and stretching it with his teeth. When he did the same thing to her other breast she let out a low, sexy mewl.

Sitting back up, he went back to her ear, licking it, whispering to her.

"Step out of your shorts, Anna," he stated, toying with her nipples as he flicked his tongue over her lobe.

She struggled, but finally found a way to get her right heel loose. She used that one to hold down the shorts, finding it easier to extricate her left foot that way. It was strange how having the shorts off her ankles somehow made her feel more exposed, even though the driver couldn't see what she'd done. Perhaps it was her knowing that her husband was just starting.

Now in just her heels and the thong, she sat patiently, waiting. "Put your right foot on the divider," he nodded. She did, but not to his satisfaction. "Higher."

She placed it again, resting on the little opening between the front and back. Neil moaned his approval, but instructed her to move her left leg wider, offering an unobstructed view of her crotch.

"Pull your thong to the side and show him your pussy," he ordered.

At least it felt like an order to her. His hot, steamy breath filling her ear, making her pussy twinge with excitement. She took her left hand, slowly moving it across her body, her fingers running along her hard abdomen toward her mound. Her hand trembled as they first touched the thong, trailing down the front over her labia. When her fingers brushed over the ring adorning her cunt she wondered if the cabbie could see it through the thin, wet material.

Taking a deep breath, she let her index finger slip underneath. Stretching the material, she pulled it to the side, exhaling as she showed her most private of parts to a complete stranger. She tried not to look in the mirror, concentrating instead on what Neil was doing to her. But he would have none of that.

"I want you to look at the mirror, Anna. I want you to watch him watching you."

"Oh fuck," she squeaked quietly, licking her lips because her mouth was so dry.

That was in stark contrast to her pussy. She was dripping; the inside of her thighs so wet it felt cold from the air current running through the taxi. Doing as she was told, her eyes moved to that second mirror, waiting for the driver to look her way. He did, often. But he also had a car to drive, and he was somehow able to keep them on the road most of the time in spite of what was going on in the back seat.

Still, she knew he was stealing glances, and with her eyes locked on the mirror, she felt a rush come over her every time he looked her way. That rush increased when Neil bit at her earlobe, telling her what he wanted next.

"I want you to cum for him, Anna," he said as he moved his right hand down her body, grazing over her skin on his way to her mound.

She felt his middle finger brush over her clit, slipping easily past her entrance before he deftly added his index finger. He played her, his hand skillfully fucking her. She wanted to close her eyes, the pleasure he brought coming so fast she thought she might pass out; but she knew she couldn't. She could still hear his words, telling her to watch the cabbie, knowing he'd be watching her. And he was.

"He's watching!" she screamed in her head, the very idea making her walls tighten, gripping at the digits penetrating her. "He's watching me get fucked!"

She wondered if it would come to that, imagining Neil losing control, desperately pulling out his cock so he could really fuck her in the back seat of the cab. She found herself wishing it would happen, thinking of how slutty she'd look riding his thick shaft until she came. But she knew better. This wasn't about getting fucked. This was about letting her husband play with her however he wanted to. And he wanted her to cum.

She felt the car pull over, coming to a complete stop, thinking for sure that it had been shifted to park. Neil didn't seem to notice. That or it didn't concern him. He increased his pace, cocking his wrist at an acute angle, curling his fingers in search of her g-spot. Still breathing into her ear, he told her again his desire for her to cum for the driver.

That became a lot more personal when the cabbie turned around, peering through the opening in the Plexiglas. His deep brown eyes smiled at her, and she shivered, knowing she was close. Then it happened, the cute young driver taking a chance, running his fingers along the inside of her calf near her ankle.

She instinctively lifted her foot, pushing it forward through the opening toward his touch. There was a flash of regret when she'd realized what she'd done, and that he was now holding her leg to keep her from scraping it against the rough edge, but she was too far gone to pull it back. Holding turned to cradling, and cradling turned to caressing. And when the cabbie bent forward and licked her ankle, she exploded.

"OHHH FUUUCCCKKK! I'MMMMMM CUUMMMIIIINNNGGG!" she screamed, somehow keeping her eyes on the stranger kissing her ankle.

He carefully placed her heel back on the ledge, watching as she finished her climax, admiring her pouting breasts as the rose and fell while she caught her breath. He glanced at her face, their eyes meeting. He smiled when Neil pulled his fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her mouth for her to clean. She did so willingly, smiling provocatively at her voyeur from behind Neil's hand.

He spoke, just a hint of a Latin accent flavoring his words. "You're very beautiful when you cum -"

"Anna," she replied, still holding her thong to the side, if for no other reason than she hadn't been told to cover herself yet.

"Carlos."

"Thank you Carlos," she winked.

"Thank you... Anna. We've arrived at the address. Would you like me to drive around a little longer so you can get dressed?"

Neil intervened, saying, "That won't be necessary. She can do that while we get the bags out of the trunk."

"Very well, Sir," he said as he got out and opened the back door to let Neil out.

He started to shut it to give her privacy, but Neil stopped him. "Leave it open."

She looked at him, shaking her head knowing she'd be exposed if anyone were to walk by. But it was late, and it was quiet, the taxi parked directly in front of the resort condo where Dawn and Jeremy were staying.

"You're naughty," she said teasingly as she put on her shirt, leaving her shorts to put on last.

"You're Anna," he shrugged.

She struggled to get them on over her shoes, and then over her hips. In fact, she had to get out and stand up to finish pulling them over her shapely ass, zipping and buttoning on the sidewalk facing the cab. She turned to see Neil paying Carlos for the fare, offering him a tip.

"No thank you, Neil. You've been more than generous." Turning to Ann, he took her hand, kissing the back of it. "Thank you for a memorable night, Anna."

She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for the same, Carlos."

Standing in front of the door of the condo a few minutes later, she kissed Neil, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth, standing much like she had on the curb at the airport, her body pressing into his. Their luggage was all around them, waiting to be carried inside. But she'd stopped him before he could knock on the door, wanting the let him know how she felt.

"I loved that, Neil," she said breathlessly.

"I know," he replied confidently, taking her by surprise.

"Ha... I suppose you do. You know me better than I know me."

"I don't know about that, but I love seeing how far you'll let me take you."

"Miami," she giggled.

"You know what I mean," he said as he finally knocked.

"I thought you were going to fuck me in the cab."

"We didn't have time. I didn't want to get here too late."

"I guess you're right. I just kept thinking you were going to do more."

"Well, I almost had you do something more."

"Hmm... really? What's that?" she cooed.

"I thought about having you suck off Carlos when he wouldn't accept a tip."

He laughed when she went weak kneed, falling into him, the thought of what he said making her shiver. "Are you serious?"

"Would you have done it?"

"I... I don't know."

He smiled, looking her in her eyes. "Anna."

"Yes?"

"What if I made you?"

She didn't get to answer because the door opened wide, Jeremy standing in the entryway with a wide grin, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His tan skin was shiny, his hair slightly matted; it was obvious he'd been perspiring.

"G'day Anna! G'day Neil! Welcome to our honeymoon flat."

"Hi Jeremy," Neil replied, Ann simply waving as she continued to lean seductively against her husband.

"I trust you had a better trip this time."

"Much better," Ann grinned, thinking about the fun they'd already had since they landed, still feeling the wetness in her crotch.

"Well, I'm sure you're buggered."

"Pardon me," Neil laughed.

"Uh... exhausted," he grinned. Apologizing for using his native colloquialisms, he shrugged. "Sorry, mate."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Jeremy. I find the way you talk fascinating."

"I can say the same for you, and I've lived her over ten years. Funny how English isn't always English, isn't it? I'll try to Americanize myself for you while you're here. Just pardon me if I forget from time to time."

He helped Neil bring the bags inside the door, careful not to let the towel slip off his hips. That is, until the door closed, and they all heard the female voice talking to him from across the living room.

Dawn was standing at the entrance to a hallway, stark naked, her body covered with a slick sheen of sweat.

"I thought I told you... no towel," she said in a sharp, scolding voice, before softening it as she wiggled her fingers. "Hi guys." Jeremy stood there, frozen in place, staring at his gorgeous bride. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him again. "Jeremy, what did I tell you?"

"No towel," he sighed. "Sorry Diamond."

"Diamond?" Ann whispered to Neil, who shrugged.

"Must be a pet name," he whispered back.

Their curiosity would have to be quelled, for Dawn wasn't in the frame of mind to answer questions. She put her hands on her hips, her large breasts gently swaying.

"I don't want to hear you're sorry. I want you to show Ann and Neil the dress code for the week. So drop it... now."

"Been married a day and she's already a bit of a nag," he smiled, untying the knot in the towel, letting it drop to the floor.

His big cock sprang into view, and it wasn't lost on Ann that it was very similar to Neil's. She wondered if that's one of the reasons Dawn fell in love with him.

"That's better. Now give them the quick tour and get your sexy ass back in here. I'm not finished with you."

"Anything you say, Diamond."

"Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. See you in the morning. I hope our noise won't keep you up."

"We'll be fine," Ann replied, already thinking about the noise she'd be making before she went to sleep.

Jeremy gave them a quick rundown of the condo, pointing nonchalantly as he stood naked in front of them. "Well, you can see the living area right here. Kitchen's over there to the left. Help yourself. We stocked it when we got here this morning. Your bedroom in across the hall from ours on the right, and it has a private loo. That's pretty much it."

"Uh, thanks, Jeremy," Neil said, shaking his hand.

"I'll leave you to your luggage. Apparently I have to go bonk the wife," he chuckled as he hurried off. "Again!"

They watched him briskly walk away, his muscular bare ass catching Ann's eye, but she was thinking of something else instead.

"Huh," she said, putting her arm around her husband's waist.

"Huh... what?"

"Well, after hearing what Dawn just said and seeing them, I'm not sure why I bothered getting dressed in the cab," she laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn had mentioned a dress code, and while Neil or Ann had a pretty good idea of what she meant, they didn't know for sure. That is until they walked out of their bedroom the next morning. Well, mid-morning; the two of them sleeping in until around ten.

Dawn was sitting on a big sectional sofa set; the kind that was more like a pit than a couch, with additional pieces in front that made the ensemble look like a big square that took up of a third of the living room. Jeremy was in the kitchen, slicing some fresh grapefruit. And the two of them were naked.

Neil and Ann approached, both wearing robes, standing off to the side as they looked around.

"Hey, you two... how'd you sleep?" Dawn said with a big grin.

Ann smiled and said, "Great, when we finally dozed off."

"Aw, did we keep you up?"

"Ha... no. We kept ourselves up."

"Well good! Then our honeymoons are off to a flying start."

"I'll say," Neil laughed, staring at his former lover as she lounged, all the while holding his loving wife at his side.

He wondered where the week was heading, considering how things were starting off. Ann did too, but unlike Neil, she didn't feel the need to tread lightly. Instead, she bluntly said, "So, you were saying last night that there's a dress code. Care to elaborate?"

Dawn laughed and said, "Oh, that's just for me and Jeremy. If we were on our honeymoon and it was just the two of us staying here, we'd be naked all the time. And so I told him I'm not willing to change that just because we have company. He obviously knows what Neil and I did, and he knows you and I had some fun during your bachelorette party. You've both already seen me naked, so the only thing he had to get used to was the idea of letting you both see him."

"And you're okay with that?" Neil asked him.

Jeremy walked the grapefruit over to Dawn and handed it to her, shrugging. "I'd have to be a bit thick to say no. No sense to piss off the wife over wearing knickers. Besides, I've never been the shy type... been in my share of locker rooms."

"So, we don't have to abide by those rules then."

Dawn shook her head and said, "Of course not. Do whatever makes you comfortable. I just wanted you to know what we're doing."

Neil wasn't surprised that Ann slipped off her robe, throwing it onto a chair behind them. It did shock him a little that she reached for the tie on his, loosening the knot.

"I think we should have the same rules, don't you baby?" she said as she kissed him, opening up the robe and pushing it off his shoulders onto the floor.

With Jeremy's words fresh in his head, it was hard to argue. Besides, it would have been strange if three of them were going to walk around naked most of the time and he didn't.

Dawn giggled when she looked at Ann, thinking about how much fun the week was going to turn out to be. And that had her saying, "You should also know that you may see us having sex. I don't intend to change what I would have done at all if you wouldn't have come. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Not if you don't mind watching us," Ann replied with a grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Even with the unusual house rules regarding clothing, or the lack thereof, it wasn't like the week became some sexual free for all. In fact, it was rather the opposite. Yes, Neil and Ann stumbled upon their friends fucking one afternoon when the came back from shopping. And Dawn and Jeremy caught their guests playing in the kitchen, Neil eating Ann as she lay on the kitchenette table while she held his head with her hands. But in both instances, the couple that did the discovering gave the sexually active pair their privacy.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 04



And there was the evening they stayed in and watched a sexy movie. It wasn't a porno, but it had lots of sexual situations and nudity, and both of the girls ended up sucking their men in that big comfy pit of a couch. But once things got really heated, Jeremy took Dawn to their room, leaving Ann and Neil alone to fuck in the living room.

The only instance that could be remotely considered a group endeavor was a night where they'd come back from an evening out together. The four of them had gone to a rather risqué nightclub, one they'd been told was one of the hottest spots in Miami. It was crowded with what seemed like well over a thousand people, all of them gorgeous, all of them dressed to thrill.

They spent hours on the dance floor, fondling and groping to the thumping music. It wasn't like they were noticed, since most of the other people present were doing the same kinds of things. Yet it was a stimulating, the aura in the entire club brimming with sex. It was such a heady environment it led Dawn to push the envelope, telling Ann they should swap partners. They did that several times, not bothering to stop the erotic foreplay. Ann made sure of it.

She let Jeremy have his way with her, telling him in no uncertain terms that she was horny, and if they were going to dance, it was his job to keep her that way. The loose, skimpy black mini-dress she was wearing flashed lots of skin. It was more of a wrap, and the design seemed to show off her private areas instead of hide them. Especially the way she was gyrating against him, giving him plenty of opportunities to see her tits and bare pussy, even in the darkened room.

It certainly helped embolden him when she unashamedly groped his hard cock through his loose pants the first time they danced together, her other hand toying with his hair. He grabbed her, pulling her against him, snaking his hand between their bodies to fondle one of her breasts. They got so carried away at one point that they actually started kissing, their tongues dancing instead of their bodies for just a moment.

Dawn was undaunted by seeing how her new friend was playing with her new husband. She turned her attentions to Neil, not caring what they were doing; knowing everyone knew there was a line not to be crossed. But that didn't stop any of them from dancing all over it the rest of the night.

Her tight white spandex dress left little to the imagination, as it barely covered her body. The deep, plunging front showed off her massive tits, the sides totally exposed, with only her areolas and nipples covered. The halter design left her back bare, while the lower half showed the bottom of her ass and a hint of her crotch. Like Ann, she made the first move, pulling Neil to her, letting her hand find his hard cock, stroking it through his thin pants as they grooved with the driving beat of the loud music pumping through the club.

In response, his hand quickly drifted to her ass, lifting her dress over her cheeks. He gripped her flesh with his fingers, kneading it. Their mouths met in a long, steamy French kiss. He moaned, the taste of her lips seeming familiar, yet it was so different from what he remembered. Not that it mattered. Not with the way she was moving her hand along his shaft.

Back and forth the couples went, trading partners. Every half-hour they'd switch, stopping occasionally for a drink, the buzz from the alcohol keeping them all loose. But they'd return to the floor, resuming the provocative prelude to whatever was going to happen when the decided to finally leave.

The cab ride back to the condo was also intoxicating. Unlike the ride there when they crammed into the back sitting four across, the guys sat down, and the girls sat sideways on their laps, making out with their husbands. Neil's hand eventually found Ann's pussy, and he began fingering her, much like the first cab ride they'd taken in Miami with Carlos.

Jeremy was doing the same to Dawn, the two of them really getting into it. Her breathing became short, and she was nearing an orgasm, only to do the unthinkable.

"Switch!" she yelled, taking Jeremy by the wrist to stop him.

"What?" Ann said, knowing she wasn't that far away from a climax of her own.

"You heard me, time to switch."

They started giggling as they tried to maneuver over and around each other. In time, Ann was straddling Jeremy, and Dawn was doing the same over Neil. First the make out session started again, followed by each woman letting their new partner know they expected the same as they were getting before. Obliging, they guys resumed finger-fucking them.

Neil began to wonder if the forbidden zone he and Ann had long established was going to be broached. He wondered what he'd say if she asked if she could fuck Jeremy. He wondered if Dawn would push for it first. And while fucking Dawn was an incredible thought, it wasn't one he wanted to follow through on. Still, he didn't stop kissing her, or finger-fucking her, now with three digits inside that wonderful tight cunt.

The taxi pulled up in front of the condo, the driver excusing himself with a loud clearing of his throat. The girls reluctantly got out, their orgasms put on hold once again. Neil paid for the cab; bracing himself for what he thought might be an uncomfortable exchange, having to tell his wife, and his lover, that he wasn't interested in going that far.

When he turned, Dawn was back in Jeremy's arms, practically dry humping him right there on the sidewalk. Ann was smiling, waiting impatiently for him to finish the financial transaction. With the taxi driving off, the four of them were left in the glow from dim light of the parking area in the wee hours of the morning.

"Are you ready to make me cum," she hissed, strutting over to him.

"You want me to do it?" he asked coyly.

She knew what was on his mind before he ever asked the question, so it didn't surprise her. In fact, she anticipated it. Running her hand over his crotch, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, I want fucked, and since you're the only man I'm ever going to let do that to me, then the answer is 'yes', I want you to do it, baby. Take me inside and fuck me."

He arched an eyebrow of his own, taking her by the hand and walking with her up the sidewalk. But while Jeremy took Dawn inside, presumably to do to her what his wife was pleading him to do, Neil had other ideas. Stopping on the stoop, he pulled her off balance, forcing her into his arms.

Pressing her back against the wall in the covered entryway to the condo, he deftly unzipped his pants. Before she could react, he'd removed his cock and lifted the bottom of her short little party dress, stuffing his thick length into her pussy. She soon found herself nearly naked, the top of her dress pulled off her shoulders, the garment hanging around her waist as he lifted her left knee and held it, pounding into her cunt relentlessly.

They walked into the living room a half-hour later, Neil carrying Ann's dress in his hand like a trophy; Ann staggering behind him, her swollen pussy leaking a huge load of cum. They both stopped in their tracks, seeing Dawn bent over an end table, her huge tits pressed into the top. Jeremy was balls deep into her ass, holding her long hair in his hand like a reign, spanking her ass as he reamed her.

Ann grabbed Neil's cock, still hanging out of his pants, and started pulling him toward the bedroom. "Come on, baby. I think I need cum dripping out of another hole now."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

THWAK

Neil's drive was crisp, boring low into the breeze. Unlike Jeremy's, he had to shape his shot differently, mostly because he stood on the other side of the ball when he addressed it. Instead of the high soaring draw that his partner made, he had to play a low power fade. But the results were the same, his ball landing on the down slope, rolling down the fairway on the dogleg to the right.

Handing his club to Bruce, his caddie, he grinned. "I got all of that one."

"You've been getting all of most of them today," Bruce snickered, commenting on how well he had been driving the ball over the fourteen holes they'd played to that point.

"Nice, Neil," Jeremy nodded as he looked at Sam, who was walking up to the tea, a resigned look in his eyes, knowing what was coming.

He teed up his ball, going through his ridiculously long pre-shot routine. About halfway through, Jeremy shook his head. "Come on, Sam, quit pissing around and hit the ball."

That only had him starting the routine over, which Jeremy expected. But it also had the desired result when he hooked his shot over the trees to the left, the ball landing in the adjacent fairway.

"That's a beaut," he said sarcastically. "Taking the Tiki tour, are ya mate?"

"Yeah, whatever that means," he mumbled, while Neil struggled to hold in his laughter.

Dennis was the last to tee off, and he blocked his shot to the left into the thick woods. He turned to stare at Jeremy, waiting for the unwelcome witticism that was sure to come; one that he likely wouldn't understand.

"Tough break, Denny. Looks like you've gone and hit it in the bush."

"No kidding."

"Don't pack a sad, mate. She'll be right. We'll see you at the green when you get there."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been that way from the beginning. Well, not quite. But it seemed like it to Neil. He and Jeremy had arrived at the country club early, wanting to hit some balls on the range before heading out. To their surprise, they found out that not only was the course very exclusive, it actually featured caddies instead of carts.

That was a new one for Neil. He'd never played with a caddie before, and he found the idea exciting. Jeremy, on the other hand, had actually been a caddie growing up in New Zealand, and that was where his love of the game began. He gave Neil a few tips on what to expect from a person carrying the bag, as well as what to demand.

"If you get a good caddie, you have to use them," he said.

"What do you mean, 'if'," Neil replied.

"It's not always a guarantee the bloke you get knows more than how to carry a bag."

"Well that sucks."

"Gimme a minute and I'll see what I can do," he said as he headed off to the clubhouse. A few minutes later, he returned with Bruce and Eddie, and an idea. "They paired us with a couple of gents from Kansas City, Neil. I think we should take them."

"Take them?"

"Sure. Let's have a little fun with them."

Jeremy's plan was to pretend he and Neil didn't know each other. And, he was going to lay it on thick, using his native roots. He'd been in the country a long time, but having been born in New Zealand and spending the better part of his young life there, those ways were ingrained in him, particularly the language.

"So, we're not supposed to know each other," Neil stated, making sure he had it right.

"I'll go to the other end of the range, and we'll meet on the tee and see if we can get a match with them," he grinned.

"And what's this part about using your... what are you doing?"

"I'm just going to speak like I'm down under. You'd be surprised how using words people don't understand can unnerve them when the pressure is on," he smiled.

So, they split up on the driving range, warming up and getting used to their caddies. A half-hour later they were on the putting green, practicing apart when their playing partners arrived, ready to play. It was a bit odd for Neil that he had to introduce himself to Jeremy, but in truth, he didn't know him all that well.

Then again, he knew him better than most men. After all, he'd seen him naked so many times over the last four days it seemed stranger when he was clothed. That normally would have been enough to unnerve him. But he took it in stride, because he and Ann were having an amazing time with Dawn and Jeremy since they'd arrived late on Sunday.

Now it was Friday, their last day together. The Hunter's would be flying out the next day to head home to Arizona. Neil and Ann would be flying out too, heading to DC before driving home. They'd been together almost every moment since they arrived. Yes, they split up a couple of times to do their own thing, but they found they loved spending time together as couples. They went shopping, and to a movie. They went dining, and obviously dancing. And they went to the nearby beach every day, spending hours laying along the white sandy shore or playing in the surf.

But this was the first time Neil and Jeremy split off, leaving Ann and Dawn to spend the late morning and early afternoon together so they could get in a round of golf. For both of the guys, it was a needed break. They loved their wives, but getting a chance for some male bonding that didn't include nudity suited them both. That and they were getting to spend that time outdoors on a pristine golf course on a brilliant sunny day.

The introductions were made, and Jeremy didn't even have to ask if the friends from Missouri wanted to play for money. They brought it up themselves. He shrugged and said, "Whaddya say, Neil. Wanna give it a go?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Why not?"

They settled on the stakes, and teed off. Neil quickly found it was easier to pull off the notion that he didn't know Jeremy because they were walking. If they'd had to ride in a cart together, the ruse would have been more difficult because they would have had to pretend to get to know each other while riding around the course. Instead, they were able to do it over time, in a less confined environment, making the scenario a lot more believable.

He wasn't sure why Jeremy wanted to split up, as it were. After all, they hadn't ever played together before, so he didn't know what kind of player he was. And since they were playing best ball, they were playing their own round. Any advantage they had would be from having a familiarity with each other, and the fact that they were new friends that had never played together limited that.

Then again the rational of being from different parts of the country, and being born in different hemispheres did seem to give their opponents a false confidence. It was apparent early on that the two of them knew each other well and had played a lot of golf together, not just from the camaraderie they shared, but in the way they competed. They were decent golfers, but they were also taking the match just a little too seriously.

Jeremy had given Neil a piece of advice before they started warming up on the range, and that was to trust Bruce. He and Eddie were experienced loopers, and having them get a chance to see their game on the practice tee before they started would be the best advantage they had. But they both had to trust in their caddies.

Neil was standing next to Jeremy on the first fairway, waiting on Dennis to hit his approach shot out of the left hand rough.

"God, it's no wonder the pros play so well," he whispered as he looked down at the plush grass beneath his feet. "These fairways are nicer than most of the greens I've ever played on."

Jeremy chuckled, more about Dennis pulling his ball into a sand trap than what he had said. But he agreed. The course was immaculate.

With his turn being next, he looked to Bruce. "How far to the pin?"

First glancing at a little book in his hand, and then some yardage markers for reference, Bruce stated confidently, "It's 148."

"Okay, I'll take my 8-iron please," he said, holding out his hand.

"How far do you normally hit it?"

"Right on 150 yards."

Pulling out the 7-iron, he handed it to Neil. "You'll want this then."

"I just told you I hit the eight 150," he blinked, thinking that would be too much and he'd overshoot the green.

Cocking his eyebrow, he smirked and said, "Don't take anything off your swing. You'll thank me later."

Taking the club, he hit it perfectly, the flush contact sounding like music to his ears. The shot soared, curving slightly right with his natural fade, the ball landing the normal distance he usually hit that club, some 165 yards away. Then to his surprise the ball spun back toward the pin, stopping within fifteen feet.

"Oh my God! I've never spun a ball like that before!" he exclaimed honestly.

Taking the club and cleaning the face, Bruce smiled. "You're welcome."

"Yeah. Thanks! How... how did you know?"

"You have a bit of a shallow swing. And you said it yourself, nice fairways. They make a difference."

Deciding then and there to fully trust Bruce, Neil was having one of the best rounds of his life. As he and Jeremy stood on the fourteenth fairway, waiting for Dennis and Sam, and their caddies to find the errant tee shots they'd hit, they had a moment alone of sorts.

"Do you think they'll press?" he asked, knowing the match was pretty much won and wondering if their opponents would make another wager on the rest of the holes to try and recoup some of their losses.

Jeremy grinned and said, "Not if they're smart. You're playing marvelous."

"So are you, although I've never heard it said quite like that."

He slapped him on the back and laughed. "That wasn't a saying from New Zealand, Neil. That was just me."

"Well I have to admit, you were right. They don't seem to care for the way you talk."

"Like I said, when people feel pressure, they react funny to things they view as different. Me being one of them."

"Well, you are really laying on the accent."

"This is actually how I used to sound. I've lost some of it from living in the States so long. It's fun reminding myself where I'm from like this."

"Do you miss home?"

"Some. I miss the rellies."

"The rellies?"

"My family. You know... the grandparents. Aunts, uncles, cousins. But this is home now. If the parents didn't move to the States, I don't meet Dawn. Hard to think I got the bad end of some deal when I get to go home to her every day."

"I can't argue with that."

"Besides, almost everyone moves from home at some point. Doesn't matter how far you go; if it's across a country, or around the world. It only matters if you lose touch with the people you love."

He didn't have to tell Neil that. It was something he'd learned just by being married to Ann. No one got that better than she did. In fact, one of the things he found so amazing was that even though he'd married and moved with her to West Virginia, he'd never felt closer to his own parents.

Jeremy caught him daydreaming for just a moment, and laughed. "Thinking of Anna, aren't you."

"Yeah," he smiled widely.

"Bet you can't wait to get back to her and give your ferret a run."

"Give my... what?" he chuckled, shaking his head at yet another odd phrase.

"I'll let you figure that one out on your own, mate!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The cab ride back to the condo was a celebratory one, the two fast friends each a hundred dollars richer. Well, not exactly that. But they at least broke even, the round costing a less than they won against their opponents and the cab fare to and from the course. Giving the rest of their winnings to their caddies as a tip, they felt good about playing a memorable round basically for free.

Helping the driver get their clubs out of the 'boot', as Jeremy put it... they carried them up the sidewalk, opening the door to an empty condo.

"Where do you think the girls are?" Neil asked.

"I dunno. My guess would be the beach."

Seeing a note on the table in the kitchenette, he shook his head. "You're right. They went to the beach. But it looks like they went to a different one. Dawn says here that we're supposed to catch a cab and meet them there."

"We have to take a cab?"

"Looks like it."

"Seems like a lot of trouble just to go to the beach when there's one so close."

"I'm sure knowing them, they have their reasons."

"I can only imagine. But we still have to shell out for another cab ride... two actually."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05



© 2014, All rights reserved – mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The cabbie dropped Jeremy and Neil at the curb, leaving them to find the beach on their own. It wasn't that hard, really. All they had to do was find the ocean. The beach would likely be right there next to it.

They'd returned the condo after an incredible round of golf at a fabulous resort course, only to find it empty. Not that they expected their wives to sit around and wait for them. Frankly, they'd expected them to go to the beach. What they hadn't anticipated was for them to go to a different one than the beautiful stretch of sand nearby that they'd been frequenting all week.

Having to take the cab to the location where the girls said they were going was the easy part. However, finding them looked to be the much more difficult task. The white sandy shoreline seemed endless, as did the crowd. People were everywhere. There seemed to be a thousand of those huge, colorful rental umbrellas dotting the beach as far as the eyes could see. And there were at least five times that many beach towels, all laid out randomly, creating a maze of sorts.

"Jeez, Jeremy. How in the world are we supposed to find them?" Neil asked.

"No clue, mate. I suppose we just start walking down the shore and keep an eye out."

"Yeah. I guess that's as good an idea as any," he shrugged.

They started on the very north end of the beach where they'd been let off. Heading south, they walked slowly at the waters' edge, trying to scan the sand as well as the surf, knowing they could be anywhere. It was a daunting task; one they feared was going to be a waste of time. There were so many people milling about they were worried they might miss them. In fact, it seemed certain they'd pass them by without knowing. It would have been easy for them to become frustrated, or even angry about their predicament. Yet they remained calm and focused, concentrating on the challenge.

It was hard to tell how far they'd walked, but it was certainly over a mile. The interesting thing was, the farther they went, the less crowded the beach became, and the more scantily clad the women were. Gone were the families with young children, with moms wearing one-piece bathing suits. Missing were the ladies in the more modest bikinis. The suits were suddenly all two-piece, and they became skimpier as they went south. Catching the sight of a gorgeous blonde strolling through the rolling surf, Jeremy stopped dead in his tracks.

"Neil! She's missing her togs!"

"Not only that, she's topless!"

"That's what I just said!"

Looking around, the men realized they'd stumbled upon an area of the beach where almost all of the women were without their bikini tops. Many of them were wearing thongs, showing off most of their ass cheeks. There were even few wearing just microscopic g-strings, including the two drop-dead gorgeous babes strutting directly toward them through the oceans' edge. 

"Holy SHIT!" Neil exclaimed, his grin as wide as his eyes.

"You can say that again!"

Dawn's g-string was a very pale yellow, while Ann's was white, and they each were incredibly small, barely covering their pubic area. They were also wet, along with the rest of their bodies. It was clear they'd been in the water, which made the material of the g-strings practically translucent; Ann's landing strip was clearly visible through hers. Between the view of their pussies and the rock hard nipples exposed on their bare tits, they were both turning heads as they made their way toward their men.

"Hello boys. Did you have a good time stroking your balls?" Dawn teased.

Ann chimed in, saying, "I don't think their done, Dawn. Looks like both of them want to play one more hole."

Neil shook his head and laughed. "Very funny. How long have you been practicing that little routine?"

"Ten minutes," she replied, not missing a beat as she leaned into her husband, giving him a deep, long steamy kiss, her arms draping over his shoulders.

"I can't believe you're naked," he whispered.

Pulling back, she did a little pirouette. "I'm not. I'm wearing a g-string. See?"

"Oh, I see... everything," he laughed. "Is it legal to be dressed... or undressed like that in public?"

"Seems to be. Everyone else on this part of the beach is. I think they let it slide because there are so many people here from other countries. No one's totally nude though."

"You might as well be."

"It kind of feels like I am," she giggled. "This is so amazing to be walking around like this baby. I've been so turned on all day! I had to get in the ocean to hide how wet my pussy is."

"What? You're wet now! I can see your strip."

"I know, but now people think it's from me being in the water, not from me creaming myself just from lying like this on the beach.

"H... how did you find this place?"

"Dawn called the desk at the resort and asked if there were any nude beaches around here. They told her there was one that they're talking about making fully nude, but it hasn't been made official yet. Then they told us if we come here, we could get away with being topless."

"What about the g-stings?"

"We kind of dared each other to do it. But when we got here we realized there are hundreds of other women wearing them too, we realized we weren't as daring as we thought we were. There are a lot of gorgeous women here." 

Running his fingers over her nipples right there in the open, he smiled. "You look so amazing, babe. I wouldn't worry about the other women. I don't think I could tear my eyes off of you if I wanted to."

"Oh, I'm not worried about you staring at the hot girls, baby. I expect you too. That's why we're here... to see and be seen. And trust me, we've been seen today!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was straddling Ann's ass, rubbing baby oil on her back, and her moans were making him hard. Make that harder. Her dark bronze skin was glistening in the golden rays of the Florida sun. She looked so natural lying there, head resting on her folded arms, a contented smile on her face.

He glanced over his left shoulder, catching the image of Dawn, safely in the arms of her husband as they stood waste deep in the Atlantic. He wondered for just a second if they were fucking from the way her legs were obviously wrapped around his body, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed.

"What are you thinking?" Ann asked, bringing him back to her.

"I'm thinking I can't believe we're here."

Her sexy smirk appeared. "What else are you thinking?"

"That I love the feel of your skin. It's so hot."

"I'm hot."

"You can say that again," came his smooth response, along with a snicker.

"I wasn't being conceited, baby. I meant I'm really horny. You know how I get from laying out in the sun. I get hot, and then I get horny. And I've been practically naked all afternoon in front of thousands of people. I can't tell you how many times I've had to stop from touching myself."

"Maybe you should let me do that for you."

"I'm pretty sure that would get us in trouble if we got caught. I'd hate to spend our last day in Miami dealing with that."

"Listen to you, being practical."

"I'm just being careful, that's all."

"That's not like you either," he laughed.

"Maybe not, but I promise to make it up to you later. Let's just enjoy me being like this for you right now."

He knew she was right. Fingering her right there on the beach was a bit too risky, even for them. But that didn't stop him from wanting to push the envelope at least a little. "Let's enjoy it more. Roll over and let me do your front."

Ann cooed, her smile widening as she put her sunglasses back on and rolled over. She raised her knees in the air, settling in with her feet near her ass. He looked over her body as he kneeled next to her, steam practically coming out of his mouth from being so excited. She noticed the huge bulge in the front of his trunks and licked her lips seductively.

"I see you're excited too."

He was almost panting as he leered at her, admiring her lithe, sexy frame; her feminine lines all the more stunning from the lack of tan lines; her long curly brown hair perfectly framing her angelic face. She looked like she was born there, a tropical babe in her natural habitat. "You belong here," he sighed. "You're a Goddess, Anna. You're... you're Aphrodite."

He smiled; his brilliant white teeth making her heart melt. The way his eyes washed over her, with love and lust swirling together in those bright blue irises; that stare had her feeling wet between her legs again. His broad shoulders hovered over her, his dark blond locks waving in the warm breeze. Her desire for him was overwhelming. If he suddenly insisted he wanted to fuck her right then and there, she honestly knew she'd spread her legs further and let him. 

"I belong with you. I belong to you... Adonis," she said with a playful lilt in her voice.

He wasn't sure if their use of Greek mythology was technically correct or not, but it was clear they both got the point. Her inflection made chest swell. He could feel the heat in her gaze, even if he couldn't see her eyes through her stylish lens. Her left hand grazed his leg as he poured baby oil on her upper chest near her neck, running it in a line between her breasts down toward her navel.

"Mmm... that's exactly how Dawn did that when we first got here," she teased, her fingers traipsing along his inner thigh.

His cock flinched at the thought, but he tried to remain somewhat calm. Starting at her shoulders, he rubbed the oil over her skin. The aroma alone would have had him rock hard if he wasn't already. It took him back to his days as an adolescent teenager, and how the hot young girls at the pool he'd frequent would put on suntan lotion or baby oil to lie and bake in the sun.

"Ever use Coppertone," he wondered nostalgically, recalling how that particular scent could also drive him wild.

Ann had used baby oil most of her young adult life. It was common then, because the harm of lying out without some kind of protection wasn't as well known. But she'd gradually started using more and more things with some kind of block in them. She loved tanning, but she also hated the idea of getting burnt, especially since she'd taken to lying out in the nude.

"Occasionally, whenever I use a sunscreen. I've used a lot of different brands lately. But there are still times where I just love the idea of being oiled up. Like today."

"You're incredible," he sighed to himself as he worked over her fit body.

She moaned, loving the feeling of his fingers on the outside of her breasts. Running her fingers further up his thigh, she felt him tense a little, which made her giggle lightly. He spent a lot more time coating her breasts than he needed to, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, it allowed her to toy with him, her nails gently scratching at his balls through his shorts. A gentle tweak of her nipples was his response.

He forced himself to move lower, rubbing the oil over her stomach. She sucked in her breath as he neared her pubic bone, his fingertips tickling her skin. Her legs shook a little, her knees moving wider, almost splaying open for a second in hopes that he might dare to go further.

But she knew he wouldn't.

Picking up one leg by her ankle, he lowered it to the towel covering the sand. Then he did the same to the other so he could work on them. Moving to her feet, he started there, rubbing in oil as he slowly began moving up. She found herself spreading for him, her thighs splitting wider to give him more room. He could see the outline of the ring in her labia against the thin, tight fabric of her g-string. The more she spread her legs, the more prominent it came into view.

Her hands were now at her sides, her tits rising and falling as she lay still. He worked on her upper thighs, moving methodically, massaging more than just coating her luscious body. The closer he got to her crotch, the more she tingled, longing for him to do what she wanted.

But she knew he couldn't. 

His job seemingly complete, he lay next to her, his right hand gently resting on her flat, toned abdomen. He was on his side, his head cradled in his left hand as he stretched out, admiring her slick, sexy body. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, knowing he was leering at her, loving the attention he was giving.

"That was wonderful," she said as his fingers moved lower, touching the very edge of her g-string, flicking at it.

"Better than Dawn?" he asked with a wry smile.

Turning her head, she saw the devilish look in his eyes. She felt his middle finger slip underneath, touching just the top of her strip of blonde pubic hair; toying with it... and her. She wondered how to answer his question, knowing he was teasing her. She wanted to say anything that would make him reach down just two inches further so that finger would graze over her clit.

But she knew he shouldn't.

Thinking of Dawn and how her hands had roamed over her body there on the beach like Neil had just done made her mind swirl with sexual imagery. Her touch had been so different, so feminine. And yet it had turned her on so much to let her fondle her body out there in the open. Not to mention that she'd done the same to her first and how amazing it felt to know she was likely being watched while she 'innocently' oiled up her friend. She wondered if anyone there thought by the way they were acting that they might be lovers instead.

Perhaps it was just that she and Dawn had spent some time together at the condo before deciding to hit the beach. Perhaps it was how they'd spent that time, and how the idea of trying to find a nude beach came up in the first place. Perhaps it was finding out there weren't any actual nude beaches, and how they'd decided they would dress to come as close to nude as they could. Perhaps, if she told him these things, he would slip that finger into her wet, wanting pussy right there, in full view on a public beach. She knew all the reasons he couldn't, and wouldn't, and shouldn't.

But perhaps... he just might.

"I wouldn't say it was better or worse. I just know it was amazing having her touch me like that on the beach."

"Did she touch you like this?" he said, moving that finger down a little lower, running back and forth across her landing strip.

"Actually, she went lower," she said, biting her lip nervously. 

"She did?" his voiced cracking, finding it hard to believe Dawn had been that daring. Hell, he was nervous just with what he was doing. 

"Wait... that was back at the condo," she teased as she lifted her glasses for a moment, making sure he could see her wink at him before dropping them back over her eyes and lying again on the sand.

He leaned in close, all of his fingers sliding under the top of her g-string. But the stayed still, his thumb gently rapping on her skin. "Sounds like you have a confession to make, Anna," he whispered.

"What would you like to know?" she said breathlessly.

"Whatever you feel like you should tell me."

"Do you want the full version, or the abbreviated one?"

"I want the one where you don't stall."

"Mmm... we'll go with the full version then," she smirked, still staring into the sky.

Her eyes were closed underneath her shades, a tranquil mood enveloping her. Somehow, amidst all the noise, it was just her and Neil and the surf. She took a deep breath, knowing he wasn't going to speak. He was waiting, patiently, like he always did.

"After you and Jeremy left, Dawn and I were sitting in that big pit in the living room. And we realized that was the first time we'd actually ever been alone together."

"Sure you have."

"No we haven't. Maybe we've been just the two of us talking, like in the kitchen. But you and Jeremy have always been there in the other room."

"What about when the two of you went shopping the other day? You were alone then."

"That's different. We were together, but there were a ton of other people shopping too. This was the first time we'd actually been alone."

"You make that sound unusual."

"It is, when you think about it. Here we are, thinking of each other as friends, and yet that was the first time it had ever been just the two of us together by ourselves."

"So you're not friends?" he laughed.

"I'm not saying that. Of course we are. I'm just saying that it was a little odd to realize it."

"You're friends with Tina. And you became friends with her without even meeting her first." 

Giggling, she nodded. "I know. I mentioned that to Dawn."

"Seems like I'm missing something."

"Just give me a second to explain, okay?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"So, we watched you and Jeremy climb into the cab through the window, and then we sat back in those cushions. She was on one side, and I'm kind of across from her, and we're just staring at each other for the longest time. It was like we were waiting each other out, seeing who would say something first."

"Say something about what?"

"Anything, really," she shrugged. "But the entire time, I'm looking at her. And we're both naked, you know, because of the honeymoon rules and everything. The next thing I know, she parts her legs and starts playing with herself while she's looking into my eyes. And she has this sexy smile on her face as she's doing it."

"Wow... what did you do?"

"I spoke."

"Ha. Okay, what did you say?"

"I told her she didn't have to do that by herself."

"And what did she say?"

"She asked if that meant I was going to do it with her, or if I was going to do it for her. And then she winked at me and stopped doing it for herself. She pulled up her knees and put her hands on them, and she kind of scooted down and opened herself up for me. And then... she waited."

"For what?"

"For me to crawl over to her. And I did, Neil. I was letting her lead, and she made me eat her."

"She made you," he stated, shaking his head, not believing she had to be forced.

"Maybe not like you make me do things, but that's how I interpreted it."

"Don't you mean that's how you chose to interpret it?" Her grin admitted what her words wouldn't, and he chuckled. "That's what I thought. Okay, so she made you. What happened next?"

"I ate her, and she came. And then she got up and went into her room."

"So she just left you like that?"

"Sort of. She told me to stay like I was, and she'd be right back. And I just happened to be on my knees, with my tits pressed against the cushions and my ass in the air. So, I kind of froze in that position. When she came back, she was wearing a big strap-on, and she asked me if I was ready to fuck."

"Where the hell did she get a strap on?"

"Her room, silly."

"I know that. But, why would she... she doesn't... they don't –"

"God, no. Don't be so silly... she doesn't use it on Jeremy. She said she bought it for me."

"What? When?"

"She said she got it when we sent her our RSVP for the wedding. She said that she was hoping we'd get a chance to go on our honeymoons together, so she took a chance and bought it."

"Okay, that doesn't make any sense, Anna. Where in the world would she get the idea that you'd want to do something like that in the first place?"

"My guess would be the bachelorette party. And it wasn't like she was getting it for me as a gift. It was more like... payback."

Ann took another deep breath, unsure if she wanted to say anything more. But she knew she had to. She'd started the conversation, in a way. And she was still a bit hopeful of what he might do to her there on the beach. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet, and he was still gently toying with her pubic strip underneath her g-string. It was driving her mad, and she was hoping to entice him to do even more.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05



Yet the idea that she now was telling about more than just what happened during the morning was concerning to her. It wasn't something she'd expected to do, especially now that it was delving into the night of her bachelorette party. She'd sworn that that night was just for her, and she wasn't going to share all the details with him. After all, she never asked about his bachelor party, insisting to him that he keep that night for himself. But that concession had more to do with wanting to keep her night as hers, more than anything else.

She had certainly been curious about what Matt had set up for him for the bachelor party, but not enough that it would mean sharing details of the events of her night. She'd found a way to bury that 'need to know', playing that feeling against her own desire to keep her night of debauchery to herself... and the girls that were actually there. Now she was torn. She accidentally put herself in a place where things didn't add up to Neil, and she didn't like the idea of keeping secrets if they might hurt.

Actually, the things she did during her party hadn't hurt anyone, including him. He knew that, which was why he'd never pressed her for details before. He'd let the subject drop almost as soon as it had happened, some eighteen months or so before. But now she'd brought it up again, and she was kicking herself inside. Just the idea that she now had to tell him that made her cringe. 

She wanted to make it all go away, even if it meant he'd back off and they'd stop teasing each other there like they were on the beach. She could live with that. Having to tell him about the night of the party wasn't something she was remotely prepared to do. Her mind was spinning, the dark, forbidden images of that night flashing like perverted, erotic pictures in her head. Images she always hoped to keep between herself and those that were there as part of it.

Why would he need to know that she'd fucked Dawn with a strap-on at Nancy's house before they ever left town, all as part of the rational for letting his former lover come along for the fun?

Okay, so that was actually Tina's idea, but Ann quickly seconded it. To be fair, she ended up fucking every woman that attended the party who Neil had had some kind of sexual encounter with, including Tina. It was all part of letting those women know that he belonged to her now.

But Dawn was the one she had eyes on all along when Tina informed everyone of the rules. It was just like Tina to volunteer to go first, hoping to put the group at ease with doing something so radical to kick off the night, but it worked. It set the tone for what would be a wild, unpredictable night.

While Tina came up with the premise, and was first in line to participate, it was Ann's idea to save Dawn for last. She went even further with her, fucking her in the ass after she finished with her pussy, announcing that it was a way of 'retribution' for Dawn being the first woman Neil had ever done that with. She could still hear Dawn's screams of ecstasy as she came several times from the relentless pounding she gave her that night. Regardless, how Dawn was 'allowed' to attend the bachelorette party wasn't really that important. It wasn't like Ann didn't end up making that up to her later that evening. 

And it was quite an evening. 

She thought of that night, and how she'd spent the majority of it without clothes. She'd been stripped of them from the start, made to march to the limo that way. The limo was parked behind the Nancy's house, next to the unattached garage behind modest two-story brick home. It was somewhat secluded back there, but it was still a bit unnerving to be naked out in the open, being led forcefully by her arms toward the limousine driver, wearing just her heels while everyone else was fully dressed. It felt humiliating, and in some ways it was. But it turned her on to no end... especially since she was blindfolded, with her wrists tied behind her back at the time. Once in the limo, Tina untied her hands.

The rest of the night, if she was in the limo, she was forcefully stripped naked, only allowed to wear clothes when they left the confines of the big car. She became Tina's plaything, made to do whatever she was told. She was used in any way Tina saw fit to entertain the women of the party. And that was one of the ways she paid Dawn back. She ate her later that night in the back of the limo. In fact, she'd eaten every one of the women Tina had invited at some point during the night, because Tina made her. Every single one of them... twice.

In the process, she'd been fondled, and spanked, and pinched, and eaten, and fucked with dildos at every opportunity along the way. Her pussy and ass were invaded so many times she lost count, by fingers and dildos and vibrators... even the heel of one of the girls' shoe. Her nipples were abused so often they burned, which only made her cunt wetter each time someone played with them. Toward the end of the night, her lips became numb and her jaw was sore from all the cunnilingus she'd performed.

At one point she experienced a stimulus overload. There wasn't a moment in the car when she wasn't doing something sexual, or having something done to her. She was never allowed in a seat, spending the entire time she was in the car on the floor between the plush leather seats, either on her knees or on her back. 

The first thing she had to do, as the car was pulling out of Nancy's driveway, was masturbate for them. She was told by Tina that she needed to cum three times before she could stop. That moment, when her third orgasm made her convulse on the floor and the car fall silent, set her mood for the rest of the evening. She was Tina's, and she knew it.

Yes, there had been some fun party games Tina had invented, and she wasn't the only one being 'forced' to do things sexually. Most of the girls lost at some point during Tina's twisted ideas for entertaining the gang, and they had to pay in some sexual way. But whoever won whatever game Tina devised, it was always Ann's talented tongue in their pussy as the prize.

That was one of the reasons for Tina's strict dress code. The women had all been instructed on how to dress; told by Tina to make sure they wore a short miniskirt and heels, along with a sexy top of their choice. She wanted everyone to participate, in part because she didn't want to single Ann out as the only one having to do things. She didn't want the night to seem like she was piling on her friend, hoping to keep everyone on edge.

Ann certainly was, mainly because of the blindfold. She was doing all these things, and having more done to her... so many hands fondling her body it was overwhelming. Even when they would stop at a destination, she had to get dressed with her eyes still covered. She was led into every place they went that night that way; blindfolded. The girls made it seem like it was a surprise party, not wanting her to know where they were going next. Ann knew better. Tina was playing on what she knew about her friend, whispering in her ear when she first tied her hands that she was Annabelle, and she belonged to her for the night.

She was a little surprised Tina didn't tie her hands after that. But Tina didn't want to make a spectacle of it. The blindfold would suffice to set the mood she wanted. While she wanted Ann to know she was in charge, it was a bachelorette party. She wanted Ann to remember the night as lighthearted, yet filled with unexpected thrills and sexual excitement. To that end, she had planned the night out carefully. 

It started with dinner. They went to an amazing authentic Japanese restaurant. Nothing that even hinted toward sex happened there, other than Ann wearing the blindfold into the lobby. And again, that seemed more like she was just being led there as a surprise. All Ann could remember was the laughter of a dozen women having a great time together while they ate and shared stories. Then the blindfold was put back on in that same lobby, and she was led to the limo. Naked moments later, she found herself eating a dessert she'd come to love. She didn't know whose pussy it was, only that it was wet and waiting as they made their way to the next stop.

And countless stops were made that night. After dinner they first spent over an hour dancing together in a big group at a nightclub with a live band. The thumping beat and sexy atmosphere was designed to get the women in the right mood. They left the club sweaty and horny, ready for naughtier fun. That started when they went to one of Tina and Ann's favorite haunts; the adult store in the center of town.

Each of the women was given fifty dollars to spend at the store; money fronted by Ann's mother and future mother. Of course, Jean and Betsy didn't know what the money would be for, but they also knew enough not to ask questions they didn't want the answers to. Tina handed out the cash and gave the women strict instructions. Buy a pair of sexy panties and put them on... except for Ann, who wasn't allowed to wear any that night. They were to spend the rest of the money on a memento for the evening they'd want to use at home.

From there they headed to their next stop, a hip singles bar, where they'd play a special game Tina devised. 

Each of the women knew beforehand what might occur that night. Well, other than Ann. They didn't necessarily know what they might be getting into, but they all knew how far Tina would allow things to go. There was going to be nudity. There was going to be sex. There were going to be orgasms in some way, shape or form. And... there were going to be men, albeit in a limited fashion.

Tina established a hard line from the start. It was the same line Ann had with Neil. No fucking men. As for anything up to that line, Tina intended to push the boundaries as far as she could. After all, it was a party specifically designed to be a woman's last night of unabashed sexual freedom before the restrictive bonds of matrimony. At least, that was the tradition, and Tina had every intention to making the night live up to that reputation. It was odd, since everyone knew Ann wasn't going to be that kind of bride, nor Neil that kind of husband. They were going to be an adventurous couple. But the dancing earlier had set the stage for some outrageous fun.

No one was forced, or made to feel obligated to participate. Tina wouldn't have it any other way. But as with any group, there comes peer pressure... so she reiterated that no one should feel they had to do something they weren't comfortable with. That said no one backed down when she challenged the group to a game of pick-up. In Indiana, a pick-up game almost always refers to basketball. But Tina put a different spin on it entirely. 

She offered a challenge. Every woman that was going to participate in the game needed to pick-up a guy. And by 'pick-up', that didn't mean just letting him buy a drink and then dance with him on the dance floor. The final step of the three part challenge was to take the guy back to the limo and suck him off. If the limo was occupied, they'd have to find someplace else outside the club to do it.

Just saying they did it wasn't good enough for Tina though. She wanted proof. And proof came in the way of each guy's cum. The women participating... which ended up being all of them, were each given a shot glass with Neil and Ann's name and wedding day etched on it as a party gift. All except Ann, who was forbidden to play. 

She was excluded deliberately. Tina was teasing her, wanting any physical encounters she had to be with women. But she also wanted her thinking of men. And watching the girls troll for a cock to suck was part of her plan.

As a twist, Tina instructed the girls they were all to introduce themselves as Anna. She wanted to spread the word around the bar about a mysterious girl that was sucking off guys. She toyed with her friend, saying she wanted to give her a reputation like she used to have.

So to prove Anna was a slut, the women were to suck off their chosen pick-up, then spit his load into the glass and bring it back inside the bar to the table they were all congregated around. The last one to bring back her full shot glass was the loser. She would have to walk back up to the man she sucked off and allow him to remove her new g-string there in the bar for a keepsake.

Nancy was the woman that ended up coming back last to the table. Some of the girls thought she delayed finding a guy to pick-up deliberately so she could be the one. In fact, Ann was the one that raised that possibility, saying Nancy wouldn't consider that a loss at all... as she'd probably pick someone she could hook up with later and the g-string would seal the deal to entice him to meet up and fuck some other night.

Regardless, Nancy acted as if she were ashamed of what she was being forced to do, saying she would rather trade places with Ann and do her task as part of the game. And that was to drink almost a dozen shots glasses filled with cum once everyone was back at the table.

It was one of the sluttiest things Ann had ever done. It gave her a perverse thrill to be downing a glass of sperm from someone she'd never met... or in some cases, even seen. It wasn't something she ever would have considered doing, and it made her wonder how Tina came up with it in the first place. But there she was, playing the obedient slave to Tina's Mistress, making a production of it, savoring the contents. 

One of the girls would hand her their proof, stating the name of the man as if it were a drink. Hearing someone proclaim, "Here's a glass of Mike," had a funny ring to it. Then again, she loved drinking shots of Jack at her Super Bowl party; although that drink had the last name Daniels. No one knew the last names of the guys, because they were told to keep the encounters to a first name basis. 

Ann would tilt her head letting the milky white cream roll over her tongue, her taste buds sampling it like a fine wine. Then she'd swallow, feeling a tingle run through her as the load would slide down her throat. Finally, she'd lick the glass, cleaning it before handing the empty to the girl that had handed it to her, knowing the shot glass was theirs to keep.

That wicked adventure was followed by two stops to male strip clubs. It wasn't necessarily Ann's cup of tea, but after drinking all that cum her friends collected, she was more open to the idea. With all the pussy she'd been forced to eat, the sight of big bulges in skimpy g-strings was suddenly appealing. She could still taste the lingering effects of the cock-tails she had at the bar... the only drinks she was allowed to have. Having a hard-bodied hunk thrust his pelvis close to her face brought out her lustful instincts; her pussy was dripping wet, and she wanted a cock.

That didn't happen through. She never got a lap dance at the either of the male clubs. She was able to touch a couple of the dancers next to the stage, and she certainly got some eye-candy. Thankfully, it appeared that most of the dancers were naturally well-endowed instead of artificially inflating their crotch sizes. But Tina wouldn't let her go back for a private show. That didn't come until they went to the strip club that featured women dancing; the one where Tiffany worked.

Ann was going to be the star. At least, that was Tina's intention. She was hoping for an amateur night, wanting Ann to go up on stage and actually become a stripper for the leering men in the audience. When she found out that was held a different night, she attempted to persuade the manager to let Ann go up anyway. But he cited rules that wouldn't allow it. Actually, it seemed he didn't want to deal with the headache that would come with setting a precedent, as an amateur on stage would take money away from the girls that worked there.

Tina understood, and found a way around it by making quick friends with Tiffany. It wasn't uncommon for a stripper to take a man on stage and make him part of the show. Tiffany was more than willing to do the same with Ann. She thought it would be a fun change from dancing for man. She had no idea what it would turn into.

A wicked smile appeared on her face as she lay on the beach; Neil continuing to stroke her soft strip of pubic hair beneath her nearly transparent g-string.

"It wasn't Tiffany's fault she didn't know I wasn't wearing panties," she thought.

A shudder ran through body as she remembered how she sat in a chair, placed strategically against the pole in the middle of the stage. She was facing the men in the audience; Tiffany's back to them as she started her routine. She felt her clit begin to throb, recalling how Tiffany had given her an erotic lap dance. 

It all seemed so innocent at first. That is if you could separate the idea that a scantily clad woman was gyrating on and around another sexy woman for the entertainment of a male dominated audience. That perception drastically changed when the talented dancer made Ann spread her legs so she could stand between them and rub her tits in her face. For Tiffany, it was a way to expose her cunt to those eyes closest to the stage, offering a hint of what was beneath the baby blue g-string as she bent over at the waist. But the gasp that occurred, then the hooting and hollering that followed, told her something was much different. 

"How could she have known Tina wouldn't let me wear them?"

The rush that ran through Ann at that moment on stage was profound. Her pussy was totally exposed, in a club where it was forbidden for the dancers to do the same. She grinned when she remembered the expression on Tiffany's face when she got on her knees to simulate going down on her, the hot breath on her pussy making it drip.

A cool breeze blew off the ocean as those thoughts and hundreds more from that night flashed through her mind like a VHS tape on fast forward. She felt Neil licking at her neck, and she humped her hips ever so slightly, wanting him to press harder against her mound. She didn't anticipate what he did next though.

Feeling the shudder, he knew. It was as instinctive as anything he'd ever felt before. She was fighting the idea of having to share her intimate memories of that night. It had been over six months since the night of their respective parties, and they'd barely talked about them. They each knew a few details, but they agreed early on not to pry. The truth was, just like Ann, he didn't need to know. He trusted his wife, and it was in their past. He was more excited about where they were, and what they were doing in the moment.

Alleviating her fears, he whispered, "Babe, if it had to do with that night, I don't want to know. I assume if Dawn was giving you payback, you likely deserved it."

She let out a long sigh, wondering how she ever became so lucky to have a man in her life like Neil. Any other guy would have been pressing her for details long ago, unable to drop the subject. And now that she'd opened the door, they would have settled for nothing less than full disclosure. Instead, he was letting her off the hook. How could it be that he was in such control that he could put his lust-filled curiosity aside so easily once she implied she would tell him what happened? 

"I did," was all she could say, acknowledging she had it coming. 

"Okay, so, she fucked you today," he stated, getting back to the present. To what mattered.

Excited that he'd let things slide, she quickly jumped at the chance to tell him about her morning with Dawn, vowing to tread more carefully as she shared the details. "Twice... first in my pussy, and then she fucked my ass. That's when she felt up my pussy. She was rubbing my clit while she pounding my ass with that big thing she was wearing."

"So I guess she did rub your entire body today, didn't she?" he grinned.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05



"Uh huh. When we finally finished, she took off the strap-on and we just held each other for a while. It felt so nice just to be in her arms like that. I finally said something about wishing we could stay naked all day, but I also wanted to spend my last day at the beach. And that's when she said we should try to do both. When we got here, we oiled each other up. It's been a pretty good day!"

He pulled his hand away, picking up the bottle of baby oil. Flicking open the cap, he poured some directly on her g-sting, letting the clear liquid flow down over her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she sat up on her elbows, watching him set the bottle down. 

"Making it a better day," he grinned. She almost came as soon as his hand touched her crotch. He rubbed the oil over her pussy, pressing his fingers hard against her labia. She started to squirm, but he stopped and quietly scolded her. "Don't draw attention to us, or I'll stop. Just lie there, and act like the Goddess that you are; like you're supposed to be here like this."

He resumed, running his middle finger through the folds of her pussy, pushing the fabric of her g-string into her hole slightly. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit, and she knew he was doing it deliberately. She could feel her body start to flush, not from nerves or embarrassment, but from being so turned on she thought she might burst. His movements were slow and deliberate. He'd move his hand to her thigh or to her stomach, making it harder for people to know for sure what he was up to.

Not that he seemed to care. She was stunned that he never looked around to see who might be looking their way. He only watched her, his movements free and natural, like it was something anybody on the beach would be doing on a picture perfect Friday afternoon.

The truth was, there were so many beautiful half-naked women and men walking around, they didn't bother to see what they were doing there on their towel. And if they did, they didn't care either. That was the atmosphere they were in. Her impression that Miami was an exotic location was accurate, especially on the particular part of the beach they were on. The crowd was indeed international. They'd likely seen it all before. Many had probably done it. So the liberties Neil was taking with his wife on the bright white sand didn't seem to faze anyone else one way or the other.

That didn't stop the thrill she felt when he slipped his hand back underneath her g-string, coming closer and closer to her clit. She felt his fingertip glide over it, her chest jutting upward in anticipation as she caught her breath. Then he toyed with her opening, playing with her ring. She couldn't take it, her hand moving to his body, running along his torso. She wanted to grab his cock, but it was just out of reach, her fingers scratching lightly at his hard stomach.

"Oh God," she mouthed, the words still trapped in her throat as she felt his finger curl, slipping inside her pussy to the first knuckle. There wasn't much penetration, but it might as well have been his entire cock the way it felt to her at that moment. He rested the heel of his hand on her clit again, pushing against it as he cocked his wrist, gently moving that finger in and out of her. It moved so slowly, but he wiggled the end as he fucked her. It seemed like such a minor thing to him, but it sent ripples of pleasure throughout her lower body.

Her tits jutted upward again, her body reacting to how he played with her. She was already perspiring from the sun beating down, but her temperature was rising with her pulse. She tried to breathe calmly, but it was becoming shallower by the second. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, her eyes clamping shut. Her hand left his body, both of them clutching at the sand through towel. Her toes were curling, her body stiff. She had to fight to keep from drawing her legs up and spreading them lewdly, making it obvious to others what he was doing to her.

But he wasn't really doing all the much. It wasn't like he'd started thinking he was going to get her off. He was just toying, and not in a spiteful sense. He'd been inspired by her telling him what she'd done with Dawn, and he wanted to take that excitement she'd felt in coming to a semi-nude beach and build on it. He didn't think about denying her an orgasm deliberately. He just couldn't push things too much because of where they were.

And where she was at the moment was teetering on the edge. At times she was so close she swore she had already started. At others, she knew she was so damn far away. Her climax became the elusive brass ring, seemingly just out of her reach. It was a cruel paradox. She had never wanted to cum so much in her life, and at the same time it scared the hell out of her that it would happen right then and there on that beach.  

"Neil, please!" she pleaded, not really sure what for. She wanted to cum desperately, and she was frantic for him to stop... both thoughts colliding in her head at the same time. 

"You two look like you're having a good time," Dawn said with a giggle, plopping down on the empty blanket next to Ann.

"The finger stalls are always in the back of the theatre, mate," Jeremy joked, his term lost on Neil.

Still, he found himself removing his hand, licking his finger. Ann whined, but deep down she was relieved. She pulled up her legs at the knees, sitting up on her elbows, her thighs still parted wide as she looked out onto the ocean. She was lost in thought for a moment, watching the big waves cresting in the distance before rolling onto the shore. Her sigh was heavy, and she felt Dawn's arm wrapping around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Ann. We didn't mean to interrupt."

Leaning her head to the left, she rested it against that of her friend. "It's okay, Dawn. I'm not sure I could have handled it anyway." 

"Well if anyone could, it would be you."

The words were reassuring, if not a bit presumptuous. But they made her heart smile. 

Jeremy teased Neil, kidding him about finger fucking his wife on the beach. "We leave you two alone, and then next thing you know you've got your finger up her fanny."

"Uh, no I didn't."

Dawn laughed and said, "Yes you did."

"No... I didn't."

"I really have to get you a New Zealander dictionary, Neil. Fanny means pussy."

"Good lord! Really! What is it with you people? And how did you learn all of this, Dawn?"

She grinned at her husband, thinking about how she'd had to learn the ins and outs of his slang. But she loved him for it. "Well to be honest, that one was a bit of a hit and miss for me as well. I eventually figured it out, the hard way," she winked. 

Ten minutes later they had packed their things, walking up the beach so they could find a taxi to take them back to the condo. Neil and Jeremy were back to talking about their round of golf, reminiscing about great shots, and how they'd pulled one over their opponents.

"Did you see their faces when they realized we actually knew each other," Neil laughed.

"Yeah, that was brilliant," he replied.

Dawn and Ann were reminiscing as well, only about more recent events. "Can I ask you something, Dawn?"

"Of course."

"Were Neil and I being watched on the beach?"

"You mean when we walked up?"

"Yeah."

Shaking her head, she said, "Not that I could tell. We didn't really notice until we were right up on you. Why?"

"I just wonder if we could have gotten away with it," she smiled, a hint of regret in her voice.

"Don't think about that. Think about how much fun we're going to have tonight," she grinned.

Nodding, Ann's spirits picked up. "Do you think they'll go for it?"

"Just stick to the plan. I'm pretty sure if we do, they'll follow us anywhere we want to go."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Is this one good enough?" Jeremy asked Dawn, exasperated at the search.

"I don't know, but we'll find out," she said with a smile as she walked through the door with Ann, making the guys wait outside again.

"Women," Neil laughed, infinitely more patient than Jeremy was being.

"Yeah, I guess."

Ann poked her head back through the door and motioned for the men to join them. "This one is great. And there's no wait."

"Why would there be?" Jeremy scoffed. "It's after eight now!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Feeling better now," Ann said to Jeremy, her head resting on his shoulder as she fed him a huge butterfly shrimp dipped in a tasty secret sauce.

"Mmm... yes," he hummed, feeling his wife's foot massaging his balls through his pants.

He looked across the table toward her, watching as Neil nibbled at her earlobe before turning his attention back to his plate of scallops, stabbing one with a tiny fork and bringing it to her mouth.

It was the most unusual dinner ever. Dawn and Ann wanted to go out to eat, deciding that since it was their last night of their respective honeymoons, they wanted to go someplace special. They just didn't happen to have one in mind, other than it had to be a fine dining experience. 

When they'd gotten back to the condo from the beach, they all took showers, getting cleaned up and ready as quickly as they could. Well, at least the men had. The women took their time, primping themselves. And as the hour got later, the hungrier Jeremy became. In truth, they were all famished. But he was the one that started lashing out when they began looking for a place to eat, not understanding that the girls had... a plan.

To start, that plan all hinged on finding the right place to eat. It didn't really matter what kind of food establishment they went to, at least as far as the cuisine. They were more interested in the atmosphere. It had to be elegant. It had to be intimate. It had to be dimly lit. And it had to have a booth. 

That last criteria was the one that was proving the most difficult. They'd stopped at over a dozen places along a swank part of the city, each one looking amazing. But each one had only tables. It was part of the chic factor, booths seeming to be too pedestrian for their clientele. Any other time, that would have been perfect, because it did make the restaurants feel more stylish. But this was a time where that detail fell further down on the list of requirements.

They found themselves wandering further, away from the trendy strip of dining establishments, toward an older part of town. There, they stumbled upon a seafood place, the front weathered from years near the ocean. But there was also a charm about it. It wasn't pretending to be hip, or fashionable, but you could tell it once was. And that appealed to Ann and Dawn. 

So did the booth. They were able to ask for one that was secluded, and with the place only being half full, the request was easily accommodated. Neil sat down and scooted toward the wall, and to his surprise, Dawn sat next to him. It also came as a bit of a shock that Ann sat directly across from him, her dark eyes filled with excitement. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed, knowing they had their reasons, and trusting enough in his wife to go with the flow. Although it did come as a revelation that he suddenly wasn't married to Ann.

When the waitress came to take their order, Dawn clutched onto Neil's arm and announced that both couples were on their honeymoon. But the inference she gave by holding onto him, and then kissing him on the cheek, was that he and Dawn were one of the couples. Ann quickly jumped in, introducing her 'husband' Jeremy.

"What was that all about?" Jeremy asked when the waitress walked away.

"What do you mean?" Dawn replied with an impish grin.

He turned to Ann and said, "You're my wife? What are you two up to?"

"We just thought we could have a little fun on our last night together," Ann hissed, leaning in closer to him, if that were even possible.

"Anna?" Neil said sternly, his eyes narrowing, "What's going on... exactly?"

He felt his wife's bare foot between his legs. Having slipped off her sexy heel, she was toying with his balls like she'd done so many times. But Dawn's hand joined in, gently massaging his suddenly growing shaft.

"I told you, Dawn and I want to have some fun on our last night together. What's to explain?"

"You could start telling me about the whole 'married to Jeremy' thing."

"Okay. Right now, I'm Anna Hunter. And the woman that appears to be playing with your cock under the table is your wife, Dawn Thomas."

"Wait... are we... swapping?" Jeremy asked, before nearly leaping out of his seat when he felt Ann's hand come to rest on his lap, fondling his shaft, making it hard.

"In a matter of speaking, we've already swapped," Dawn nodded. "I told you when we got engaged that I wanted sexual adventure in our lives."

"I know that."

"And we've had an amazing week, haven't we?"

"Well, of course," he replied. Then he leaned forward, almost as if he thought the other real couple at the table couldn't hear him. "Dawn, if you think for one second that I'm going to let you fuck Neil, you're out –"

Dawn put her hand up, a reassuring smile appearing, stopping his train of thought dead on the tracks. "I never said anything about fucking Neil, or anyone else, for that matter. In fact, Ann and I haven't said anything at all about tonight."

Neil found himself chuckling inside. It was like he was watching a conversation between himself and Ann from months before, the two of them learning about each other, searching for a way to experiment sexually as a couple while finding their boundaries. Now, Dawn and Jeremy were doing the same thing in the infancy of their marriage. 

Ann stepped in, her hand moving from Jeremy's crotch to his arm. "Trust me Jeremy. I know how dangerous this seems. After all, Neil and Dawn were lovers before we ever came along in their lives. But if they weren't just that, you and I aren't even sitting here tonight, are we?"

"Not sure how that's supposed to make me feel better about this."

"Look, all we're doing is having a little fun. But rest assured, Neil and I have a line that will never be crossed. I don't fuck other men... period."

"Okay... but does that mean he fucks other women?"

Ann shrugged and said, "Occasionally, as long as I'm there and I approve of her. It's kind of hard to explain, but I like sharing him every now and then."

"Again, how is that supposed to make me feel good about swapping?"

Dawn's bare foot landed in Jeremy's lap, her toes pressing against his conflicted cock. "Because, sweetie... I have the same line Ann has. I don't fuck other men either."

"Then what's the point of swapping?"

"Hmm... you'll see," Ann said as she licked the edge of his ear.

The dinner turned out to be fantastic, especially once Jeremy calmed down and relaxed about the whole 'exchanging of the wives' angle. Since both Dawn and Ann were playing with his crotch from time to time, he lost interest in worrying, content to let the evening play out, trusting his wife knew what she was doing.

Neil relaxed as soon as his dinner arrived. He'd come to terms with Ann's sexual escapades months before. She had an active imagination that just happened to be naughty, and he'd yet to have an experience she'd been involved in that he regretted. For him, it was kind of nice to see some other, well... bloke, as Jeremy liked to say, go through the mental torment of whether to participate or not.

Of course, it didn't hurt that both Ann and Dawn were toying with him too, the two of them taking great delight in making both men harder and hornier as they ate a wonderful meal, sharing morsels of food back and forth like they were at some Roman orgy.

If there was a sexy way to eat, Ann and Dawn were attempting to show it. And feeding their new significant other was all a part of the plan. Neil hadn't brought a single mouthful of food to his own mouth. Dawn was taking care of that for him. He'd feed her from time to time, but she was doing most of the work. And Ann was doing the same for Jeremy.

They were on their second bottle of an incredible wine, the peaceful numbness they were all feeling making them giggle as they finished their meal. When the waitress came, Neil was alert enough to grab the check and whip out a credit card, handing it back before Jeremy realized what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Dawn asked.

"Paying for dinner, dear," he smiled, acknowledging their 'relationship'.

"Seriously, Neil, we should split that. This place is expensive."

Breaking character for just a moment, he said, "Dawn, you and Jeremy let us come intrude on your honeymoon. You're paying for the room."

"No we're not. Jeremy's parents are. It's part of their wedding gift. And you're NOT intruding. We're having a blast with you and Anna."

"Nevertheless, we want to do this. Please?"

"Well... okay. But I'm going to have to pay you back somehow," she giggled, her hand going back to his crotch, her mouth moving to his.

Ann watched as her husband shared a long, soulful kiss with Dawn. Turning to Jeremy, she gave him a devilish grin. "How come you don't kiss me like that anymore, honey?"

Her fingers went to the back of his head, twining into his thick strands of hair. Pulling him to her, she parted her lips, closing her eyes as she pressed her mouth to his. She slipped her tongue past his lips, flicking it over his teeth, feeling him moan in her mouth. She took his hand, placing it on her chest, holding it over her tit to let him know where her mind was.

When they finally pulled back, they caught Dawn and Neil staring at them out of the corner of their eyes. Panicking, Jeremy pulled his hand away from Ann's breast, much to her chagrin.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I... I don't know," he stuttered.

"Just so you know, Dawn and I've talked about this. So, until we swap back, I'm your wife. And anything goes... except for fucking. Okay?"

"Same here love," Dawn whispered to Neil, the back of her fingers brushing against his cheek.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil couldn't stop grinning. He was trapped in the middle of a déjà vu moment, the erotic dream he'd had more than once coming to life before his very eyes. "God my cock hurts," he said to himself, resisting the urge to stroke the throbbing shaft.

He'd first had that dream a year before, the very week he'd first met Dawn, and then found Ann a few days later. Those two women, and the amazing sexual experiences he'd had with each of them individually during that nine-day span filled his visions on what seemed like an hourly basis. And then one magical night, they'd melded, both women popping into his head, the erotic images seeming so real.

He'd fallen for both of them in one way or another. He was so deeply in love with Ann that he asked her to marry him, unwilling to let her walk out of his life. Dawn had become his lover, the intensity of their relationship becoming one that he knew he'd carry a place in his heart for her forever. And both of those liaisons happened so close together that they started to mesh as one in his dreams.

Dawn would pop into his head, and he would begin fantasizing in his subconscious about how she had sex with Jill on the floor of Mark's home. And somehow, Jill turned into Ann. It became the two of them writhing together in perfect time with the X-rated movie playing on the television. He'd had that dream many times since, even shortly after he got married, mainly because Ann had put on the wig Dawn had given her as a naughty wedding gift and pretended to be the character she'd played that night. In that dream, Dawn became Jill, and the roles were switched.

And now they'd switched again, and it wasn't a dream. It was real, and yet it was still so strangely odd.

Dawn was playing his wife. Ann was pretending to be Jeremy's. Yet soon after they'd found their way back to the condo, they began the night's fun doing what they would have done no matter who they were supposed to be married to. The women were having sex with each other. It was all a part of their plan.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 06



© 2014, All rights reserved – mimaster

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"Happy anniversary, baby," Ann cooed, her naked body sliding up against Neil's under the single sheet covering them.

"Mmm... happy anniversary," he replied, their lips meeting for a long, steamy kiss.

It was hard to believe they'd already been married a year. They'd gotten off to a pretty good start as far as marriages go, although there were a few arguments during the first few months. It was all a part of learning to live with someone you loved but didn't really know all that well.

They'd each discovered the little idiosyncrasies that bugged them about their partner; pet peeves that could fray their nerves from time to time. But they had quickly learned to overlook the minor ones and talk about the ones that they found too irritating to ignore. They became really good at making compromises. Actually, Neil always excelled in that area. It was one of his strong suits. It was Ann and her stubbornness that usually led to an argument.

On the few occasions where things got heated, and Ann stepped out of line to the point that a disagreement became an all out fight, Anna Renee would readily appear shortly afterward to be...well, punished. But that didn't happen all that often. In fact it hadn't for well over six months.

Not only had Anna Renee not made an appearance for quite some time, neither had Annabelle. They'd decided as a couple to shelve that part of their lives for the time being, content to play out other fantasies when the mood arose. It seemed Anna was always lingering around, willing to play, and their love life flourished.

Ann had eventually gotten used to his unusual work schedule, finding positives in each shift that would outweigh some of the negatives. His rotating schedule still wasn't ideal, but they made the best of it. Of course, it helped that she wasn't working, but they knew after several times of dealing with the stress that would come from making a shift change that they'd make it work no matter what.

There was stress, though, and it affected both of them when he would switch. He'd be irritable for the first couple of days after he changed, trying to get his sleep patterns adjusted. And she'd be cranky the days leading up to a change, knowing it was coming. But all in all, after doing it for almost a year, they'd adapted, knowing they couldn't change the circumstances of his job and its hours.

It was obviously always best when he was on day shift, and he currently was. Life actually seemed normal. And while the other two had some really great benefits from a sexual side that they used to their advantage, working a somewhat normal day was so much better. And it helped get them through the tougher shifts.

He was lying back, staring at the ceiling. She was curled up against his body with her left leg over both of his. Toying with his nipple, her finger traced circles around the edge of his small areola, her soft humming making his cock begin to stir. Actually, he was already hard, but now she could see his stiffness pressing against the sheet that was covering them.

"It's a pretty day outside baby. They said on the news it's going to get up into the mid 50s."

He could see the sun had risen through the window, the brilliant rays bouncing off the mountain range in the distance to the west. They'd neglected to close the blinds the night before, a deliberate move knowing the light would wake them naturally. They hated to set an alarm on his day off, and yet it was their Anniversary, and Ann wanted to spend as much of it awake as they could.

"It does look like it's going to be a nice day," he agreed, his arm around her shoulder, running his fingers lightly along her spine.

It was hard to imagine having such nice weather in December, but the mild winters they'd discovered in their area made for a pleasant surprise like that every now and again. Of course, this was only their second winter in West Virginia, and they were only really starting it. But she had come to love the area, what with it having all four seasons as compared to California, and the fall being so spectacularly beautiful if made her finally feel at home.

Still, she missed California. In a lot of ways, she felt that was her real home, like she'd been born and raised there instead of her native Indiana. And while she loved where she lived now, a big part of that was because of Neil. As beautiful and amazing as she found her new home state, it was hard to imagine living there on her own. She missed Dana dearly, calling her several times a week. The same could be said for Missy, and to a lesser extent Sonya, and her California mom, Billie. Hell, she even missed Dawn, now living in Arizona, calling her every week since their shared honeymoon. Maybe it was just a West Coast thing.

They were all her friends, and they meant the world to her. She felt lucky that Neil was so understanding about the frequent phone calls she'd make. She seemed to call someone in the Pacific Time zone every other night, most often Dana. And she called even more when he was on second shift, finding a friendly voice a big help on the evenings she was alone while he was working. But over the last few months, she finally felt like West Virginia was not just where she currently lived. It felt like she belonged there.

It helped that she'd finally met some other people. Their next door neighbors, a wonderful older couple, had sort of adopted them, treating them like their own kids. They were helpful, and friendly, and a little quirky... but they were good people. And they weren't meddlesome, which both Ann and Neil found to be nice. There's nothing worse than a nosy neighbor, trying to make your business theirs, and the Wallace's were anything but that.

Jason was a handsome, slightly graying, athletic type in his early 50s that worked for a local government agency. His wife Felicia was in her late 40s, but looked much younger. She was a trim, sexy, brunette, her southern charm mixed with a worldly air about her. She was a stay-at-home mom of sorts, although their three kids were all grown and gone. It was probably more accurate to describe her as a stay-at-home grandmother, as she would sometimes babysit one of her two during the day.

Felicia and Ann had become close, the two of them getting together almost every day for morning coffee. Jason had befriended Neil, taking him golfing several times, and he was quick to offer one of his many power tools from his immaculate garage; one that looked like it was a satellite store for Craftsman.

That friendship had helped Ann immensely, kind of giving her a home base. But she'd also made a few other friends in town besides Heather, Carol and Martina. She made them the way she usually did, just by being herself. She'd gotten used to the area, and the hills, and quickly found her way around. Being on her own all those years had helped her become independent, forging a kind of bravery. She wasn't afraid to go out and meet the world, always on her terms. She lived in West Virginia, but she still had that California flair about her.

All in all, she felt comfortable in her marriage, and in her home. She'd spent the summer doing landscaping. Actually, she had Neil do a lot of that on his days off, telling him what she envisioned, with him doing the heavy lifting, so to speak. But he didn't mind. And he took care of the yard itself, doing the mowing and trimming, something that she wanted no part of.

But when he was away, she planted... more things than he could imagine. And she watered. And she fertilized the plants and trees. She pruned and trimmed and shaped. And by the fall, he was stunned at how amazing the outside of the house looked. It was like something out of a magazine. It looked... like the inside. It was perfect. She'd turned their little house into a stylish, contemporary home.

The one thing that surprised him was that she hadn't really done anything to the master bedroom. Well, not compared to the other rooms of the house. She'd put up wallpaper in the kitchen. She'd painted the living room a shade of beige and put up a border. She sponge painted the bathrooms. She even painted the guest room and added a border to it.

It didn't surprise him that she didn't do anything with the small bedroom, other than to put in a daybed and some other furniture. She'd mentioned casually once that she envisioned that as a nursery someday, and he naturally assumed she was saving any serious redecorating of that room for when that time might come. But they hadn't talked about having kids just yet. It was far too soon in their marriage for that.

It did surprise him that she hadn't painted the master bedroom though. All she'd done was hang a few pictures, and add some ornate window treatments. But there was no wallpaper, no border... the walls remained a pristine white. And maybe that was the idea. Not only was that the color of the walls, it was the color of the room. The big comforter was white. So were the pillow shames. They had a set of red satin sheets they'd use during other times of the year, as well as black ones and gold ones, but during the winter she'd placed a white set on the king-sized bed, along a white duvet that went between the top sheet and the comforter.

It made the room bright, and pristine looking. When she'd first told him what she was thinking of doing, he imagined it would come out looking sterile, like a clean room of sorts. Instead, it turned out to be incredibly romantic.

With the temperatures not being that cold outside, and the heat turned on during the night so they could keep the shades up, they ended up kicking the comforter and duvet toward the foot of the bed during the night. Waking up with just the pure white silken sheet over their bottom halves, they lay there, holding each other, Ann still curled against him, toying with his areolas and nipples.

"So, what do you want to do today, lover?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"I don't know, why?" he asked, thinking she probably already had something on her mind. After all, Ann seemed to love coming up with erotic things for them to do.

But she didn't. She deliberately didn't want to plan anything, on the off chance the he might have. She didn't want to take a chance of ruining anything on what was supposed to be a special day for them. And it was already special, just waking up beside him.

She went with the obvious answer, saying, "Well, it is our anniversary."

"I know," he hummed happily, his fingers running along the soft skin of her bare back.

"So, don't you think we should do something?"

"I am doing something," he said, kissing her forehead.

"You know... it's also Sunday."

He felt her trying to cajole him into coming up with something; some plan or idea. But he simply nodded and said, "Uh huh... I know."

"It's our day, baby. The day we share with each other."

"And I am."

Moving up to look him in the eye, she gave him an adorable pout. "Aw, Neil, are you teasing me?"

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"No... I want you to tell me what you want to do."

"Uh huh... I know," he said with a wicked smile.

"So you are teasing me."

"Not really. I'm just lying here, loving how you feel against my body."

"And that's what we're going to do today? Just lay here?"

"Mmm... maybe," he said, taking her into his arms, pulling her on top of him.

They kissed, tender and slow. But she persisted, pulling back to look into his eyes again.

"I'll do whatever you want today. You just have to say it," she said in her sexiest voice. It was a blatant attempt to bribe him, but he wasn't biting. At least not yet.

"Anything?" he asked, arching his eyebrow.

She ran through the rolodex of possibilities in her mind. She wasn't really up for 'anything'. She just wanted to do something exciting. But she'd opened her mouth. Not wanting to disappoint him on a Sunday, and her anniversary of all days, she relented.

"Yes, baby. Anything. If you want me to be Annabelle, or Anna Renee, or just plain Anna, I'll do it. Just say the word."

"Well, you'd have to be bad to be Anna Renee, so I don't see that happening today. But... you'd really be Annabelle for me," he grinned, feeling her shake at his statement.

"Y... yes. Is that what you want?"

She suddenly felt her heart sink. That was actually the last thing she wanted to hear, which was why she offered it first. She'd gone with some kind of odd logic, a perverse reverse psychology, thinking to say the things she didn't want first in hopes that he'd gloss over them and choose something else.

The truth was she didn't want to be Annabelle. She hadn't for a while. She still loved the idea, and she knew she would submit to him that way again. But it was something she had to get into the right frame of mind to do in order to enjoy it and that usually took her several days, or even weeks. Of all the things she did for him, that one was the hardest for her physically and mentally, and it wasn't something she just wanted to do on the spur of the moment.

It was odd. She had no problem playing Anna Renee, which was just as physically demanding on her. And mentally too, she supposed. Then again, that wasn't really a role. It was more of a side of her; the stubborn side that would be unreasonable and demanding, and would push Neil's buttons deliberately, knowing what would eventually happen when he calmed down later.

When she did those things, he'd finally reach a breaking point and walk away, only to return. And when he'd return, she knew what was coming. There was something about the way she acted beforehand, and the time he gave her to reflect on her actions, that prepared her for what was to come. And that was odd, because while she was technically being punished, she actually got off on it. The way he'd fuck her in those circumstances was incredible. She sometimes thought that that was why she pushed his buttons in the first place.

Knowing that, it was strange she even mentioned being Anna Renee. It wasn't something she became by just donning an outfit. It was something that happened when she made him angry to the point she needed to be set straight. She was hoping he'd want to find something to do with Anna. But now that she'd opened her big mouth and offered pretty much anything, she was stuck. And pride wasn't going to let her back out.

She looked in his eyes, waiting for him to say she should get prepared. She could mentally see him walking across the room, going to retrieve the key in the jewelry case on her dresser. She could picture him unlocking the chest at the foot of their bed, removing things to use on her as Annabelle. It seemed like he waited an hour to answer her question.

Neil couldn't believe his ears when she said that she'd submit to him. He knew better; her body language was practically screaming she didn't want to do it. But he knew her. There was no way she'd back down after not only offering, but then confirming she would. Yes, she had asked him if that was what he wanted, her way of trying to wiggle out of it. But he knew how prideful she was, and how important it was to her to live up to her obligations.

Offering her an out, he said, "Are you sure? You're really willing to be Annabelle for me, today of all days?"

Slowly nodding her head, she said, "Yes, Neil. I love you," her voice low and shaky.

"I love you too, babe," he said, kissing her forehead again.

She was surprised in that he didn't call her Annabelle that moment. Or any other name for that matter. Still, she was resigned to how her day was going to be spent, and she took a deep breath, trying to rush her brain into getting mentally prepared. Pushing against his chest, she lifted off him so she could start getting ready.

"Whoa, where are you going?" he laughed as he grabbed her and pulled her back down, rolling over with her so that he was on top.

She let out a squeal, but it wasn't as playful as he normally would have heard, her nervousness evident to him. "I... I was just going to g... get ready."

"For what?"

"I need at least an hour to become Annabelle, Neil. I hope you understand."

"An hour. Fuck that. I'm not waiting an hour," he grinned, hoping to get her to lighten up.

"Look... I –"

"I thought it took you a week to be able to do that. Isn't that what you've always told me?"

"Well, at least a few days. But this is different. So, give me an hour, and I'll be ready."

"No it's not, and no you won't."

She became confused, unsure of what he was saying, and what he wanted of her. And all she could ask was, "What?"

"No, this isn't different. And no, you won't be ready in an hour."

"Neil, I don't understand."

"Ann, I don't want to be with Annabelle today. Or Anna Renee. Or even Anna. This is our first anniversary, babe. And I want to spend it with you."

"With me?" she replied, her eyes welling up.

He kissed at tears as the rolled down her cheeks, tasting the salty discharge. "Yes, babe... I want to spend it with you. We talked about this in Denver when we went on our honeymoon. Ann is one of your personas too... and she's the woman I fell in love with."

Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a long, wet kiss. "You're so mean," she finally said. "I can't believe you had me thinking you wanted to be with Annabelle."

"I can't believe you offered. What were you thinking there?"

"I... I just wanted to please you. That's all."

"Well, for the record, as much as I love it when we do that, I do it to please you. Not the other way around."

Her eyes widened, what he said making more sense then she ever realized. He would never just want to do that if she wasn't into it. He wasn't sadistic by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, the first few times they delved into that world, she had to implore him to be harder on her. And while he'd come around far enough that he pushed her perfectly now, he never gave any indication that he was upset they didn't do it more often.

She didn't know if she was mad at herself for thinking he was like that, or relieved that he didn't take advantage of her proposal. Either way, she let out a long sigh, grateful that she wasn't digging through their toy chest hunting for a collar to put on. Still, a little twinge ran through her, wondering what that would have been like.

"Damn my dirty mind," she thought to herself, wondering why that would even pop in there. But she didn't have time to reflect.

His strong hands were roaming over her body, one on her left side, the other on her right shoulder, each of them helping to bring her back to the moment.

"I love you so much, Neil," she whimpered.

"I know," he said smugly, a hint of a laugh in his response as he nuzzled her neck.

"Oh God," she thought, her mind wandering just like his hands seemed to be.

They weren't touching any of her normal erogenous zones, and that only made her more sensitive to them. She felt his body moving lower, and she instinctively parted her legs, her pussy suddenly so wet she knew he'd slide completely inside once he entered her.

And then came the shock, her body suddenly lifted in a quick, strong motion off the soft mattress. "Come on, lover. We need to shower."

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She had to admit, the warm water felt incredible against her skin. The tingling of the jets almost hurt, but the massaging action made it the good kind. She leaned back, the spray of the shower nozzle hitting her scalp.

"Aaaahhh," she breathed, loving how it felt.

Her hands cupped her breasts. She felt sexy the way she was standing, her left knee bent, jutting out slightly as she arched her back, only her toes touching the bottom of the tub. Even though her eyes were closed, she could feel the soap from her shampoo running over her body. Just the thought of that had her pussy tingling. Hearing the shower in the other bathroom shut off, she smiled, waiting a few minutes more before reaching for the conditioner.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 06



"I can't believe he made us take separate showers... today of all days," she grinned, shaking her head. She hit the lever five minutes later, shutting off the shower head before turning off the faucet.

Grabbing a towel, she dried off, her legs feeling silky smooth from shaving. Her pussy felt the same, the wetness between her legs a happy reminder of how much she loved being bald there. She patted her hair dry, not wanting to take the time to blow dry it. Instead, she applied some make-up, particularly around her eyes, making them look smoky and alluring. Just a touch of rouge to her cheeks finished her look. She got out her favorite perfume, the one that drove him wild when combined with her favorite lotion, putting some behind her ears, and between her breasts. She also decided to put some on her wrists and ankles, just enough that wherever he went, he'd take in that aroma.

She tossed her hair with her hands, feeling the weight of her curls from them being damp. Standing back to look in the vanity mirror, she couldn't resist tweaking her nipples, reddening their hue against her bronze skin. She cupped her breasts again, lifting them.

"One more pinch," she said, twisting her nipples a little harder as she looked at her reflection. "Mmm... perfect."

She slipped on a pair of black high heeled sandals, her perfectly manicured toes sticking out the end. She hadn't worn a colored nail polish in a while, loving the French tipped look she'd been sporting for months. She wondered if she should have changed them, the only color on her body the thin strip of blonde pubic hair she kept perfectly trimmed.

"I wonder if it's time to switch things up," she thought, knowing she'd been keeping it that color for over a year. "Maybe it's time for a different look."

She couldn't imagine it being her natural brown color; not with her skin being so dark from tanning. She loved how it stood out. And she was saving red, knowing how much it reminded her of being Barbara that night with Neil. She'd only go that color the next time she did that.

"Maybe a really wild color," she said out loud, her fingers running through the plush hair, imaging what shades might look good on her.

She put on her diamond pendant necklace, loving how it dangled down toward her breasts. A pair of sexy earrings followed, and a bracelet for her right wrist. Standing there, she turned, checking herself, modeling in the mirror. A soft, confident smile appeared. It wasn't conceited to her to think she looked good. In fact, she knew it, and that had her heart pounding.

She strutted down the main hallway of the house, surprised when the aroma hit her. "He's cooking?"

Sure enough, she rounded the corner into the kitchen part of the great room, her hand covering her face as she giggled at the sight. His perfect ass was in view, framed by the apron he was wearing. He was naked except for the protective garment, and he was whistling as he stood next to the stove.

Turning, he caught her image out of the corner of his eye. "Perfect timing, babe," he grinned as he slid an omelet onto a plate, next to the one that was already done.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"Making breakfast," he shrugged, just as the toaster popped up four slices of bread. "Have a seat."

She sat down at the dining room table next to the kitchen, the vertical blinds over the French door pulled wide open. There was a chance she could be seen by the neighbors in the condominiums down the hill below their house, but only if she was standing next to the window. Sitting a few feet away, she'd be hidden. Not that it mattered. The way she was feeling at the moment, she would gladly have eaten on the deck if he had asked her to.

He slipped a plate in front of her, along with a cup of coffee and a fresh orange juice. She smiled as he sat across from her, first removing his apron to show off his physic, including a semi-hard cock that had been freshly shaven for her.

Digging in, she couldn't help but wonder how he'd pulled it all off so fast. "When did you have time to do all of this?" she asked before taking a bite of the omelet.

"I did some of it last night while you were on the phone with Dana," he grinned, thinking of how he'd minced up a lot of the ingredients and placed them in the fridge.

"This is delicious, Neil."

"I know," he winked, his second act of smugness of the morning making her chuckle.

They took their time as they ate, enjoying the morning sunshine coming though the front windows; the slats of the venetian blinds that covering them were turned slightly to let the rays shine through. They were also enjoying each other's company, their conversation light and comfortable. For whatever reason, the shied away from anything sexual, instead recounting their wedding day, and the events surrounding it.

And even that was sex free. They stayed with safe topics, talking of what they were feeling or thinking during the ceremony, or the reception. It wasn't easy. Their entire courtship seemed to hinge on all things erotic, their wedding day being another incredible example. But they made it through breakfast without mention of anything that might be viewed as an attempt to arouse.

Not that that mattered. She was so wet she was practically dripping. And he if wasn't fully hard, he wasn't far from it. Still, they delayed their desires at his behest.

"I'll wash, you dry," he said, his voice so steady it was a bit unnerving.

"Oh. Okay," she replied, once again amazed at his restraint, although she shouldn't have been.

She chuckled as he donned a pair of ugly green rubber gloves, filling the right sink with very hot, soapy water. She stood next to him, towel in hand, waiting for him to start. He began with the pan, dipping into the water, scrubbing it clean with first a brush, and then a sponge. He ran it under the faucet, now placed over the other sink, rinsing it before placing it in the rack. She picked it up, drying it and putting it away before reaching for the plate he just finished cleaning.

It only took five minutes, but it was still five minutes of being next to each other, extremely horny, denying in a way that they were. It was mental foreplay, a game she knew he loved to play. She didn't mind for the most part, because she knew it was always worth it in the end. But there were times it drove her insane with lust, this being one of them.

He emptied the water, taking off the gloves, before adjusting the temperature of the water to wash his hands.

"What are you doing?" she smiled, her hand running casually over his hip.

"I'm washing the rubber smell off of my hands. I hate that. Don't you?"

"Well, yeah, now that you mention it."

Taking the towel from her, he dried his hands before putting it by the sink.

"There... now I feel better."

She leaned forward, her chest pressing against his, her left leg bending at the knee in a sexual pose as she draped her arms over his broad shoulders.

"Mmm... so do I," she cooed, her tongue licking at his lips.

He kept his hands to himself, letting her hang there, waiting to see what she'd do. She kissed his cheek, moving toward his left ear, licking at his lobe before sticking her tongue deep inside the tiny hole. He felt his cock flinch. She did too; his manly flesh growing against her stomach.

"That got a rise out of you," she moaned. Seeing that he was still playing coy, she put the ball back in his court. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"I'm spending the day with you," he smiled, running his hand along her cheek.

"My, you are difficult to read today, baby. Is there some reason you're teasing me like this?"

He reached over to the decorative box they had on the counter for mail, pulling out an envelope from the bottom of the stack. Handing it to her, he winked.

"Happy anniversary, babe."

"Oh my God, you got me a card?"

"Of course. It's our anniversary."

Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the envelope, opening it up and pulling out the card inside. She mumbled something about not getting him one, but he just smiled and stroked her hair. Reading the card, her hand went back to her mouth, covering it as the words sank in.

"Neil, it's so wonderful. The words are perfect."

"I know," he smiled.

"Will you stop saying that," she said as she lightly smacked his arm.

"Sorry, babe. Here, maybe this will help," he said as he opened the pantry door next to them, pulling out a box of assorted chocolates.

"NEIL!" she exclaimed, giggling at the surprise he seemed to pull out of nowhere.

"They're not as sweet as you, but I can't wait to feed them to you in bed."

"Chocolate, with all that white in the room," she said in mock horror. "You're a naughty man, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, we'll just have to be careful." Kissing her again, she let out a sigh.

"I feel so bad about not getting you a card, baby. I can't believe –"

"Ssshhh. Stop. I don't want you thinking like that today."

"Well at least let me get you your present."

"My present?"

"Uh huh. I didn't get you a card. That doesn't mean I forgot to get you a present," she smiled.

She strutted away, and he could tell she'd gone into the small bedroom, the sound of the closet door opening and closing. She returned with a box, wrapped elegantly in silver paper with a white bow on it. It looked like wedding paper, which was maybe the look she was going for.

He shook it, knowing from the shape and the sound what was inside. He decided not to say anything, choosing instead to act surprised when he opened it.

"Oh... golf balls! Thanks babe," he said, proud of his performance.

"Turn it over," she grinned, practically jumping up and down.

"What's this?" he asked, pulling off a small envelope taped to the underside of the box of a dozen Titleist, his favorite brand.

"Open it." As he carefully pulled the flap open, she informed him a little on the contents. "So, I checked. The official anniversary gift for the first year is supposed to be something made out of paper."

"Really. That's seems kind of odd," he replied, pulling out a tiny card.

"Be that as it may, I found something made of paper anyway. I hope you like it."

He looked it over, not sure he was reading it correctly. "What is this babe?"

"It's a membership to the golf course just up the road," she smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes... happy anniversary!"

He couldn't believe his eyes. It was a big gift. One he really didn't expect. In fact, it was more than he could have imagined. He'd checked into getting a membership there, and he knew the going rate. While it wasn't outrageous, he'd decided not to get one, mainly because there were a lot of great courses in the area, and he didn't feel like getting locked into just one.

But it was hard to be disappointed about that minor detail now. It was so overwhelming that she would buy him something like that, and for the first time, he was the one on the emotional side.

"My God Ann, I can't believe you did this," he grinned, setting the balls on the counter, giving her a huge hug.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? Oh my God... I love it!"

He kissed her again. Not in a sexual way. It was more of a, 'I love you so much and I'm so happy' kiss. It took a moment for him to collect himself, but finally did, placing the membership card on top of the golf balls, attempting to reclaim control of their day. And he knew just how to do it.

Talking her hand, he walked her down the hallway toward their bedroom. They reached the doorway, and he stopped, pressing her body against one of the accordion doors hiding the washer and dryer in the hall. He kissed her neck, massaging her left breast as he leaned against her. She moaned, her hands roaming along his back. Still, she wondered why they'd stopped short of the bedroom when they were so close.

She heard the other door slide open, and for a brief second she wondered if he was going to lift her up and set her on the dryer. It was an odd thought, but one that had her aroused, although she wasn't really sure of the reason why. Instead he reached inside the closet, pulling out a bouquet of a dozen long stemmed red roses, wrapped in a green paper. He handed them to her, along with a beautiful decorative vase to put them in.

"My... you are full of surprises," she said as she brought the flowers to her face, inhaling the wonderful fragrance.

"I try," he said, breaking from the response he'd been using, still coming to terms with the amazing gift she'd given him.

"You try very well, baby. I love them."

"I know," he winked, back to acting playfully haughty.

She snorted, his attitude finding favor with her. Walking toward the master bath, she admired them. "Let me put these in some water."

She filled up the vase, placing the roses inside, putting them in the middle of her dresser right in front of the mirror. The brilliant red contrasted against the pure white in the rest of the room, and it seemed perfect to her.

He nestled up behind her, putting his arms around her body underneath her breasts. She turned her face, catching the corner of his mouth with hers, giving him a quick kiss before staring at the two of them in the mirror.

"We are one hot couple," she said with a grin.

"That's more your doing than mine."

She turned in his arms, hugging him back. "I think it's a lot more even than you give yourself credit for, baby. There's not a woman in this world that wouldn't love to be where I am right now."

"I wonder if they'd love this," he snickered.

Lifting her up, he threw her onto the bed, making her squeal in delight. When he dove onto the mattress after her, she tried to get away. They wrestled for a moment, the laughter filling the bright room. He finally pinned her, his face near her crotch, his hard cock resting on her shoulder. It wasn't planned, but it was certainly an unexpected bonus.

Their breathing slowed as he held her there. She'd quit fighting, loving the feeling of his hot breath on her mound. Instead, she slowly spread her legs, inviting him in her own special way.

They rarely engaged in mutually pleasuring each other orally, both of them finding the 69 position rather distracting. They usually preferred one or the other going first, so they each could enjoy both giving and receiving. But there were times when it seemed not only a good idea, but a perfect way to show their love.

Neil moved lower, licking at her inner thighs. She sighed, waiting for him to move enough that she could reach his cock. When he lifted his hips to readjust, she gripped his shaft, pulling him toward her waiting mouth.

It wasn't the best position for her to take his cock. With him being on top, she had a lot less control. He knew that, so he placed his knees near her head, steadying himself, wanting to make it as easy as possible for her. She lined up his tip, her hands going to his muscular ass, ready to pull him down. Swirling her tongue around his head, she heard him moan. No, it wasn't the best way to pleasure him, but she loved doing it anyway. And with one quick motion, she forced his body toward her, impaling her mouth.

Obvious that their morning of foreplay was over, he sucked at her labia, before moving his head down just a little lower to ream her ass. She squirmed, more of his cock stuffing into her mouth and throat. Breathing through her nose, she took all she could, considering the angle of his shaft. Back and forth they went, the two of them licking and sucking. Well, he licked more than he sucked. And she sucked more than she licked. They both moaned.

He finally rolled onto his side, making things easier for both of them. But that didn't change their aggression. She was now sucking him all the way down, while he was digging his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could. She still had her hands on his ass, squeezing his cheeks. He was doing the same to hers, his strong fingers making her wetter the way he manhandled them.

Even when they made love, there were times she liked feeling possessed, knowing that she was his. His hands had a way of doing that to her. It was incredible how strong they were, and how feminine they made her feel.

He hit just the right spot with his tongue, the explosion she'd been on the brink of coming to her quickly. Latching on to her clit, he sucked wildly, his tongue lashing at it. She had half of his cock in her mouth, and she had to spit it out as she came, her cries of ecstasy seeming to make the windows rattle.

With his cock free and her mind on her orgasm, Neil took the opportunity to change things up. Gracefully twisting his big body, they were face to face, and he kissed her tenderly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh God!" she squeaked when she felt his shaft penetrate her pussy, his entire length slowly stretching her as he eased it inside.

Grinding his hips into her slowly, she raised hers to meet him. They began a long, sensuous dance, their bodies coupled intimately. Their legs became tangled, while their hands roamed aimlessly. Their words were seldom, mostly expressions of passion seeping past their lips.

At some point, her arms went above her head as she stretched her sexy body for him. His hands followed, trailing along her skin, until they met hers. Their fingers interlocked, and he held them there, pinned up high near the headboard. His chest pressed against hers, nearly all of his bodyweight on top of her. She felt small, his powerful body dwarfing hers. And yet she loved it; the measured strokes of his thick cock filling her as much emotionally as it did literally.

"Unnnh," she cried out, another orgasm building in her loins. Her fingers pressed into his, her grip squeezing them, her arms unable to move from the way he held her there. She wanted to buck into his body, but she couldn't. Then again, she could feel the length of his hard flesh dragging against her clit as he thrust in and out. All she could do was lie there and accept what he was giving her. Closing her eyes, she felt her chest rising with her climax.

"OH NEIL!"

He felt her cumming, the warm release coating his shaft. God how he loved that feeling; the way her pussy clung to his cock, quivering around it. He quickened his pace, shortening his strokes in a desperate attempt to join her.

She bit at his neck, the only thing she could do to touch him other than moving one of her feet along his calf. Licking along his collarbone, she moaned as he jerked forward, grunting as he fully impaled her one last time.

"ANN!" he announced, her name ringing out as his sperm filled the depths of her warm womb.

She felt him cumming, the hot cum filling her with such force. God how she loved that feeling; the way his cock pulsed inside her, the head twitching uncontrollably.

He lifted up, letting her breathe, their half closed-eyes catching a glimpse of each other before he collapsed, falling just to her side. His cock remained buried inside her, their hands still clenched together at the head of the bed.

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She woke up alone, unsure of what time it was, but it wasn't that late. The warm rays of the sun were just starting to come through the uncovered window. It was probably early afternoon, she thought.

"I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour," she sighed, stretching her body in an attempt to wake up more fully.

She'd drifted off soon after they'd finished making love. She was certain had too, but it still felt odd to be alone in that big bed when she expected him to be next to her. Or on her, as part of him had been when she fell asleep.

She sat up and immediately wished she hadn't. Just that subtle movement had her leaking, his large load oozing out from her pussy. Then again, she loved that feeling. She reached down, finding some, bringing a generous glob to her mouth to taste.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 06



"I see you're hungry," he kidded as he walked into their room, catching her with her head back and her tongue extended as she let his cum dribble from her fingertips.

She smiled, making a production out of it, figuring she might as well finish what she'd started.

"You caught me," she said in her sexiest voice, continuing to nibble at her fingers, not bothering to look his direction.

"Maybe I shouldn't have packed a lunch then."

He was carrying a silver tray, one they'd gotten as a wedding gift. On it was another wedding gift, a large tan Longaberger picnic basket. Tucked under his arm was the big horse blanket that she'd received as a present of sorts from her Aunt Helen, pulled from the same closet she'd hidden his anniversary gift.

The surprised smirk on her face made him smile as he set the tray on a table he'd set up next to the bed.

"When did he do that?" she wondered as she looked at the table, her hand covering her upper chest as the shock set in.

He pulled down the sheet, forcing her to move toward the head of the bed. He left just the fitted one in place, spreading the horse blanket over the mattress; he set the basket in the middle. Opening the lid, he pulled out a couple of plates and some napkins, before pulling out some freshly made sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap.

"What are we doing?' she asked.

"We're having a picnic."

"Oh my God! Are you serious?"

Placing a small bag of chips on each plate, he sat down and motioned for her to join him on the blanket. "Of course," he smiled, removing two wine glasses and a bottle of merlot. He poured the wine, letting it breathe, the glasses waiting for them on the table.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked as he opened his sandwich. Ann stared back at him in disbelief.

Picking up her sandwich, she began to unwrap it, shaking her head. "I... I just can't get over this."

"Why not? You do this kind of thing to me all the time," he laughed.

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Ann could still feel the wetness on her thighs, the trickle trailing from her pussy tickling her skin. She took another sip of her wine, before setting down the glass and getting back to the work at hand. Or more accurately, at... finger.

Neil had made them a delightful lunch, and they had a marvelous time just eating and talking. Again the avoided discussing anything sexual; they talked about their first year together, and reminisced about things they'd done and seen that weren't of an intimate nature. It was hard at first, since they were both still naked, which brought to mind so many erotic adventures that they'd shared. But eventually they got in the right frame of mind, and the stories seemed to flow naturally.

Once they'd finished eating, he moved the things off the bed, clearing space for them to lie on the blanket together and watch the sun pop into view from over the roofline, the brilliant rays heating up the room and their bodies. It felt good to bask in the natural light, the sunshine washing over their bare skin. And to be able to enjoy that feeling on a December afternoon had them thinking of things they'd done outside in their first year. Things that were definitely more erotic than what they had been talking about.

His cock started to rise just from the way she was recounting one of her favorite moments of exhibitionism and how it turned her on. They fed chocolates to each other, licking fingers along the way. But as much as his cock responded to what she'd been describing, he wasn't thinking about himself. He really hadn't all day. He was only thinking of Ann, and how he could give back to her for all the joy and love she'd given him.

Her orgasm was unbelievably intense; her passionate screams shaking the windows again as her hands gripped at his hair. He was incredible at pleasuring her. She began thinking of how many mind-altering orgasms he'd given her since they'd met that were just with his mouth. She couldn't help but recall the first time he'd eaten her in the back of his car, the culmination of an incredible evening they'd both come to call their 'prom night'.

But every time since, when he decided he was going to eat her, the results were magical, her orgasms so powerful they literally took her breath away. She almost couldn't stand the thought when he'd start, knowing what she was in for. He would take his time, teasing her, making her wait. It would be long and sometimes agonizing, the anticipation of where he would lick or bite or suck next driving her insane. He tested her patience in every way possible, her body wracked with conflicting emotions. He made the experience a personal one, wanting to show her what she was capable of sexually.

And those times he dedicated to loving her orally, it always... always ended with a powerful orgasm, the physically exhausting kind; sometimes there would be several. And that was the crux of her feelings whenever he'd start. When she'd met him, she didn't know that was even possible, never having had multiple orgasms before. She'd gone years of her adult life never experiencing one. He made them common, and he first did it with his mouth.

When he settled between her legs, and she knew from the look in his eyes that he wasn't leaving there anytime soon. A little spark lit inside her, making her wonder how big the climax was going to be this time, and how many there might end actually being.

Now it was her turn, the trickle of wetness between her legs a constant reminder that the bar had been set.

His cock lurched underneath her touch, and she tied not to giggle. She stopped, grabbing her wine glass, taking another sip before carefully placing it back on the table. He let out a whine of his own, he hands still holding the bars of the headboard where she told him he had to keep them. She looked at the strain in his biceps, his chest flexing as he gripped the metal with his strong hands, like he was about to pull the bed apart with them.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked, the sexiness in her voice making his cock flinch again.

"Unnnh... yes," he moaned.

It wasn't long after he'd finished eating her that he crawled up next to her panting body, his index finger toying with her clit. She was so sensitized from what he'd just done to her with his tongue that his touch set her off again. And again. He'd let her come down, and then he'd started massaging her exposed clit, traipsing little circles over it. And she'd cum, her hips lurching upward, her legs flailing like a rag doll.

He kidded her about making her cum with just a finger, doing it four different times until she begged him to stop, finally snapping her legs shut when she literally couldn't take anymore.

"I knew I should have tied you down," he joked, kissing her on the cheek at the time.

She turned her head, her eyes wild. She kissed him hard and flipped him onto his back. "Hands on the headboard, mister!" she said calmly, but direct.

"Why... what are you going to do to me?" he smiled, yet reaching up nonetheless.

"I'm going to show you you're not the only one that can make someone cum with one finger."

She began her own long, tedious game of sexual stimulation. Only instead of using her tongue, she used only her index finger. He was already hard, his rigid shaft sticking up at an angle from his groin. She had him spread his legs, and she got between them on her chest and stomach, laying her head on his right thigh so she could use her right hand.

Running her fingertip along his urethra, she traveled the length of his shaft, going from his balls all the way to the very tip of his head, before returning. Her touch was light, just grazing the soft, sensitive skin, at least at first. She adjusted her speed, sometimes going faster then slowing to almost a stop. She'd also change the pressure, becoming more firm, then going back to barely touching it. She would even use her nail occasionally, dragging the perfectly manicured edge up to the tip.

He knew early on he was in trouble. She loved playing with his cock, her fetish for it well established. But it had always been a handjob before, with maybe some oral thrown in. This time, it was just her finger, and it was incredible how it made him feel.

Precum began flowing, a steady stream pouring out of the tip of his cock and pooling on his abdomen. There was a little strand of it that seemed permanently attached between the two. He'd been near an orgasm three times, his cock starting to jump on its own, as if it were craving a harder touch. She'd back off, sipping her wine, enjoying the way it twitched and moved.

She began making small little circles at the very tip, first in one direction and then the other. She'd vary her pace and her pressure; watching his balls move in their sack. She would exhale on them, his groans coinciding with the way his cock would jolt upward. And every time there would be a big spastic jerk, she'd pull her finger away, waiting for it to stop before resuming her torturous fun.

The wetness between her legs tingled. Some was still the residual effect from cumming so hard and so often earlier. But she was still turned on, finding immense satisfaction in teasing his thick cock. When she ran her nail over it once more, she thought he was going to come out of his skin, his reaction making her clit pulse with excitement.

She considered fucking him right then and there, but he wouldn't have lasted in the state he was in. No, he was too close, she thought. Realizing she wouldn't be satisfied if she didn't get fucked one more time, she decided to make him cum now, in hopes that he'd have time to recover before the night was over. With it being late afternoon, she knew that was likely if she got him off sooner rather than later.

Concentrating on the head again, she drew those little circles on the tip of his cock, right at the edge of the where the mushroom cap started along the urethra. She knew that was the most sensitive part, at least from the knowledge she'd gained playing with cocks over the years. She couldn't recall just how many men she'd made cum with her hand. More than she'd like to admit, perhaps, what with it being a fetish of hers. She considered it an art, a subject she studied and enjoyed, and she took pride in perfecting her techniques.

She never worried about what Neil might think; how he might be intimidated by the expertise she had when it came to stroking or sucking a shaft. After all, he was certainly an artist in his own right when it came to cunningulus, and he didn't learn to be that incredible by himself. He obviously had been with a number of women to be able to master it like he had. They each had a past, and the experience they'd gained made them better lovers for their spouse.

His hands gripped the bars tighter, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became more rapid. The desperate sounds he was making made her quiver with excitement, knowing his orgasm was very close. She considered just letting him cum, taking her finger away and watching him explode. But she didn't want to ruin it.

She'd done that to other men before, knowing it was a cruel way to for them to orgasm, the experienced shortchanged by the lack of contact during ejaculation. It was part of being in control of their orgasm, and in the times she'd done it, she'd been in a dominating frame of mind, so to speak. It went back to her history with the men she dated in California... those that put themselves and their needs before hers when it came to pleasure. She learned to read them during a date, knowing what kind of lover they would be before they'd ever end up in bed.

She'd become jaded, falling into bed with some guy, only to end up making him cum and be left out of the party. She loved fucking, but there was nothing worse that letting a guy do that and she didn't get an orgasm out of it. So she changed her approach, hinting early and often in a date with a new guy that she would give, and give big time, but she expected something in return as well.

There were several times that she'd gotten the vibe from a guy that he wasn't catching on; that he was only out for himself and he viewed her as a sure thing. Early on after she moved to the West Coast, that would have been true, and she'd end up sexually and emotionally frustrated. But as she became more self-confident and experienced, she learned.

One of her lessens was to never let a guy pick her up, always insisting that they meet at a bar or restaurant. She didn't want to get trapped in situation where she had no escape. If things worked out, she would follow him to his place; or on the rare occasion, he would follow to hers. But she wanted an out.

Yet she rarely just walked away from a date, even when it became obvious that the guy had turned out to be a selfish pig. Maybe it was payback for all the ones that had got her worked up only to let her down, but she took it upon herself to balance the scales a bit. Instead of fucking them, she'd take out their cock somewhere, usually in their car at wherever they'd meet, knowing a hook up would end in disappointment. Taking control, she would begin practicing her techniques. It was almost as if she was leading them on. Maybe she was in a way. But she was going to deal with them on her terms.

So it was that she'd learned to bring a man to the very edge, making him beg for her to make him cum when he couldn't take it anymore. Most of the time she would, only she'd take him to the limit, and when he'd start to explode, she'd remove her hand, snickering to herself as they whined about cumming without the extra stimulation to make it more powerful. It was emasculating, in a way, which was sort of the point. She even recalled twice jacking a guy off to the point of orgasm, only to climb out of the car and drive away, leaving him there with his cock throbbing. Looking back, it wasn't something she was proud of, but at the time she knew it was deserved.

As she toyed with Neil, she knew she could never do that to him. He deserved more. He deserved everything she could give him. After all, that's what he'd just done for her; what he always did for her. If ever there was a man that was unselfish in bed, she'd found him, and she was never ever letting him go.

That said she wanted to watch his spunk to fly from his cock; wanting him to know just how much pleasure she could give him with a single finger. Well, a finger and maybe her mouth, just a little bit.

She started running her fingertip the entire length again, his cock pulsing, jumping violently. The first spurt dribbled out of the tip as he announced he was about to cum. Leaning forward, she sucked at his sack, her lips placed perfectly between his heavy balls. She felt his cock begin jerking, knowing he was shooting from the way it moved and the way he yelled. When it started to slow, she wrapped her dainty fingers around his shaft and started jerking him hard and fast as she licked his balls, feeling the power of his cock as it went off again like a cannon a second time, just moments after the first.

She lovingly cleaned up the mess she'd made, starting by sucking his sensitive head, making him beg her to stop. The prickly feeling was like needles poking into his skin, and he knew it was payback for what he'd done to her clit. Only he couldn't snap his legs shut. He couldn't even find the strength to let go of the headboard and push her away. Instead, his hips bucked upward as he tried to wiggle from beneath her.

Her tongue lapped up his cum, and his precum, savoring the taste as she ate her reward. She remembered how slick his face had been when he crawled up to kiss her after eating her so wonderfully. Doing the same, she shared a sticky, cum filled kiss with him, letting him taste himself, loving that he'd do that for her.

"God, you are so sexy," she purred, thinking of how all the things he did that amazed her.

"So are you, Ann," he panted, kissing her on the forehead. "I can't believe you just made me cum twice like that."

"Mmm... my baby had his first multiple orgasm," she cooed.

"And you did it with just a finger!"

"I know," she giggled, capturing his cock with her soft fingers, stroking it, keeping it hard. "You can let go of the headboard now, if you want."

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She was lying on top of him, the two of them fighting to catch their breath. The light from the candles in the corners of the otherwise darkened room flickered against the glass of the windows, making the walls seem to move. Or maybe that was from their chests beating so rapidly.

He moved the satin sheet from her shoulders, running his hands along her bare back. She hugged his torso with her calves as she moved slightly, her breasts now near his face. He licked at them, suckling on her nipples, bringing a soft moan from her lips. His thickness had left her, the sudden emptiness making her jealous of how she'd felt just moments before when she'd been filled and stretched.

Her pussy was hovering over his deflating cock, and he felt his load slowly dripping down over it. He was surprised that he'd had so much cum left in his balls after what they'd shared earlier in the day. Then again, he always seemed to cum a lot, and she always seemed to bring out the best in him when it came to sex, or any other part of their life.

She loved how it felt when he came inside her. And she loved how his cum oozed out of her warm, used pussy. It didn't make up for the vacancy she had in her cunt, but it somehow fulfilled her in other ways. She not only felt like a woman as she pressed her body against his masculine frame, she felt like a wife. His wife... and she belonged there.

"You're making another mess," he joked as another big glob of cum landed on his half-hard prick.

"I'll clean it up. I promise," she cooed, too busy enjoying how he was mouthing her breasts to move at the moment.

"You better, or I'm not going to give you your anniversary present."

"What?" she asked. Pressing her hands against his chest to push herself up, the silky sheet slid down her skin, piling up on his thighs.

"I said... if you don't clean up the mess you made, I won't give you your anniversary present."

"I heard that. You got me a present?"

"Of course. It's our anniversary."

"But you already got me a card, and chocolates," she said, before looking over her shoulder to see the vase of roses on her dresser. "And flowers!"

"I know," he said smugly, just like he had earlier in the day. "Now be a good wife and clean me up."

She did, excitedly. She would have done that without being asked. And she would have been excited, even if it was him ordering her to lick up his cum. She loved the taste... and being told what to do. But he hadn't treated her like that all day. In fact, he said he wanted her to be a 'good wife', something she found thrilling, because he emphasized how he wanted to be with Ann.

When she finished sucking him clean, and licking up the last remnants of his load she'd dribbled onto his skin, she sat back on her thighs, her head high as she smacked her lips.

"Is that good enough baby?"

"Yes. Come here and give me a hug," he motioned, he hands resting behind his head as he lay there waiting.

She fell to his chest, and he rolled her over onto her back, hugging her tightly. He deftly reached to his left, curling his arm, pulling out an envelope from underneath the mattress.

"What's this?' she asked as he rolled to the side and handed it to her.

"Your present. Someone once told me that the proper gift for the first year of marriage is paper."

She sat up and opened it, pulling out another envelope, which she flipped open. "Neil... what is this?" she asked, her eyes blinking like she didn't recognize what she was holding.

"It's an airline ticket," he smiled as he sat up as well.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 07



Greetings readers.

First, an apology for my reaction to a reader that posted to my last chapter. While I value opinions of those that take the time to read what I've written, I was a bit thin-skinned that day. While he/she was wrong in their view of where they felt the story was ultimately going (their comment and my response since redacted), and therefore questioned the category in which I've been placing this series for the most part, my response was unprofessional, even for someone that doesn't do this for a living (although wishes he could).

For those that may care to know, I've updated my profile page to explain where this story is really going. I felt compelled to share this so that I could dispel some of the misconceptions about who Ann is, and more importantly, who she is not or ever going to be. I can't change the categories I've placed this saga in (well, I probably could, but it would be a lot of work at this point). But there's a reason for where they are. Bottom line, I try to put each chapter where it belongs for that chapter, so new readers won't be surprised by the content. If someone isn't really into say, BDSM, I don't want them shocked to be reading a story and then have it delve into that area without warning. That said, with knowing where the story I'm writing is headed, you'll have to trust me on the category. Erotic Couplings may not be the right one sometimes, but it fits most of what Ann and Neil do. Besides, part of the fun of reading is not being able to anticipate the plots twists and turns.

It's ironic that this chapter is next, as I can see it will likely only reinforce some reader's beliefs as to the direction where things are heading. That's the fun, and the risk, of a couple that pushes their limits sexually. Just remember that Ann and Neil have long establish a firm line, and that there's knowledge to be found in reading between those that are written. Anyway...

I truly respect your feedback, provided it's done with just that... respect.

Off my soapbox. On to the story, if you're still interested after all of this.

Enjoy!

2014, All rights reserved - mimaster

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"I'm surprised that's what you're wearing," Neil commented nonchalantly as he zoomed along a four-lane highway, his sporty red Nissan hugging the inside of a curve he was navigating.

"Really? Why would you say that?" Ann replied with a wrinkled nose, taking a moment to glance down at her outfit.

She was wearing a pair of very tight black jeans, and a trendy long-sleeved white tailored blouse that hugged the contours of her body. The design of the front was cut to look a bit like a vest, the short panels angled at the bottom, showing off a hint of her bare midriff. There were just three buttons, the deep plunge allowing a generous amount of her cleavage to come into view. Her four-inch black heels were open-toed, showing off her perfectly painted red nails, matching those on her manicured fingers. She looked incredible, but that didn't stop Neil from wondering why she'd chosen that particular outfit.

"Well, you're dressed a little conservatively, aren't you?"

"Since when are sexy black jeans and a sharp blouse considered conservative?"

"You look fantastic, babe. You always do. I'm just saying it's not the same as what you wore last year, that's all."

"Well unfortunately, my team isn't playing this year. Besides, I don't expect things to get out of hand like they did last year."

"Out of hand? I thought you had a good time. Do you regret doing it?"

"No, of course not, baby. I had a blast. I think you'd know that, based on how we fucked when we got home."

"We didn't fuck when we got home Ann. You passed out from drinking too much. We did it the next morning, on the front porch. Remember?"

"Wow, how did I forget that?" she teased, recalling every part of that memorable encounter. Winking at him, she said, "I loved the party Neil. And I have no regrets. If I did, we wouldn't be going tonight, would we?"

"Well, that's what I thought. But then you said you don't want things to get out of hand."

She turned toward him, a sexy smirk on her face. "I never said I don't want them to get out of hand. What I said was that I don't expect them to. There's a difference."

He arched his eyebrow, offering a wry smile. "So you're saying you might to do that again?"

"It depends. It's not my house, and it's not my party."

"So you're not going to do it."

"Look, I don't intend to be the one that starts. Like I said, it's not my party. I'm not even going to bring it up. But if Carol and Martina are up for it and something happens, who knows?" she shrugged.

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Neil and Ann were off to Carol's Super Bowl party, which was announced on the elegantly written invitation as the 'Second Annual'. With her having the first party the year before, the obvious inference was it was now going to become a yearly affair. And this time, she said that Barry, her boyfriend, was co-hosting it with her. They'd officially become an item in August, no longer considering themselves just friends that were fucking.

Carol had dated several other men during that time, unsure if she wanted something serious or not. In fact, she insisted she didn't for the longest time. But she found it odd that while Barry didn't squawk about her dalliances, he remained totally committed to her and her alone. She questioned several times why he didn't date other women, and he simply told her he got everything he needed from her, and he could wait for when she needed him.

It was obvious it concerned her that he was younger, although he was incredibly mature. It had more to do with the fact that he was still in college, while she was out in the working world, had her own place and had already experienced a failed marriage. But things changed in June when he graduated and began working at an accounting firm nearby, having transitioned his unpaid internship there into a full-time job. She also found it endearing that he while he was making decent money he continued to deliver pizzas a couple nights a week to begin paying off his student loans.

Eventually, she came to realize that the feelings she'd been denying all along were real, and the reasons she'd come up with to deny them were silly. Breaking down after a long evening of hot, steamy sex, she finally admitted to him that she didn't want to date anyone else, and she asked him if he felt the same way.

"I've felt that way since the day we first met," he replied, making her cry even more.

Since then, they'd been exclusive, and she came around to calling him her boyfriend just a month or so later. They hadn't committed to anything more than that, Carol insisting that they shouldn't rush into anything. And Barry didn't push it, content to let things play out naturally. He kept his apartment, insisting that they live apart, although he spent many nights at her house. But he steadfastly refused to move any of his clothes or personal things in, not wanting to pressure her.

Part of his thinking was he wanted to show to her, and himself, that he was self-sufficient. It was obvious she came from money, and that she had it. But she continued to work. He loved that about her, because he was no different in terms of work ethic. He'd busted his ass in school because he wanted a career. Having Carol in his life was amazing, but he didn't feel about her the way he did because of her money. That never entered his mind. She knew that almost from the very beginning from the way he let her have her space. And he proved it again in those first few months after graduating, the fact that he was working two jobs to pay toward his student loans made it very apparent.

They hadn't professed love just yet, although they both felt it. She was too scared of admitting it for fear of being wrong again. He was too wary of saying it for fear of scaring her off. But they were on that well-worn path, and it felt comfortable where they were.

So their relationship became more exclusive. She wasn't dating other men any longer. But the one thing she'd made clear to him was that she wasn't going change her new view of herself. She went so far as to use Ann as an example; a role model of sorts. She said she didn't want to be locked into a sexual trap, where she had to be prim and proper all the time. She loved being a free spirit, and living adventurously. Barry was comfortable with it, because that's how he always viewed Carol anyway, which was one of the reasons he was not only attracted to her, it made him like her to begin with. His only stipulation was the same that Ann and Neil had put into place. No fucking other men.

The odd thing was that Carol objected... strenuously. It wasn't a knockdown, drag out fight, or even an argument. But it was a contentious debate of sorts. He said if it worked for Neil and Ann, it should be the same in their relationship. Carol opined that while the relationship between her friends was what she was hoping to model, it was that very relationship that shaped her when she needed it most. Then she reminded him of the time she welcomed him to her home the morning after Neil had fucked her. She had opened the door to greet Barry mostly naked, with cum dripping from her pussy.

She had told him that very day that that was who she was, and she had no intention of changing; if he wanted to become her fuck buddy, he had to accept that fact. And to her, that fact remained.

Barry argued that they were now beyond just being casual sexual partners. Carol countered that he was turned on by the way she greeted him at the time, and while she wasn't suggesting she wanted to fuck any man, she didn't want to rule out every man. It went back and forth a little bit, and there looked to be no solution. But finally he struck upon the one fact she didn't want to admit, which was she loved her threesomes with Ann and Neil.

"So, you're saying that you want him kind of Grandfathered in, somehow."

"I'm saying that I've had three threesomes with them, Barry. And I've been very up front about that. There's supposed to be one more."

"So is that it? One more and you're done?"

"No. What I'm saying is that other than you, the only other man I'm willing to fuck is Neil."

"Is that all," he scoffed sarcastically.

"Look Barry, it's not like I'm going just going to fuck him. It's always totally up to his wife. But I have to be honest with you... if she wants me to have a threesome with them, I'm not going to say no. Like I said, that's the way I was when we first talked about this, and I'm not changing. She's my friend, and I love them both."

"You love them?"

"It's not like that. But yeah, I do. And they love me. Look, it's not going to happen all that often; or maybe ever now that we're... you know. Ann may decide she doesn't want to do that anymore if I'm with you. But at the same time, if she offers, I'm pretty sure I'll say yes. And remember, if it weren't for Ann and Neil, there wouldn't even be a you and me. And you have to admit, we've had some of the best sex after I've spent the night in bed with them. It turns you on, and you know it."

Barry thought about it, contemplating his options. He knew his feelings for her. Yet at the same time, they weren't engaged or anything. And even if they were, she was right. He actually liked being with her afterward the few times she'd had a threesome with the Thomas'.

She'd called him to come over each time when she was done, hoping to continue her sexual fun, and it was actually a huge turn on for both of them. When he thought about it, it hadn't bothered him all that much that she'd been out dating other guys, undoubtedly fucking some of them as well. He didn't feel the need to do the same, but he never objected even though he had real feelings for her. He wondered at first if that made him strange, but he decided to let it go and accept her for who she was and what she wanted.

"Okay, sweetie... I can live with that," he finally said.

She threw her arms around him, grinning widely. "Boy... you are so going to get laid tonight," she cooed.

Now they were a couple. One that was comfortable enough to host a party together. One they had hopes would be as fun as the previous year.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

There was nothing on the invitation that suggested the party was going to be like the previous year though. Well, other than it was specifically designated as an adult party, spelling out that kids would not be allowed. Carol had made the same stipulation the year before, mostly because she didn't want to have to child proof her home. That and she would be serving alcohol, and she didn't want to have to worry about that influence on young ones.

Still, when Ann read the word 'adult', she couldn't help but be reminded of what happened the year before when her beloved 49ers were playing. She'd worn her favorite team jersey and a short spandex miniskirt, dressing sexy while also wanting to show her allegiance to her favorite Bay Area team. It was a bit of a surprise when Martina stripped off her top after the Niners scored a touchdown. She couldn't even really remember why, other than she was inebriated. When she thought of Carol taking off her shirt on the next San Francisco touchdown, she remembered that the three of them had begun doing shots of Jack Daniels after every 49ers TD.

On the touchdown following the one Carol had stripped, everyone in the room was suddenly looking toward Ann. Unfazed, she winked at her husband, looking for approval. Seeing it in his eyes, she stripped off her top in kind. Except unlike the other girls, she hadn't bothered to wear a bra, and that changed everything.

The party continued that way, the 49ers winning in a rout. At the end of the night, the three of them were all nearly naked, with Ann just wearing only her g-string and her heels. Nothing else happened. There were simply three topless babes walking around amongst the twelve couples that were there. But they could have all ended up completely naked had San Francisco continued to pile up the points, and that wasn't lost on any of the attendees.

It helped Ann knowing whatever happened that night had stayed amongst the three of them and the group. Martina and Carol worked with Neil, but they were the only ones from the plant that were at the party. Carol wanted it that way. So what happened at the party was almost an afterthought a year later.

In fact, no one had actually brought it up to her until Neil asked about what she was wearing. She found that interesting, since she'd been with several people that had attended the gala since then. Hell, she'd been with Carol and Barry, and Martina and Alphonso numerous times since then, and they hadn't even broached the subject.

Riding in the car, she recalled more of the events from that night, and she actually started to get excited. In fact, she wished she had dressed a little more provocatively, or at the very least, worn something that would be easier to take off. Putting that out of her mind as they pulled into Carol's long driveway, she grabbed her purse and waited for Neil to open her door.

They were one of the first couples to arrive, with Martina and Alphonso already being there. They'd agreed to come early, wanting to help Carol and Barry set up. But they'd found that was already done, so they got to sit back and relax, and wait for the rest of the guests to arrive.

Ann sensed a noticeable tension in the room. The six of them had been talking and laughing, but also dancing around the subject of the previous party. It was hanging over their conversation, like a dense fog. But no one brought it up at first. Not until Ann asked Carol if there were any new guests coming to the party this time. Carol said yes... admitting that they'd invited a couple of new couples, and she also confirmed that they were not from the plant.

"I want this to be an annual party, but I'm not comfortable making it a work thing, and I know Neil and Martina won't bring up the plant," she said frankly.

"I'm not having anyone from my firm come either," Barry offered. "I want to keep my work and private life apart as much as I can."

Ann nodded and said, "Well, that makes sense. And it means we're going to have more people!"

"Uh, not really," Carol said bashfully.

"Oh, someone can't make it?"

"Actually, a couple of couples weren't invited this year. I guess technically, they uninvited themselves."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, first of all, I was really comfortable with the amount of people we had last year. I thought it was perfect, so I kept it the same."

"Okay, so who's not coming?"

"I'm not sure you remember everyone that came last year, but Dale and Cindy, and Beth and Tyler aren't coming back. The girls were upset that the party got a little risqué last time. They each called me a week or so after and said they were surprised that it turned into what it did. I said I didn't know what they were talking about, and they commented on the drunken nudity. Anyway, I thought about it, and frankly, I don't regret anything I did."

"I do," Martina laughed.

"Really?" Alphonso said with a shocked look on his face. "You started it."

"I don't regret starting it. I just regret drinking so much that I don't remember much of it," she laughed. "But I'm not ashamed, and I don't regret that we did it. What about you Ann?"

"I'm here," she said in a non-committal way. Then she flashed her brilliant white smile. "Actually, I'm fine with it. Neil and I were just talking about it on the way here. Besides, I rarely regret doing anything sexy. But that's me. I don't want to put my morals on anyone else."

Carol nodded and said, "That's kind of the point. We all agree we were okay with it. But like I said, Cindy and Beth apparently weren't. But get this... I send out the invitations for this year, and I get a call from Beth last week. She said that she had heard we were having another party from one of the other girls that came last year, and she wondered if she should bring anything. I actually had to tell her she wasn't invited this year."

Ann put her hand over her mouth and exclaimed, "Shit... you really had to tell her that?"

"Yeah. Apparently not getting an invitation wasn't a big enough hint."

"So what did she say?"

"She asked why, and I told her it was because she put up such a stink over what happened at the party last year. I guess Tyler's really pissed at her now."

"I would guess so. She opens her mouth and he doesn't get to see any more naked women," Alphonso laughed in his big baritone voice.

"So I take it by that statement that we're doing that again," Ann said bluntly.

Carol shrugged and said, "I don't know... maybe. Look, all I told Beth was that I was a part of it, and I wasn't going to feel ashamed about it, and that's how she was trying to make me feel with the way she bitched about it. She questioned me on that, and I told her I'm not going to be uncomfortable or feel bad about anything that happens at my own damn party. I told her that while I didn't plan on anything, I wasn't going to guarantee there wouldn't be some kind of repeat performance, so it was just easier not to invite those that openly complained."

"Anything that happens, eh?" Barry joked.

"Calm down, Barry... there's not going to be an orgy, I can promise you that."

"So... what are we saying?" Ann asked, wondering if there was some kind of plan or ground rules.

"I don't know. All I'm going to do is be up front with everyone when they all get here, and let them know that while what happened last year wasn't planned, it wasn't anything the three of us are ashamed of. I also plan to say that while I don't have an idea of what might happen this year, I want people to be open about it. I don't want to have any more friends getting their feelings hurt."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 07



"Maybe you should sit down and think things through first," Barry offered, looking at the girls.

"I'm more of a 'make it up as we go' kind of girl," Ann said.

Neil blanched at that notion, saying "No you're not. You plan everything. The only one that makes things up as they go in our house is me."

"Well, that's true. But I've been with you long enough to know when that works and when it doesn't. And I think this will evolve however it's supposed to. Call it... fate," she smiled, knowing he'd appreciate that particular view on the subject. "Besides, we may all decide nothing should happen and we should just watch the game."

"I don't think anyone here is thinking that, babe. Not now," he winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They weren't. What had gone unspoken, or even thought about for so long, was suddenly on everyone's mind. They didn't make any plans, other than to wait for the rest of the guests arrived and see how things played out. But Ann would have been lying to herself if she didn't admit that she hoped something similar would happen. In fact, that was the sentiment of all three couples, but none of them were going to be the first to admit it.

It turned out things began to take shape rather quickly, starting with when Ben and Olivia showed up. They were the last to arrive, one of the two new couples Carol had invited, the other being Phil and Stacy. Carol had said that she'd been very up front with both of the new couples about what had happened at the previous party before inviting them, wanting to know ahead of time if they were going to be offended in any way if something similar would happen this year. Being assured they wouldn't, she asked them to come, sending the formal invitations out a couple of weeks before the party as a reminder.

She said she really had to feel out Phil and Stacy, because while she felt she had a good read on them as a couple, she didn't know them quite as well. Unlike them, she was certain before she asked Ben and Olivia that they would be on board. She said Ben was very laid back and seemed open to most things, while Olivia had a wild side to her.

Olivia had gone to college with Carol, where they'd been roommates for a year. She'd been one of Carol's closest friends since, being there for her during the turbulent storm that was her divorce. So had Ben, standing guard on several occasions when her ex had to come by to get his personal possessions.

When asked why they weren't invited the previous year, Carol said that they were, but they couldn't make it because Ben had already committed to another party... a decision he later regretted when Olivia told him what Carol had shared about the events of the one they had missed.

Ben was big, about 6'3" with a stocky, muscular build, and while he seemed gentle enough, it was easy to see he could take care of himself if he had to. He had disheveled brownish-blond hair, and a disarming smile as he walked into the room with his arm draped around his wife's shoulder.

Olivia was alarmingly beautiful, her light tan playing perfectly against her long, jet black hair. It was shiny and straight, coming down to the middle of her back. She was on the short side, maybe 5'5". Then again, it was hard to judge because she was wearing 4-inch heels with her tight denim shorts. Still, Ben dwarfed her as they stood next to each other. What wasn't as hard to judge was her body; her legs were magnificent, while her breasts looked to be huge, what with her slender build.

She was decked out in Giants garb, obviously rooting for them in the game against another New York team, that being Buffalo. She still had a hint of a Brooklyn accent from her early youth, now faded from years of living the majority of her life in the South. And she was excited, her bubbly personality showing instantly.

"So... when do we start stripping!" she announced, followed by some nervous laughter, along with several hoots and hollers.

Carol held up her hand, the sudden concern etched on her face. "Now that Olivia has scared the elephant in the room, I would really like to say a few things before we officially start the party, if that's all right."

A hush came over the room, Barry slipping up next to her silently in a loving show of support.

"I was just going to kind of let things play out tonight, but now, I think we need to discuss what happened last year. First, I know for most of you what happened must have been a bit of a surprise... trust me, it wasn't planned. And I'm sure some of you are aware that a couple of people were put off by what some of us did. For those that aren't aware, well, those people aren't here tonight. The bottom line is that I don't want to lose any more friends, so we need to get this out in the open."

There was an audible gasp, and Suzanne, one of the wives actually stated, "You lost friends"; the shock evident in her voice.

"Well, Cindy for sure... the jury is still out on Beth. We'll have to see how that plays out. The point is, what happened that night happened, and they reacted the way they felt they had to. I don't begrudge them their feelings, and I give them credit for having the courage to tell me. That said I don't apologize for what I did.

I've talked to Ann and Martina, and none of us are ashamed that it happened. And, to be blunt about it, it's my house and my party. If I want to strut around topless again, or if Ann and Martina want to, then so be it. But, I guess I want to just kind of throw it out there that while we didn't plan last year and there are no actual plans this year, something could happen. And if it does, I want to make sure that everyone that's here is okay with it."

"Wait... so there aren't plans to strip?" Olivia asked with a fake pout on her face. "Then why the hell did you invite me?"

The group laughed, which lightened the mood a bit. But it got a bit serious again when Suzanne said, "So, are we all expected to do this... if it happens?"

Carol's expression softened hearing the trepidation in her friends voice. "What... strip?"

"Well, that or whatever else might happen. You just said you didn't have a problem if Ann and Martina do it, whatever it is. I can only presume we're talking about stripping. But Olivia makes it sound like we ALL are going to."

"I... I don't have a rule that says you have to strip, Suzanne. I just don't want to hear you or anyone else complain if someone else does."

"Look Carol, I don't want you to think Brian and I are prudes. Far from it, to be honest. And I'm sure he'd love it if I started taking my clothes off right now."

"We all would," Alphonso kidded, only to get an icy stare from Martina, who knew Suzanne was struggling to come to grips with what Carol was sort of suggesting.

"Thank you, Al," Suzanne blushed, unsure of what to make of his comment. Regardless, she simply stated her position. "Like I said, I'm no prude. I had a great time last year. But I'm not sure if I'm comfortable being naked in front of all these people. It's something I'd have to really think about."

"You don't have to, Suzanne. If you don't want to do anything, then don't. That's perfectly fine. But I don't want you to be uncomfortable if others do. You all came here to eat, to drink, to watch the game and to have a good time. It's that 'good time' part that can trip people up."

"Yeah, but if I'm the only one, I'm going to feel..."

"You're not going to be the only one," Stacy admitted. "Carol told me about what happened before she invited us to join, and we wanted to come. Well... Phil really wanted to come. I'm here for the other things, but I'm also curious. I want to see how this works. If some of you want to run around naked, then have at it."

"Same for me," Yvonne, another wife called out.

In fact, it became pretty evident that most of the women weren't going to do anything. Yet for some odd reason, they were not only okay if others did, they were in a way looking forward to it. Probably because it was something out of character for them, even if they were just there to witness it. It was something raw and unbridled, and it appealed to the naughty side of their brain. It made going to an adults only party seem much more adult. And the unspoken truth was, while they didn't want to necessarily participate, their husbands or boyfriends would get turned on, and they'd most certainly reap the benefits at home afterward.

Carol smiled and said, "Well, like I said, Barry and I just want everyone to have fun. And as long as we all know what that might be, then I'll feel better. I love each of you dearly, and I'd hate to think that what I want to be an annual event might kind of fizzle out after just two years."

"I think everyone's on board," Barry said as he scanned the eyes of the room. Putting his arm around her, he kissed her on the temple. "I keep telling you, sweetie. If they didn't like what happened last year, they wouldn't come back... and everyone we invited is here."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was an inauspicious start to the game, other than a moving rendition of The Star Spangled Banner by Whitney Houston. Even with it being a lip-synced performance, the backdrop of Gulf War was heavy on the nation's mind. The flyover of fighter jets over the stadium in Tampa at the end of the anthem was particularly stirring.

At kickoff the room became transfixed on the action. They were looking forward to another high scoring affair, wondering what might transpire in Carol's living room. But going into the second quarter, it was looking like it was going to be a defensive battle, with the two teams tied at three.

The group was pretty much rooting for the Giants, going once again with the NFC allegiance like they had the year before. Yes, that game had started with Ann cheering for the 49ers because that was her team, but with most of the people in the room being fans of the more local Washington Redskins, they cheered along with her because both were from the NFC.

Now, they were pulling for the Giants for similar reasons. They weren't just from the NFC. Like the Skins, they were another Eastern Division team that played the same hard-nosed, smash-mouth style of game. That was in stark contrast to the Bills, who played a wide-open style of offense that many of the knowledgeable football fans in the room found a bit gimmicky. It wasn't that they didn't respect it, but it wasn't NFC East football. Even though the Giants were technically a rival of the Redskins, the group pretty much agreed they'd rather see an NFC team win than one from the AFC.

That tickled Olivia, as she was the only true Giant's fan. In fact, she'd basically taken on the role that Ann had played the year before; being the most vocal when it came to rooting for her team. While the rest of the guests wanted the Giants over the Bills, she was openly cheering for them.

It was because she took on Ann's role that she became part of their smaller group. Like the year before, Ann, Martina and Carol agreed to do shots of Jack Daniels just like they had the year before. Olivia willingly joined in with them, going so far as to up the ante. Insisting that because football was unpredictable and she wanted to have fun, she was drinking one for every score, not just touchdowns. Still, midway thought the second quarter they'd only had the one.

So, with them all still dressed and not nearly inebriated, the only real extracurricular action going on in the room was eating and watching the game. And with the Bills leading 10-3 at that midway point, the interest in the game became focused on the wagering that had taken place during the pre-game.

While Carol had tended to the food and beverages, as well as sending out the invitations, Barry wanted to bring something of his own to the festivities. So once she had talked to the guests before the game started, he addressed them, saying he had put together a game called 'Squares' that had become very popular at Super Bowl parties.

He had attached a big white sheet of paper to an easel he'd placed in the corner of the room. On it, he had created a grid, with ten columns going left to right, and ten rows from top to bottom. The whole thing looked like a giant chess board, but without different color spaces.

He sold each square for ten dollars. With there being a hundred of them, the total pot was going to be a thousand. A guest could buy as many squares as they wanted, and they'd write their names inside one of the empty spaces. Once all the spots were accounted for, Barry randomly drew numbers from zero through nine from a hat, and wrote them from left to right across the paper, one number over each column. Then he put the numbers back into the hat, and drew them again for each of the ten rows.

When he was done, each spot on the board had a number over its column and next to its row. The numbers represented the last digit in score of the game. After that, he drew the two teams from a hat, with the Giants being written over the numbers at the top, and the Bills being written on the side. The idea was that the score at the end of each quarter would create a winner whose name would be in the corresponding square, and that winner would get a portion of the pot.

Barry decided to weight the payouts based on the importance of the score at the time of the game, with logic dictating that the score at the end of the first quarter didn't matter as much as the one at the end of the game. So, he was paying out a hundred for the first quarter, two hundred for the second, three for the third, and the person that had the right space at the end of the game would win four hundred dollars.

With the guests writing their names on the board first, no one would know until the numbers were drawn what the likelihood was of their being in the running. Traditional thinking was that numbers like four and seven were good, because of the number of points touchdowns were worth. But with field goals, or missed extra points, or the unlikely event of a safety, any score was possible. Still, drawing the numbers after the names were written in meant everyone had a shot at the 'good' spaces instead of someone buying all of them ahead of time.

Kenny, one of Barry's friends, won the hundred dollar prize for the 3-3 first quarter score, and with the score standing at 10-3 in favor of the Bills, Stacy was hoping the score would stay that way because she'd be getting the next payout. Instead, the Bills punted the ball deep into Giants territory, and a couple of plays later, the quarterback for New York was tackled in the end zone.

"You're got to be kidding me... a SAFETY!" Barry yelled out. "That's totally going to fuck up everything."

"Not for me," Phil yelled, checking the board to see that he now had the number that would win if the quarter ended with the same 12-3 score.

But that didn't happen either. The Giants ended up scoring a touchdown right at the end of the quarter, and Stacy ended up winning because she had that square too. It was also the first shot of whiskey the four girls got to drink in what seemed like forever. With the score coming just before halftime, and it finally being a touchdown, they got together quickly in a little huddle, discussing whether they were going to do anything more.

"This is such a different game than the one last year," Carol said, almost sounding disappointed.

Ann nodded. "I know... there were so many points being scored in that game we all would have been totally naked if we'd started stripping at the beginning. We almost were as it was, and we didn't take anything off until Martina got drunk in the second half."

"I wasn't drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing," she replied.

Carol scoffed sarcastically. "Yeah, you were hardly drinking."

"I'm just saying I wasn't so out of it that I regret it. I was actually still pretty sober when I took off my top."

Ann got right to the point, as she always seemed to do. "Look, I don't care if we do this or not, but if we are, we need to come up with something soon or we might as well just watch the game. It's halftime as it is."

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked, being unaware of how things progressed during the first party. New to the group, she wasn't even sure if she was out of line by simply asking the question.

Ann touched her arm, sensing her uneasiness. "It's okay, Olivia. It's just that last year, Martina started, and then every time the Niners scored a touchdown after that, one of us would take something off. First it was Carol, and then me... and we kept rotating. But they scored 55 points, and over half of them were in the second half. And that's the thing. We didn't start doing anything until the second half. "

"If you remember," Carol interrupted, "that's kind of why it started. The game was becoming a blowout. We were getting bored, and we wanted to keep people interested. Last year we didn't have the game Barry came up with. So when the Niners scored a touchdown sometime in the second half, the three of us took another shot of Jack like we had been, and then for some reason Martina took off her blouse. Then I did after the next one. And then you did the same thing on the next one, but you didn't have a bra on."

"I'm not wearing one now," she winked.

"That's because you're a slut," Carol teased.

Shrugging smugly, she flashed a naughty smile. "Not arguing. What's your point?"

"My point is that after that, there was one more TD, and we all stripped. We took off our bras, and you took off your shorts."

"It was a miniskirt."

"Fine, Ann. It was a miniskirt. Again, my point is we did that last round together. I think we need to consider that now. There's no scoring. We've already started taking shots for field goals. I'm sure we would have drank one for the safety if it had been the Giants that got it. I guess I'm asking are ya'll thinking of doing this or not?"

"Well, I'm willing," Martina quickly chimed in.

"Me too," Olivia said cheerfully.

Ann sighed and said, "So, you're thinking they might not score again, is that it?"

Carol looked around the room, seeing a party that appeared to be stagnating. It wasn't anything like the year before, when you could feel the fun and excitement at every turn, and it had little to do with the game other than rooting for the NFC to score. "I don't know. I just know I was having a much better time last year. I think everybody was. Do you have any other ideas?"

Ann thought for a moment, and said, "Well, one inherent problem is we're all probably wearing a different amount of clothes again. That's why you two just ended up topless, while I only had my thong on."

"You could have taken off a shoe," Martina kidded.

"Be serious, Martina. Who takes off a shoe? We were daring each other to go further, and I did because I didn't have as much on to start. I think if we're going to do this, it ought to be even for all of us across the board so no one feels left out this year. Next year, we can come up with something different if this is going to become a tradition."

Carol nodded and said, "Okay, but how do we do this tonight?"

"Is everyone wearing panties?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Olivia asked.

"Well most of the time I don't. But for some reason tonight I did. Funny, I told Neil I wasn't really thinking about doing this because I wore jeans, but somewhere in my head I must have wanted more to take off, because I never wear panties with jeans."

"Again, that's because you're a slut," Carol joked once more.

"We all are Carol. That's the reason we're even talking about doing this. They might as well call us the Super Bowl sluts."

"Ooohh, I like the sound of that," Martina chuckled.

"You would," Carol laughed again. "So Ann, do you have an idea yet?"




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 07



"I think so. But I need to know if everyone is wearing panties." When the other three nodded that they were, Ann smiled. "Okay, I'm thinking we take the chance that there will be some more scoring. So, the first rule is that on any score by the Giants the rest of the game, we're going to take a shot of whiskey and we all strip. But we have to factor in what we're wearing to keep it even for all of us. So, the next score, we drink a shot, and then strip everything off up top... that way we're all half-naked. Second score, we take off whatever else we're wearing and it's just panties and heels, or we're barefoot. Third score and we're all naked the rest of the game."

"Do you really think they'll score three more times?"

"I have no idea, but there has to be some suspense, doesn't there? Just stripping to strip doesn't make it fun for me."

"Okay, but what if they don't?"

Martina said, "I guess if they don't score again by the end of the third quarter, maybe we could just strip above the waist for the points they already scored in the first half."

Carol shook her head, worried about the premise, thinking they should have talked all of this over prior to the start of the game instead of leaving everything to chance. "Maybe we should just do that now."

But Ann disagreed. "No, because it would feel like we just staged it. Hell, it's going to feel that way if they don't score by the end of the quarter. Like I said, I don't want to take off my clothes just for the sake of doing it. To be honest, I'd rather go home still dressed like I am and figure out what we might want to do differently next year. It's the anticipation of whether we might have to take something off that makes it hot for me, and I think for everyone else too."

"Don't worry, Carol, the Giants are going to score," Olivia smiled.

"How do you know?"

Her confident smile actually put everyone at ease. "Because, the Giants are going to win the game!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Giants took the second half kick and returned it to their own 25-yard line. From there, they actually went backward first, taking a penalty that pushed them back to their twenty. But then they slowly marched down the field, mixing in passes with a powerful running game. The drive lasted fourteen plays, and ended up in a touchdown five and a half minutes into the second half, giving them a lead for the second time.

The room erupted, and after the extra point, the four girls downed their shots and moved in front of the TV. Before the commercial break was over, they'd all stripped to the waist to the delight of the rest of the party guests. It was at that point that Martina, having taken Ann's humorous quip to heart, proudly announced to everyone, "The Super Bowl sluts are back!"

It was a moniker that was well received based on the cheerful reaction, even though the 'slut' part seemed a bit of a stretch. They were just women having some innocent fun, and while perhaps that might not have been the opinion of Cindy or Beth, both of whom objected to such behavior the year before, it wasn't like they'd done anything sexual to justify the name. But it was obvious immediately after Martina officially proclaimed who they were as a group that the mood in the room changed significantly.

That score stood for the rest of the quarter, and Neil walked away with three hundred dollars. Ann came up to him and gave him a big, wet kiss, and he playfully tucked a twenty into the waist of her tight jeans.

"Mmm... I'm really a stripper now," she cooed as she hung her arms around his shoulders, lifting her left leg at the knee seductively as she stared into his piercing blue eyes.

"Looks like you are. Come back later and maybe I'll buy a lap dance," he joked, flashing the rest of his winnings in front of her face.

It was an innocent comeback to her comment, but it lit a fire inside her that he knew would fast become a raging inferno. Cupping her breasts quickly, he flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples, and she drew in her stomach as her breath caught in her chest.

"Damn... you know just what to do to turn me on," she sighed, her eyes slightly closed.

"Spoken like a true stripper," he smiled as he tucked another bill into her jeans.

"You're not supposed to touch the strippers."

"I have a feeling you're the kind that makes exceptions."

"God you know just what to say to me too," she cooed.

On the first play of the fourth quarter, the Bills ran for a long touchdown, ending an extensive drive and giving them a lead by the unlikely score of 19-17. It deflated the spirit of the room somewhat, but there was still a lot of time left.

The Giants responded with another long drive of their own. Taking possession on their 23-yard line, they went thirteen plays this time, using up half the clock. Still they had to settle, scoring a field goal with just seven and a half minutes to play.

The girls couldn't get to their shot glasses fast enough, waiting for Alphonso to pour them all before simultaneously downing them in a quick, burning gulp.

"I love whiskey," Ann said, coughing as she tried to regain her composure, a tear appearing in the corner of her eye from slamming it so fast.

Back in front of the TV, they all removed their lower clothing. Carol and Martina slipped off their skirts with relative ease, stepping out of them and twirling around, showing off their panties. They reveled in it, knowing they'd gotten to go further than they had the previous year. Olivia had to work a little to get her snug shorts over her hips, but soon she'd joined them.

Ann made a production of it, turning her body, slowly peeling her tight jeans over her shapely ass, bending at the waist as she pushed them all the way to her feet. Sitting down, she kicked off her shoes as she spun on the hardwood floor, carefully lifting her legs so she could remove the jeans. Slipping her heels back on, she eventually threw her Levi's off to the side, and slowly opened her thighs, showing her pussy, covered only by the material of a thin black g-string. Standing up, she bowed, along with the rest of the women, drinking in the appreciative applause.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hard to believe that having four nearly naked women in the room couldn't keep the attention of a group of horny men. Hell, even the women that remained dressed were horny at that point. After all, with their men turned on, they knew they'd likely be getting laid as soon as they got home.

Yet all eyes were fixed on the television, the game in the balance. The Giants were up 20-19, and the two teams had traded possessions after the go-ahead field goal. The Bills first drive stalled and they were forced to punt. But so had the Giants drive, and they had to give the ball right back to them.

Now, the Bills were on the move, and even though they had started on their own 10-yard line, they were getting close to field goal range as the time on the clock wound down.

Everyone in the room was rooting for the Giants, especially Olivia. Well, not everyone. Barry suddenly had an allegiance to the Bills. With the way they were moving the ball, if they kicked a field goal, they would take a 22-20 lead, and he'd likely win the big prize because there would be almost no time left for the Giants to answer.

The rest of the partygoers were rooting for the Giants to stop them. None of them had the vested interest in the outcome that Olivia did, and perhaps her husband, Ben, since they were a couple. But if there was a close third, it was Alphonso. While she and Ben were pulling for them because they were her favorite team, Alphonso was looking at the same monetary gain that Barry was. If the Giants stopped them, the score would remain 20-19, and he'd win the final pot.

The Bills got the ball down near the Giants 30-yard line and spiked the ball to stop the clock with eight seconds left. Everyone knew what would happen next. Buffalo would set up to try a game winning field goal. In response, New York would burn their final time out to try and make the kicker think about the pressure. It was a tactic that was used often, but frankly it seldom seemed to work.

As everyone waited impatiently for the most important play of the game, it was Olivia that had gotten nervous. Ben was standing behind her, slightly bent over, his forearm wrapped around her bare stomach, tucked up underneath her big bare tits as they watched the big screen.

"Damn! I want them to win soooo bad!" she whined, jumping up and down a little in his arms.

"Mmm... how bad," he joked, pressing his hard cock into her back.

Suddenly inspired by the moment, she announced out loud, "I'll tell you how bad, baby. I swear, if he misses that kick, I'm going to suck your cock... right here in front of everybody!"

"Whoa," Neil gasped, feeling Ann's hand grabbing his arm.

"This just got really interesting," she giggled.

It was incredible how the sudden sexual tension filled the room so quickly. Alphonso quickly picked up on it and joked, "Wait, so all I get if the Giants win is a lousy four hundred dollars?"

Undeterred, Olivia looked right at him and said, "Fine Al... if his misses, I suck Ben off... AND you!"

Barry spoke over the murmuring group, asking, "What if I win?"

"I'm sorry, Barry. I know it's your and Carol's party and all, but I only suck cock for the Giants today!"

The hush over the room was palpable as the teams lined up for the field goal attempt. The snap was good, as was the hold. And the kick left on what seemed like a perfect line. But somewhere over the forty-seven yards it needed to travel, the ball sailed just to the right, missing by less than a couple of feet.

Olivia jumped into the air, her big boobs bouncing as she celebrated. In fact, everyone was, including Barry. Sure, he missed out on winning the grand prize, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, he said as much to Neil as they stood next to each other.

"Seriously, how would it have looked if I won the top prize the first time we played 'squares' at our party," he conjectured. Instead, he was beaming, looking around at the revelry in the room when the Giants took a knee on the last snap to win the game. As he watched Olivia leap into her husband's arms, he stared at her "Besides, with the Giants winning, I can't wait to see how this party ends."

It didn't take long to find out. When Ben finally let go of Olivia, she looked up into his eyes, a wondrous expression on her face. His was more of stoic determination. She'd opened her mouth with her exuberant promise. He intended to make sure she filled it.

He never hesitated, placing his hand on her head, pushing her toward the floor while he lowered his zipper; a collected gasp coming from the crowd intently watching.

"Get busy, Super Bowl slut," he commanded, standing as she kneeled in front of him.

She dutifully removed his hard shaft, never taking her eyes off of his as she slowly licked at the head. The room that just moments before had been raucous and lively, fell silent, all eyes on Olivia and her husband.

She grasped his throbbing cock, the familiarity in her fingers making her smile. She could have closed her eyes and known it was his. She loved sucking it, licking it, playing with it. She knew every contour and every thick, pulsing vein. She could practically feel its color, if such a thing were possible. And yet to those looking on, it appeared as if she were eyeing it for the very first time, her sense of wonder drawing them in.

She wasted little time, one hand going to his balls, the other grasping just the very base with her index finger and thumb. She licked the underside before twirling her tongue around the head. Then, she effortlessly sucked it deep into her mouth. She didn't deepthroat him, although it looked like she might be able to. Instead, she concentrated on sucking him steadily, making sure she coated his cock with plenty of saliva.

It was a sloppy, messy blowjob, filled with lots of sounds. She was making it loud deliberately; putting on a show for the crowd, except her attention was solely on Ben. Her hands moving to his ass as she bobbed her head back and forth. A thin trail of spit was clinging from her chin, falling to her bare chest.

She knew before he did. She'd sucked his cock what seemed like a thousand times over the years, and the signs were all there. He grabbed her head, announcing to everyone he was about to cum. Pulling back, she grabbed his shaft, jacking it off as she held her tongue to the head.

"FUCK!" he yelled, spurting into her mouth.

She held it, waiting for just the right moment, then swallowed his entire load with a gulp.

"Thanks, honey," she giggled as she stood up and hugged him.

She started to break away, when he caught her elbow. "Wait a minute, Olivia. You're not done."

"What?"

"Alphonso is next," he grinned.

"Uh... are you serious?"

"You said it. You're doing it... as long as it's okay with him and Martina."

Alphonso looked at his wife, her nearly naked body pressed against his. She let go and pointed toward Olivia. "Go ahead, Al."

"You sure, sweetie?" he asked, his deep voice unsure if it was a trick or not.

"Damn straight I am. I'm the one that called us the Super Bowl sluts in the first place."

"No, I'm pretty sure Ann did."

"Well, I'm the one that announced it. Besides, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get you up again when we get home," she laughed.

Permission granted, he made it across the big room to Olivia a nervous in what seemed like three strides. She got back on her knees, suddenly trembling. She looked back at Ben, who nodded and said, "Time to put your mouth where your money is, Liv."

Taking a deep breath, she reached up for Alphonso's zipper, lowering it slowly. It seemed to take forever to extract it from his pants, and when she did, a low moan left her mouth as she licked her lips, her eyes widening, her expression changing to one of anticipation.

The big thick cock looked huge in her small hands, the black skin of his shaft contrasting against her light tan. She felt his balls, lifting them, squeezing them. And she started there. Leaning forward, she sucked first one into her mouth, then moved to the next. She went back and forth, slobbering all over them. Her chest was becoming a mess, the drool falling from her chin like a waterfall.

She licked the shaft, her tongue flattening against it, trying to cover as much of it as she could. She'd swipe the sides, and then bend it down so she could flick at the head. All the while she was moaning and panting, like she was starving for it. Her eyes were wild with lust, and it wasn't hard to tell her nipples had gotten thicker as her neck flushed with excitement.

Both hands went to his shaft as she sucked the head past her lips. She jammed as much as she could into her mouth, using her hands on the rest, moving them with her strokes to cover his entire cock. It was an all out attack, her head flying as she sucked. She did it with such enthusiasm. Or perhaps it was desperation, thinking that it might all be a mistake and he'd come to his senses and walk away. It was all so hard for her to believe she was actually doing what she was doing, and doing it in front of all those people.

"Mmm... that's it baby, suck my big cock," Alphonso nearly commanded, the odd phrasing sounding oddly erotic.

Martina laughed and leaned in toward Ann. "He's doing his Barry White bedroom voice."

"Oh my God," she snickered, thinking of the imagery.

A few minutes later, Martina smiled. "He's about to cum."

"How can you tell?"

"Well for one, I'm his wife," she shrugged nonchalantly. "And he always curls his lip when he's about to shoot."

She certainly knew her husband. Seconds later, he warned Olivia he was going to explode. She played to the crowd again, moving back so they could see. Only this time, she pulled back further, opening her mouth but also offering more.

Her hand was flying over his shaft, and she begged, "Come on me Al. Give me your cum, baby."

He spewed his load, five or six big jets of thick cum firing from his fat cock, landing on her face and tongue. She moaned at first, and then started giggling. When he finished, she sucked his cock dry while the room applauded. Finally helping her to her feet, he kissed her on top of the head and thanked her... and then told her to take a bow.

She did a little courtesy, and then walked over to her husband, her face covered with the cum of a man she'd just met hours before.

"How do I look?" she asked Ben.

"Like a Super Bowl slut," he smiled approvingly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Everyone was getting ready to leave. The girls had gotten dressed, all except for Carol, who didn't bother. But she did want to say something before her guests went home.

"First of all, before I forget, if you drank too much and you don't want to drive, you can stay here in one of the guest rooms. And please, be honest. I don't want anyone driving drunk tonight. Second, Barry and I want to thank you all for coming."

"That's what Olivia said," Alphonso teased, actually making her blush.

Carol didn't bite though. She hushed the laughter and said, "That's the third thing I want to bring up. Is there anyone here that's upset about what happened at the end of the party?"

No one said anything, but she wasn't letting the subject go without making sure.

"I'm really serious about this. If you're upset, I want you to tell me right now. I don't want to hear from you six days from now, like last year. Or six weeks, or six months, or in a year when we're ready to have the next party and I have to explain myself all over again."

"We're good, Carol," Suzanne said, with most of the others nodding or agreeing out loud.

"You're sure? You were the one that seemed the most apprehensive."

"Well, I know I'm speaking for everybody when I probably shouldn't... but I think we all had a great time. And you're right, I wasn't sure I really could handle this all again, to be honest. But frankly, watching Olivia was hot. I can't wait to get home right now so I can fuck my husband!"

"So we're all in agreement that this didn't go too far."

There was some murmuring, mostly because everyone seemed anxious to leave for the same reason Suzanne was. But Carol still wasn't letting the subject die without making absolutely sure she wouldn't have another surprise phone call or two like the year before.

"Let's make this easy. All that are fine with what happened tonight please raise their hands." Getting unanimous approval, she let out a sigh of relief. "Good. That's a big relief. Now, next year... it's pretty obvious this Super Bowl slut thing is a work in progress. Based on that, I would expect that things could continue to evolve. But I can tell you that this isn't going to turn into some orgy. It's still just a party, but, I think it's safe to say that since we set another precedent tonight, we're probably not done pushing the envelope a little. I have a feeling next year will be even more interesting.

"Hard to believe it will be better than tonight," Olivia grinned, Alphonso's load now drying on her face, because Ben wouldn't let her wipe it off. "My team won!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"What are you doing?" Neil laughed, watching Ann slowly unbutton her sexy blouse again.

Leaving it on, she pulled it wide, exposing her bare breasts as they drove down the road toward home. She unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching across the center console, her hands finding his zipper.

"I'm getting ready for next year," she said with a grin, removing his hardening cock.

"What?"

"Let's just say I have a feeling I might be sucking some cock at next year's party."

"What makes you say that?"

"You heard Martina. I'm a Super Bowl slut."

"And as was pointed out, you're the one that made up that name."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 08



It was already starting to heat up outside, even though it was a quarter after seven in the morning. The air conditioner had been running off and on most the night, keeping the house at a comfortable seventy degrees. Outside, it was warmer. Ann had opened the front door, and was standing on the porch, looking out toward the east. The sun had risen, but it had yet to crest the hilltop of their subdivision, or whatever the odd conglomeration of houses, apartments and condos where they lived was supposed to be considered.

Neil stepped out with the lunch she'd lovingly packed for him in hand; ready to face another day at work. He had a bright smile on his face, a reflection of his happy mood.

He was happy for a lot of reasons. He was working day shift, which always seemed to put a skip in his step. Secondly, it was Friday, and he didn't have to work the weekend. But mostly what had him grinning from ear to ear was the luscious babe standing on the porch in her ultra-short black kimono robe, waiting to kiss him goodbye.

"You're incredible, Anna," he whispered into her ear as he set his lunch cooler on the railing to take her into his arms.

"I love waking you up like that," she grinned, still tasting his cum on her lips and tongue, thinking about how she'd taken his morning erection into her mouth while he was still sleeping, giving him a long, glorious blowjob to start his day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She had woken up feeling particularly sexy, the thoughts that had been consuming her for months were so vivid in the erotic dream she'd had that morning that she found them affected her mood. As she lay next to her naked husband underneath the covers, she has a vision of herself, one as her being sensuous and alluring.

She didn't often give in to self-absorbed notions of vanity. Yet her hardened nipples were leading her in that direction. She glanced to her right, seeing him lying there, and she knew it was too early to wake him. But she knew she would eventually. She had to, thinking she had in some way make up for what she was planning for her day.

That thought led to a knot in her stomach. She wasn't even sure how much sleep she'd gotten. She had too many things on her mind to sleep; things that shouldn't be there. Not for a wife who had such a wonderful, loving husband.

Still, that's kind of the way it was with her... with the two of them really. After all, their relationship wasn't the usual one between a husband and a wife. It was a little more complicated, more sexually daring. Plus, the thoughts she'd been having were there constantly now. She was finding she was unable to deny them any longer. The fact was; she was a sexual creature by nature, and sometimes her desires seemed to overtake her mind, no matter how hard she fought to control them.

Gently climbing out of bed, she snuck out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly before heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. As she drank her first cup, she got some things out of the pantry, deciding it was time to start packing Neil his lunch.

It wasn't something she did often. In fact, she rarely did it for him at all. He insisted, not wanting her to feel obligated or compelled to do such a subservient task. Just because she wasn't working was no reason for her to feel compelled to be that domesticated. But she found herself moving about the kitchen as a way to gather her thoughts. It was all a part of her plan.

She did the basics, bagging up some chips and putting some fruit in a sealed container. Knowing she'd have time to make the main course while he was in the shower later, she sat down at the dining room table with some stationary, pen in hand.

She began writing, the words coming to her quickly. It didn't surprise her; she'd been composing the letter in her head for over a week, going over what to say and how to say it. She just hadn't put her thoughts to paper until now.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hi Baby,

I hope you're having a great day at work today. I loved sending you off in a good mood this morning, and I hope you're going to come home in one too. But I suppose that will depend on how you react to what I have to tell you.

Since you're reading this, I'm pretty sure you're having lunch and you're sitting down, so there's no better time than now. Please know that I love you, and that I'll always love you. You've always accepted who I am as a person, but you've also helped me discover who I am sexually, and that makes me love you even more.

You once told me that I didn't always have to tell you ahead of time if I were going to do something sexually adventurous. You even said at the time that it would ruin it for you if I told you beforehand. I'm going out on a huge limb here, Neil, hoping... no, I'm trusting that you meant those words, because I'm doing something very, very naughty right now as you read this...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When she finished the rest of the letter, she read it over, her fingers trembling. The words took on life, practically leaping of the parchment. She felt a rush of nerves wash over her, an immediate sweat of anxiousness raising the hair on her neck, and she found her eyes wandering toward the phone, wondering if it was too late to call the whole thing off. But she steeled her will. Reading her admission a second time, she found a resolve... a strength.

"I have to face it. This is who I really am," she sighed.

Trusting in her marriage, and the rock that was her husband, she decided to follow her instincts. Neatly folding the paper, one she'd prepared the night before with a hint of her perfume, she inserted it into an envelope. Placing it in with his lunch, she hid it, not wanting him to see it right away should he open the container before he ate. She wanted to make sure he'd read it after she'd already started her day.

Returning to the bedroom an hour later, she stared at him again, her arousal growing, her pussy beginning to tingle. It was hard not to get turned on, what with seeing the sheets tent up over his crotch, knowing what was awaiting her underneath them.

His hand went to the back of her head, guiding her. Only then did he realize it wasn't a dream, and his amazing wife was waking him up with her warm, wet mouth. No matter how many times she'd done that to him, it was always a surprise; like it was a new experience he'd never had before.

She was already swallowing him whole when he became alert, but all he could do was moan. He was now aware enough to know what she was doing. She wasn't sucking him so they could make love, or even just fuck each other senseless. No, she was sucking him with a purpose, and that was to make him cum.

Unfortunately for him, there was no bargaining with her when she was in one of those moods. She couldn't be persuaded to change her mind. He could have tried, but it would have been a waste of time. If she had her mind set on giving him one of her mind-altering blowjobs, there was no stopping her.

Not that he'd ever consider it. She was simply doing what she thought a good wife should do, behaving like a slut in the bedroom, being attentive to her man's needs. She'd made a promise to him to keep their life together sexually inventive and adventurous. And she went out of her way to make him happy. As her tongue licked at his balls while his shaft was lodged in her throat, he most certainly was.

The problem wasn't with what she was doing. It was with the condition he was in. For whatever reason, whenever he'd wake up with a morning hard-on and they had sex before he had a chance to go to the bathroom, it changed things. His cock was always harder, and his skin was more sensitive. And he seemed to last a lot longer.

She knew that. She'd planned on it. As she sucked on him, she kept a subtle eye on his clock, noting the time. She needed him to last, and he did.

It became excruciating for him, and at the same time it was so fucking amazing. His hips were bucking up, pressing his balls into her chin. She reached down to massage them as her lips passed over his shaft in slow steady movements, dragging along his skin.

Checking the clock once more, she knew it was time. Quickening her pace, she rammed her head over him, fucking his cock with her face. She felt both of his hands on her head now, tangling in her hair as they went along for the ride.

"OH FUCK, ANNA! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!" he barked, his ass thrusting upward.

She held the head just past her lips, sucking wildly on it as he started pumping his cum into her waiting mouth. She began swallowing his gigantic load, gulping it down greedily. When he finally finished, she sucked him deep again, licking his balls, making him squeal as the nerve endings of his cock began to tingle. Squeezing his balls, she made sure she emptied them before letting his head slip from her mouth with a resounding pop.

Giving him a quick kiss, she smiled. "Thanks for breakfast, baby. You better get going though, or you're going to be late for work."

With that, she hopped out of bed, grabbing her sexy robe, sashaying her bare ass down the hallway knowing he'd be watching.

"Men," she laughed as she turned into the kitchen at the end of the hall to begin making him one of her patented sandwiches, the finishing touch on the lunch she was making him. "They're so easy to please."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I wish I had time to take care of you," he pouted, feeling a bit guilty that he didn't give her an orgasm in return for her efforts.

"It's okay, baby. You know how much I love sucking you."

"Still, you could have stopped to let me fuck you, or at least leave me enough time to -"

Her index finger touched his lips, quieting him. "Ssshhhh. It was perfect."

"Well, it was for me, but what about you? I'm not sure when I'm getting home tonight. I'm going golfing with Jason after work, remember?"

She remembered. After all, she was the one that set it up. Neil just didn't know that... yet.

"I remember," she replied, butterflies beginning to flit in her stomach as she thought about her day ahead.

"Maybe I should cancel," he said, nuzzling her neck, his cock already hardening again at the thought of fucking her when he returned home.

"That's nonsense. Go play golf. I'll still be here when you get home."

"Mmm," he moaned as he kissed her, his hands slipping inside her robe, the folds falling open exposing her naked body underneath. As he cupped her breasts, he panted, "Are you sure? I really think you need to cum too."

She stopped his hand as it neared her pussy, grabbing his wrist just as his fingers grazed over her pubic strip. It took every ounce of willpower she could muster to stop him, knowing she was so close she would have exploded in seconds if she let him touch her clit. But that wasn't how she planned her day. As much as she loved him, and wanted him at that very moment, she'd had this day in mind for months, and he needed to go.

She'd spent countless hours planning for it, and in one case, there was some actual scheming. It was something she not only thought about, she had conversations, and she'd even had to do some convincing. But now the day had arrived, the plans already set in motion, and she had things to do beforehand. She needed to get ready, not that it would take that long. But timing was everything, and he was threatening to throw off her carefully detailed schedule before things really got started.

Looking him in the eye, she tried to contain her concern. She felt her heart beating, her mind conflicted. She desperately wanted to let him help her cum. Hell, she wanted to lean back against the post she was standing next to and let him take her right there on the front porch. But she knew she didn't have the time, and if he didn't leave soon, it was going to ruin everything.

"Baby, you need to get to work. Besides, I don't want a quickie. I can already tell I'm going to need a good long fucking."

"So, I'll call in sick. Thelma won't mind."

"NO!" she snapped, way too loud and sounding a little desperate.

"Uh... okay," he replied, confused by her negative reaction.

"I'm sorry, Neil," she said she quickly tried to recover. "But you know that wouldn't be fair. Go to work... go play golf. I want you to have fun. I'll be fine until you come home tonight."

"Okay. I just feel bad."

Kissing his cheek, she whispered, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself until you get home."

"Mmm... you make it sound like you're planning on spending some quality time with Antonio," he grinned.

She shrugged playfully and said, "Maybe. We'll see."

He walked toward his car, looking back to take one more look at her naked body before she closed the front of her robe. "What are your plans for the day, babe?"

"I plan on sunbathing most of the day," she giggled, giving him a little wave.

"Oh. Well, then I know you'll still be horny when I get home!"

"Count on it, lover!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was scrambling. It didn't help that she kept checking her watch, which only made her panic more. Running back and forth between the storage area of the crawlspace and the deck, she carried the panels, latching them in place, using the numbers that Neil had etched into the top of them for placement. They were a coding system he devised that would be hidden once they were installed. He'd custom made each one, and she knew they had to be put up in the correct sequence. But while she'd watched him do it several times, she'd never actually done it herself.

"These fucking things are heavy," she growled as she lugged another one around the back of the house and up onto the deck. Setting the latest one in place, she attached it to the inside against the slats, wiping her brow with the back of her hand when she was done. Racing back to the crawlspace, she climbed in through the small doorway, and she vowed, "I'm not taking these down. They can just stay there until fall."

She liked the sound of that as she grabbed the next one, feeling the edge scrap against her leg as she lifted it up to get it over the wall at the bottom. "Thank God I wore jeans," she thought to herself, sparing her skin from what surely would have been a nasty scratch.

The crawlspace was huge, the end toward their bedroom being big enough to stand in. But the doorway to get into it was small, only three feet wide by four feet tall, the wall at the bottom a good foot and a half from the sloped ground to the bottom frame of the door. When they'd first moved in, the door had to be taken completely off to get in, held in place by sliding deadbolts on both sides. It seemed more of a hatch than a door, fitting into a frame built into the wall.

Neil hated the design, angry that he had to totally remove the big heavy wooden covering each time he had to go into the crawlspace. So he modified it, making it an actual door, installing hinges to allow it to swing open. He also put a lock on the outside to keep people out. With the house itself having less than ideal closet space, and just a one car garage, they used the crawlspace for additional storage, including a space for the panels he'd made for Ann.

She finally finished with the final partition, going back one last time to get the door he'd created for the deck. That was a little trickier to install, having to get the hinges in position. But a few minutes later, she was done. Standing back to look at her handiwork, she exhaled, sweat dripping off her chin.

"That was a workout," she sighed, opening the door and walking down the steps, heading back around the house one last time to close up the crawlspace and lock it.

She bent down and lifted her foot simultaneously, having to contort her body to go through the opening in the wall. Her tired, sweaty body was feeling the effects of the strenuous exercise she'd just put herself through. Reaching for the pull string on the light hanging from the floor joist above, she stared at the surroundings; the dark, musty feel making her body tingle. She'd taken to calling it the dungeon, a name she'd used to tease Neil about it. It was for storage, but she often joked about letting him use Annabelle there, trying to get a rise out of him.

Thinking about how she'd just lugged fourteen heavy wooden panels from there to the deck, along with the door, she was suddenly reminded of the first time she'd been that alter ego, in the mountains of Colorado. A twinge ran through her pussy as she recalled how he'd made her lug logs into rustic cabin, her arms tied behind her back, struggling to breathe in the thin mountain air. The way she was breathing now reminded her of that, and it excited her. It was the first time she'd really thought about being Annabelle in over a year, her break from that sexual bent seeming more permanent rather than just a temporary hiatus. Still, the perverse thrill she was feeling was a stark reminder that she'd do it again, eventually.

"That's for another day," she said between breaths, turning off the light and closing the door. When she locked it, she smiled, knowing for sure that someday she would come back to that thought. But for now, she had other things on her dirty little mind.

She was off again, this time to the garage to get a lounge chair, pulling it off hooks in the pegboard on the wall that Neil had put up to organize the storage there. Carrying it back, she walked up the steps to the deck and through the door she'd just attached. Latching the sliding lock at the bottom, she sealed off the deck, walking toward the patio door.

Setting the chair next to the other one she kept on the deck all the time, she opened it up, placing the two next to each other, leaving about a foot of space between them. She grabbed a couple of small plastic tables, placing them on the outsides of the chairs, before glancing at her watch again. Her worry had been how long it would take her to set up the partitions. For the first time since Neil left for work, she relaxed, realizing she had finished in time, wanting to make sure she kept the schedule she'd set for herself.

Neil had made the partitions specifically for her. The deck itself was huge, designed to compliment the back of the house. The garage had been offset; its back wall recessed some sixteen feet from the back wall of the rest of the house. The deck mirrored that, having been designed as two square sections, each of them twenty-five feet by twenty-five feet, with a four foot opening connecting the two. The two sections were attached to the house, with the one hugging along the back wall of the garage and the side of the house, while the other ran along the back of the house, going a few feet past where the French door was located.

With the house being built into the side of a hill, and also sloping from the garage to the bedroom side of the house, the deck was an interesting bit of carpentry and engineering. There were two steps going up from the yard to the deck floor next to the garage, that part of the deck being about three feet off the ground. As the ground severely sloped along the backside of the house, that distance increased; the deck standing some seven feet high on the other end. But even with the deck being on higher ground than the neighboring condos below, it was still far from being private, which was why Neil built the panels.

Ann wanted to be able to lie out and sunbathe in the nude, and frankly, the deck was certainly big enough. But it wasn't enclosed, and there was no way to build a fence high enough in the back yard to hide it. So, he went to work, designing a system of decorative panels that fit in place with the spindles and deck posts. When attached, Ann could lie down and have total privacy. She'd only have to cover herself if she stood up, and even then it would only have to be above the waist.

He stained them redwood, like the rest of the deck, the color contrasting perfectly against the blue vinyl siding. They turned out better than he'd envisioned, looking fantastic, and serving the purpose he'd been charged with creating.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 08



He didn't mind the notion of making them. After all, whenever Ann lay out in the sun, she got incredibly horny, even more so when she did it naked. So he built them for her the year before. But he didn't like the idea of them being up all the time. He wanted them to be removable so he could clear snow from the deck easier in the winter, liking to use his grill year round. He took them down in early November, and for whatever reason, he never got around to putting them back on at the start of summer.

Ann didn't let that deter her. She'd simply hang a couple of sheets over the sides to hide her whenever she felt like sunbathing nude. But today, she wanted the partitions up, looking for total privacy... and she didn't want to ask him for help doing it.

Satisfied that she had things set up the way she wanted, she stepped inside the house, sighing as the cool temperature hit her. She made her way to the door to the garage, opening it long enough to hit the button. She heard the grinding of the motor as it lowered the big overhead door, and she thought about her husband and all the things he'd done to the house since they bought it, the garage opener being one of them. Everything she had done since he left seemed to hint at how amazing and handy he was.

A tinge of guilt ran through her when she thought about what she was about to do; about how she was going to be doing it behind his back. Still, her pussy ached, and she knew it was too late to turn back now. She was too excited. Whatever guilt she had was outweighed by the thrill.

"He'll understand," she said, hoping hearing the words aloud would make them true.

She didn't dwell on the fact that she was still nervous about his reaction. Instead, she took a deep breath and focused her naughty mind on what was about to happen. Racing down the hallway, she stripped off her sweat soaked shirt along the way, throwing it into the clothesbasket on top of the washer as she passed by. Peeling off her jeans, she threw them in too, before running into the bedroom to get dressed.

Putting her hair up, she put on her favorite string bikini, the bright yellow one that hid practically nothing. But since this was going to be more than just sunbathing, she slipped on the yellow heels she bought to go with them. Grabbing a handful of beach towels from her closet, she carried the armful down the hall, placing them on the dining room table in a neat pile.

Next, she headed back to the bedroom, unlocking the toy chest, her eyes catching a couple of the bondage items in the storage tray where she kept them. A quick flash of the crawlspace below her feet ran through her brain, but she shook her head to get those thoughts out. Instead, she grabbed a few items she thought she'd want to use, and closed the lid, leaving it unlocked in case she'd forgotten something.

She threw a couple of the items onto the spare bed, hoping she could lure her fun into that room. The rest she took out onto the deck. Lastly, she went to the kitchen, pulling out some snack food from the pantry, and a big, industrial sized bottle of baby oil she'd purchased for the occasion.

Even though it was just before nine in the morning, she was sitting casually in Neil's Lay-Z-Boy, rocking back and forth as she stared out the front window, a half-glass of wine in her hand. Calm ran over her with the first sip, and by the time she finished the glass, she had a wonderful light buzz going on. She was relaxed, at peace with that she was about to do. That was until the car drove up.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann spread her legs wider, her breathing becoming shallower by the second. She lifted her thighs, opening herself, offering more room.

"Oh... yeeeesss," she moaned, feeling her pussy respond to the tongue digging deep into her hole. She felt her hands gripping at hair, becoming tangled, pulling... forcing the contact.

"You like that don't you?" she heard, making her body shiver with excitement.

"Oh God yes," she responded in a raspy voice, her throat dry from panting.

"Then wait until you feel this."

She felt the cockhead, sliding effortlessly inside her slick cunt in one quick thrust. The shaft was buried to its full length, their crotches now pressed together. Her eyes snapped shut as the fucking began. It was hard and deep, and it felt exquisite.

Fingers twisted her nipples, and she shivered at the pain. But her pussy milked at the shaft pleasuring her, the veins hard and rigid as she felt it moving in and out of her. Neil's face appeared in her mind, as if he was the one between her legs, pumping deep inside her. She wondered what he'd say if he could see her there, letting another hard cock take her.

She felt lips pressing against hers, tasting her mouth, followed by a tongue invading it. She let it, sucking at it, tasting it back. It felt wicked, and yet she'd longed for this. Her legs were quickly forced backward as the pounding became more intense. She was pinned there on the mattress of the guest bed, her slick, oiled back making a mess of the sheets. But she didn't care. Whatever evidence she left behind wasn't a concern at the moment. Only her orgasm mattered, and it was quickly approaching.

With the sudden change in angle, her clit drug against the hard cock, pulling it almost unnaturally. It was more friction than she was used to, and she pushed her hips up into it.

"OOHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK! I'MMMMMM CUUUMMMIIIINNNGGG!"

She felt the flood release from her pussy, the wetness rolling down the crack of her ass. Her fingers clutched at the sheets as the pounding continued through a second smaller orgasm. And then she felt empty.

Her legs fell to the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She opened her eyes as she felt the bed shifting, knowing she was now alone on the bed. There was water running in the bathroom, and then the shower started. Ten minutes later it shut off, but she was still lying there, motionless, her mind racing about what she'd just done.

She heard her lover's voice in the doorway, but couldn't bring herself to look. "I've got to get going, sweetie... I have to be at work at noon today."

"So it's just wham, bam, thank you ma'am, then" Ann answered, knowing all along that it was always going to be that way.

"Sorry, Ann. I wish I could stay."

"That's all right," she said, turning onto her side.

"When's your next visitor coming over?"

"As soon as you leave," she giggled. "Can I get a kiss before you go, or do you just fuck and run?"

Those tender lips made her swoon. So did the playful cupping of her breast, followed by the not so playful running of a finger through her labia, making her shudder. Parting, she felt that finger on her lips and she sucked it in greedily, thinking about how she'd missed the opportunity to clean that cock off when they'd finished fucking. That was wiped from her mind as they shared another long, lingering kiss.

"There, is that better?"

"Yes. Thanks for coming over."

"Thanks for making me cum!"

"It was my pleasure. I hope we can do this again sometime."

"I think we both know we will. You've waited a long time for this. Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?"

"Almost. I loved the way your cock felt," she giggled. "But I have to admit, I do miss having sperm leaking out of my pussy right now."

"Well, it's for the best. I don't think your husband would appreciate that, do you?"

"Probably not. I'm taking a big enough chance as it is just doing this. I can't imagine what he'd do if I let a real man cum inside me."

"You're saying I'm not a real man?"

"Funny. That's not what today is about, and you know it."

"I do now. Take care, Ann,"

"You too, Heather."

"I will," her friend said as she headed down the hallway to let herself out. "I left the strap-on in the bathroom. Enjoy the rest of your lesbian day!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The idea first came to Ann four months before. She'd just returned from her trip to California, an anniversary gift from Neil to visit her friends. Actually, they were their friends, something she made a point of reminding him. But he'd set it up for her, knowing she missed them dearly. It was a refreshing retreat of sorts, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed herself. But that euphoria didn't last as long as she'd hoped.

She had been home a couple of weeks, and he was still working on third shift. The long nights of winter were starting to shorten, but the cold weather and lack of companionship at night had started to get to her once again.

Neil knew how hard that particular shift was for her. That's why he timed her trip for when he was on that shift to begin with. But with a week to go, he knew she was stir-crazy. So, he suggested she find a way to have a girl's night out with some of her friends.

She was surprised she never thought of it. She'd spent so many nights just sitting around the house, never considering going out. Inspired, she made a few calls, and the very next night she headed out for an evening of carousing. She'd called Martina and Carol, as well as Carol's friend Olivia, the four Super Bowl sluts, as she coined them, ready to hit the town along with Heather.

Just as she was about to leave, she got a call from her neighbor, Felicia. It seemed her husband Jason had gone on a business trip, and she was feeling lonely as well. She wondered if she wanted to come over to watch a movie. Instead, Felicia ended up riding with her to the Sheraton, where they danced for hours.

That was followed by a trip out to Carol's, who invited the five of them to spend the evening drinking wine as they soaked in the hot tub. It was great even though it was cold outside. And it was all innocent fun, as they were wearing suits in the Jacuzzi, but it was still a night that shaded heavily toward the sexual side.

The girls all told stories, talking about their sex lives, sharing erotic escapades they'd had in their past. Carol and Olivia told tales of their college days together. Martina told of some escapades she'd had in nursing school. Heather went on about some of the fun she'd had at the hotel with a guest or two. Like the rest of the girls, Ann shied away from stories revolving around her significant other, instead sharing about some of her conquests living in California.

What surprised everyone was how willing to share Felicia was. And she wasn't talking about things she'd done earlier in her life like the others. She was actually sharing about her and Jason's love life. Not only that, it shocked them just how open their relationship was. Here was a grandmother, albeit a young one, telling the girls of her penchant for extra-marital fun, all at the behest of her husband. It reminded Ann of Paula, one of Neil's mom's best friends.

"Good lord, I live next door to a nympho," Ann laughed.

"I could say the same about you," Felicia laughed as she sipped her wine.

"I don't think I'm in your category. Neil's not a... cuckold."

"I really don't think of Jason as one either. I mean, I guess he is by strict definition, but it's not like I'm always rubbing it in his face or anything, although I do when we're in that mood. But trust me, he never wants for sex. I always take care of my man."

"It's just a little hard to see you doing that," Carol said as she wrinkled her nose.

"No one sees me, dear."

"You know what I mean. It's just seems so unbelievable. I never would have guessed. And Jason is okay with it, eh?"

"Of course he is... it was his idea. And I always tell him what I've done... or what I'm going to do. That's one of the things that turns him on so much."

"I could never do that," Ann said.

Felicia looked at her and nodded. "I know, Ann. It's not for everyone. But I think you're closer to it than you'd like to admit."

"I won't fuck other men, Felicia."

"Good... because you shouldn't. Like I said, it's not a lifestyle for everyone, and with what happened to Neil in his first marriage, that's really a line I would ever cross if I were married to him."

"So, why do you do it?"

"Because unlike Neil, Jason wants me to," she smiled. "And there's the fact that I love him, and I want to make him happy."

"That's just so hard to imagine."

"Really? Don't you love it when Neil fucks another woman?"

That comment hit Ann in the gut. She did love it when she shared him with another woman; as long as she knew about it ahead of time, or set it up, or was with him while he did it. Who was she to judge Felicia? Or Jason, for that matter?

"Maybe I'm a cuckold," she said, shaking her head.

"Ha... hardly," Felicia laughed.

On the drive home from Carol's house, Felicia let out a long sigh, her body leaning back in the passenger seat.

"You okay?" Ann asked, her eyes concentrating on the road ahead.

"Yes. I just had too much to drink. I'm glad you're driving."

"No problem. That's why I didn't have that much."

"Ann?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for inviting me tonight. I had a really good time."

"Me too. I really needed it."

"I did too. I can't tell you the last time I was out with a bunch of women. It's been years. And I mean years."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. The truth is I don't have a lot of friends."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's my own doing. Not a lot of women my age appreciate my lifestyle. I guess they're threatened by it. That's one of the reasons Jason and I moved to where we are now. We got tired of the looks from the neighbors, and where we live now, there are so many comings and goings with the apartments that no one really notices... or cares."

"So... you really fool around a lot then, huh?"

"Not as much as I used to."

"But you still moved."

"People knew. I had a few neighbors that had a lot of time on their hands, and they were nosy and figured it out. I just didn't like feeling like there's something wrong with me when there's not. I'm sexual, so what. People need to get over it. It's funny though, since we moved, I've learned to stop caring about what other people think of me. It's been good. Although I suppose I could be feeling that way because I'm actually... fooling around a lot less."

"What's so funny?" she asked, commenting on Felicia's chuckle toward the end.

"I've never thought of it as fooling around. There was never fooling anyone. I fuck... and suck. Like I said, I'm sexual, like you. There's no hiding it really."

"You hid it from me. I mean, you've told me some of the things you and Jason have done, and you're a kinky freak," she laughed, "But I never would have guessed this."

"I'm a kinky freak, eh? Can I tell you something?"

"I think you've told me a lot already," she laughed. "But sure, go ahead."

"There was a part of me that thought something was going to happen tonight," she said nervously.

"Something did happen. We had fun."

"I was thinking more along the lines of... sex."

"Oh. Really? Did I give you that impression?"

"Well, you didn't say anything. But it's pretty obvious you're very comfortable around women, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying that."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not ashamed of who I am."

"So, can I ask."

"Ask what?"

"Well, to be blunt... are you bisexual?"

Ann paused, measuring her response. Whenever that word had been broached before, she would steadfastly deny it. It seemed preposterous. She loved Neil. And frankly, she loved cock. She never considered herself as someone that was attracted to women, because she'd always been too busy checking out men.

Now the question had been posed once again, and she realized that much like Felicia, she was at a different place in her life. It had changed dramatically since she met Neil, all for the better, with a large part of that being how she'd grown sexually. Yes, she'd had the occasional thought about exploring her feminine side before fate stepped in and brought him into her life. But she never thought to pursue it. Yet with Neil, it seemed possible. In fact, it somehow seemed right. And now, over a year later, that same notion didn't seem so outrageous after all.

"Ann? Did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"Huh? Oh... no, I was just thinking about the question," she replied, snapping out of her little trance.

"So... are you? Bisexual, I mean?"

She thought of Neil, and how he encouraged her to explore her desires and her fantasies. His acceptance of who she was as a woman, and a wife, and a lover filled her heart. Slowly nodding, a sweet smile appeared.

"Yes... yes, I am," she stated proudly.

She dropped Felicia off a short time later, but that sudden revelation had her on edge the rest of the night. In fact, she barely slept. She was bisexual. There was no other way to describe it. And she was content about it. If she looked at herself honestly, she still obviously loved men more than women, and she loved Neil more than she could imagine. But there was no denying she loved having sex with women.

The next day, the idea first popped into her head. She was tired, and needed a lot of coffee to make it through the day because she'd barely slept. But she couldn't help but think of Felicia's comment, about something happening at Carol's house with all those women. What if it had, she wondered.

"That would have given a different meaning to a girl's night out," she chuckled softly to herself.

Her bachelorette party came quickly to mind, and she realized that was as close to an all out lesbian experience as she'd ever had. But somehow it didn't seem like it. They'd not only gone to a strip club for men, they'd gone to one for women as well that night, watching hunky men shed their clothes and grind their pelvises in their faces. And while that wasn't really something she liked, having never gotten turned on by the idea of men stripping, she did get into the spirit of the night. She'd even felt a cock or two though the tiny g-strings they wore.

But that night was more about bonding with females than it was having sex with them, even though there was a lot of it going on, both before they left town, and in the back of the limo as the night wore on. In truth it was more about women having a good time, out on the town, celebrating her last days as a single woman. Now, she was thinking of an actual lesbian experience, where the thoughts of men were out of her mind completely.

Right then and there, sitting at her dining room table, a cup of coffee in her hand as she stared out at the deck on a brisk winter morning, she had a new fantasy come to mind. One that she knew she had to fulfill.

"I want a lesbian day," she sighed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It didn't take much convincing for her to get Heather on board. She was actually the first to agree when she broached the subject over coffee a few weeks later. Then again, Heather was the first one she asked. From there, she started to formulate a plan, thinking of what to do, and how to do it... and whom to do it with.

As with anything she planned, it wasn't simple. When it came to sexual adventures, her mind always seemed to drift toward the elaborate. She couldn't just call someone up and invite them over. It had to be more interesting than that; more enticing. After all, she was doing this one for herself, for selfish reasons. But there would be others involved, and it had to be special for them too. As always, the devil was in the details, and Ann had a penchant for leaving nothing to chance.

The one thing she was sure she wanted was actually something she didn't want. And that was a group. When Felicia said she wondered if something might happen at Carol's house, it sparked something inside her. She loved all the girls that were there. That's why she invited them to go out. But inviting them all over for some lesbian orgy? That was an absurd thought. No, she wanted to make love to a woman; to several women, actually. Just not all at once. She wanted it to be more intimate.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 08



Heather had arrived a little after eight. It was a bit early for lying out on the back deck, since the direct sunlight wouldn't be over that part of the house until later in the day. But nude sunbathing was just the backdrop of the day, the reason to show up, so to speak. And it was going to be a really warm day, the high temperature predicted to reach the low 90s. Fortunately there was just a little humidity in the air, unlike the dripping wet conditions that could happen later in the summer. But it was unusual weather for mid-May. It was already in the upper 70s as she'd raced around to put up the partitions, and it was only going to get hotter.

She met her at the door, dressed in her bikini and her heels. Heather smiled and walked into the house, dropping her big beach bag. She had on a terrycloth cover, much like someone would wear to a pool, and she opened it, letting it fall to the floor. Ann smiled as she took in Heather's body. She'd seen her in a bikini before; the night at Carol's coming to mind. In fact, she'd seen her naked. But this was different, because of why she was there.

It was an odd moment, the two just staring at each other. It wasn't like they hadn't had sex before. They had. But those circumstances were bizarre. She had been tied up, and Heather was pretending to be a maid. At the time, she didn't even know it was Heather, her eyes blindfolded, the woman eating her speaking fluent Spanish. And she'd been forced to eat her in return. She found out later who it was, and that made them grow closer as friends, but it seemed like they weren't the same people because they'd been playing roles. Heather was first a Hispanic housekeeper, and later a French hotel guest. She was Annabelle. The situation wasn't the same.

Now, they stood face to face, two friends about to become lesbian lovers. Her heart raced as Heather took a step toward her with an impish smile. There, just behind the closed door, they kissed for the first time. At least, the first she could remember. Maybe they had kissed before and she'd forgotten. She'd had so many sexual adventures that they all started to run together in her mind.

Heather took her in her arms, and the kiss became hotter and wetter. She moaned, feeling soft hands floating against the bare skin of her back. Her hand went to Heather's neck and shoulder, before she surrendered to her lips. It became quickly apparent who was leading, Heather quickly taking control. Ann was delighted, and more than willing to follow.

"Good morning," Heather said, her fingers grazing sensuously down her arm, taking her hand.

"Hi," she replied breathlessly, stunned from the passion of the kiss, her eyes blinking wildly. "Thanks for coming."

They walked hand-in-hand across the great room, feeding off the sexual energy between them. She handed Heather a beach towel from the pile and opened the door to the deck, nodding for her to go first. Heather stepped out into the heat, feeling the warmth of the morning on her body.

Placing her towel on the closest lounger, she caught a glimpse of some of the sexual toys Ann had placed on the tables. Her wry smile caught her off guard. "Being a little presumptuous aren't we?" she asked.

Looking at where her eyes were staring, she stammered. "I... I'm sorry, Heather. I didn't mean to -"

"Relax, Ann. I know why I'm here. I'm actually glad you think ahead. I don't have a lot of time today... and I know you don't either," she winked.

The inference about the day she'd planned for herself made her pulse race. The fact that Heather sat down and immediately took off her top had a lot to do with that. She quickly placed her towel on the other chair and sat, removing her top to join her. But Heather had peeled off her bottoms in that time, and she again had to play catch up.

"Here... let me help," Heather said as she bent forward, her big breasts swaying seductively as she reached for her thong. Ann lifted her ass, Heather taking the little strings on her hips and pulling them down over her legs. She couldn't help but part her thighs slightly, showing a glimpse of her wet pussy to her naked friend.

In return, Heather spread her legs wide, offering full view of her freshly shaved cunt.

"Care to oil me up?" she asked.

She found herself on her knees, coating Heather's soft, supple skin with baby oil. She worked on her back and legs, as well as her wonderful ass. Then she had her flip over, and she covered her front, spending a great deal of time doing it. She loved the feel of her breasts, and she took great delight in how sensitive... even ticklish she was when she ran her hand across her stomach. And doing her legs was heavenly, particularly when she spread her thighs.

"Make sure you do my pussy," Heather teased. Ann actually caught her breath as she ran her fingers through those magnificent folds, admiring her beauty.

Motioning for her to get on her own lounger, Heather sat up. "My turn," she grinned as she motioned for Ann to lie on her stomach.

She draped her arms over her head, letting Heather rub the warm oil all over her naked body. Her fingers were magical, and she found herself moaning almost uncontrollably. When she turned over, she saw her looking into her eyes, a lust-filled craze in them.

"You're really into this," Heather said as she leaned down and licked Ann's nipples, stiffening them.

Ann's eyes snapped shut, her back arching slightly at the touch of Heather's tongue. Yet before things went further, she felt more oil being poured onto her body, and her legs seemed to spread on their own.

As they both lay there with their eyes closed a short time later, letting the warmth of the morning heat their skin, she felt Heather's hand reaching for hers, holding it lovingly It reminded her of her time on the beach in Miami with Dawn, the two of them practically naked. Only now she was totally naked, and she was beyond turned on.

They lay there for an hour, turning over halfway through to 'tan' their backsides. They never got around to doing anything else, other than holding hands and talking. And the talk wasn't sexual. It was girl talk. Her mind drifted from Dawn to her high school friend Connie, and how they'd lay out in that cornfield behind Connie's house. The wetness between her thighs increased, knowing now that Connie was a lesbian, something she didn't know at the time. She sighed at the connection they now shared, albeit years too late to act upon it.

Glancing at her watch on the table, she knew it was time, her excitement building. Heather sensed it as well and looked up, a knowing smile on her face.

"Let's go inside," she said, sitting up. Ann followed her lead, and they wrapped their towels around themselves, walking into the cool of the house.

The towels dropped before they made it to the hallway, Ann now leading Heather. But once inside the guest room, after she peeled down the covers and turned back to look over her shoulder, she saw Heather holding the strap on that had been conveniently placed on the mattress.

"I take it this if for me?" she asked coyly.

"Well I -"

Heather didn't let her finish. She took control, moving rapidly across the floor, practically tackling her onto the mattress. It was bold, and daring. It was possessive. She found herself pinned beneath her, if that was even possible. They were so slippery from the oil Heather almost slid past her. She felt like she was in some dive bar, wrestling in a pit for the entertainment of drunken men.

That is until she noticed how Heather was moving. In seconds, she'd raised up, almost cat-like, a graceful fluid motion. She straddled her head, pressing her pussy down toward her face.

"Eat me, Anna," she commanded, her hands pawing at Ann's helpless breasts.

Ann reached up and grabbed Heathers' thighs, pulling her down, snaking her tongue along the folds of her pussy. Her moans were muffled, unable to hear from the legs pressing up against her head. She was trapped there, and she loved it.

As she licked around her labia, the oil from those luscious inner thighs rubbing against her cheeks, she felt Heathers' fingers running over her pussy, making her body shiver. She felt one invade her, and then two; and then she was being fucked with them. It was all such a heady experience, her senses overwhelmed. Well, some of them. She couldn't see or hear. But she could smell the baby oil, and she could feel what Heather was doing to her. And she certainly could taste her.

And it was incredible, the sweetness delighting her palate. Yes, there was also the taste of the baby oil, but that quickly went away. She tried to worm her hand between, hoping to fill her pussy like what was happening to her. But Heather lowered herself further, denying that attempt, showing she was in control. Undaunted, she instead toyed with her ass, finding another hole to play with. She stuffed two fingers inside, the oil lubing it up perfectly, and Heather reacted by grinding her hips back and forth over her face.

It was hard to breathe, and yet it was exactly as she hoped, even dreamed. She was being used by woman for pleasure, the submissive side of her sexuality being stroked along with her cunt. And she was servicing Heather, willingly doing whatever she could to try and get her off. It just took longer than she imagined.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, slaving away with her tongue, her fingers ramming into Heathers' ass. But she knew she'd already had two small orgasms from what was being done to her. Finally, she felt the thighs around her head begin to tremble, and her mouth was filled with Heathers' sweet cum.

She took a deep breath once Heather got around to sliding off her slippery body, the fresh air filling her lungs. Staring at the ceiling, she could hear her friend putting on the harness, imagining the hard rubber cock attached to it, sticking out from her groin. But she never looked. She was too nervous to look; worried it was all some erotic dream, fearful that if she looked, she'd wake up.

"Time to repay you for the great job you did," Heather said, crawling between her legs. "I'm going to lick your pussy, Anna... and then I'm going to fuck it, because right now, it belongs to me, you horny slut!"

"Oh God... yes," she hissed, finally finding a way to speak.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She heard the front door close, followed by the ignition. Soon the sound of Heather driving away faded as she rounded the corner at the top of the hill. She knew it wouldn't take very long; a couple of minutes perhaps. Soon after the doorbell would ring, announcing the arrival of another lover.

Sure enough, the bell soon chimed, and she became excited as she walked slowly down the hallway, her legs still shaking from the way her first guest relentlessly pounded her pussy. She never made it to her towel lying on the kitchen floor, or her bikini, still in a tiny pile on the deck. She never even bothered to peek around the corner, just in case there might be someone unexpected standing at the door. Instead she chose to simply walk to the door naked, opening it wide.

"My, you certainly know how to greet a guest," Felicia smiled, stepping inside the cool living room.

"Hi," she smiled back with a twinge of excitement, knowing what was ahead. Closing the door, she looked at her neighbor, who was wearing a sexy royal blue bikini and matching heels. "Thanks for coming."

"So, how do we do this? I'm obviously overdressed."

"You're fine. Heather just left and I didn't have a chance to cover up."

"Why bother? You're going to be doing this all day. You might as well stay like you are."

"I kind of liked the idea of undressing for my guests. How about I undress you instead?" she smiled.

Felicia was visibly nervous as Ann moved toward her, so she tried to find a way to focus, honing in on her neighbor's sexy body. "I love your blonde strip."

"Thanks," Ann replied, realizing that she had suddenly switched roles. One minute she was letting Heather take her, offering her body obediently. The next, she was gently taking control, leading Felicia toward what would be her first sexual encounter with a woman. It was a seamless transition, and one that would go unnoticed by Felicia, but it was still amazing how the change made Ann feel inside.

She felt Felicia trembling as she reached around her body, pulling the string to her top, loosening it. Lifting it over her head, she looked at her full breasts, amazed at how little they sagged. She cupped them, marveling at how they felt in her hands, a smile of approval on her face.

"They're incredible, Felicia," she said as she leaned down, flicking her tongue over a nipple.

"Ooohhh," was her reply, her hand going to the back of Ann's head. She nearly stumbled from the rush of it all.

Ann steadied her by pressing her back against the wall. Sliding her hands down her body, she dropped to her knees, reaching up to grasp the bikini bottom. She lowered it down Felicia's slender legs, catching her first glimpse of the neatly trimmed bush adorning her pussy, the dark hair in sharp contrast to the white skin of her tan lines.

Running her fingers through the thick strands, she smiled again. Then she let her fingers drift. Felicia parted her legs, feeling those fingers glide through her slit. Her hand went back to Ann's head, feeling her move closer.

"Just a taste," she cooed, slipping her tongue deep into her parted slit. "Mmm... you've already opened up for me."

"I've cum five times this morning already," she admitted, her fingers raking through Ann's curls.

"Hmm... have you had some guests at your house too?" she asked, thinking of her neighbors' penchant for fucking men outside her marriage, and how her loving husband Jason approved.

"Not yet... it's just been me and my vibrator so far. I couldn't stop thinking about today. I'm nervous, but I'm so excited."

"I can tell. Why don't we go onto the deck and get started."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Felicia was on her stomach, leafing through a photo album. Ann was next to her, eyeing the reaction to the pictures it contained.

"Neil's quite a photographer," she said nonchalantly, turning the page slowly.

"I think he'd appreciate that compliment, if I ever bother to tell him. He'd die if he knew I was showing you those."

"I don't know why. He's got a magnificent cock. Wow, look at how you suck him. You can deepthroat that big thing?"

"Uh huh," she said proudly.

"I have to tell you, that's impressive. I'm not sure I could, and I've had my share of thick cocks down my throat."

"That's what I hear."

"You've heard I'm a great cocksucker? I moved to this neighborhood to get away from that reputation," she joked.

"Funny, I've always considered myself a great cocksucker... although that sounds a little conceited to say it out loud."

Shrugging, she said, "It ain't bragging if you can do it, Ann. Besides, if you take pride in something, I don't think there's any harm in admitting when you're great at it."

"Sounds more like advertising."

"I don't know. Maybe it is. But I was kind of forced into it anyway."

"Forced? What the hell does that mean?"

"Okay, maybe I wasn't really forced. But I was teased, and in a way, that kind of led me to who I am today."

"Felicia, what are you talking about?"

"Fellatio."

"What?"

"That's what they used to call me in high school. Fellatio, or Fellatio Felicia."

"Oh my God... really?"

"Yep. And I was so naïve, and I didn't know what it meant at first. So I asked my mother. That went over well," she laughed.

"Shit. That had to be awful."

"It was, but then I went to college, and I decided to embrace it. And as they say, practice makes perfect."

"Ha. So that's when you started... you know, your lifestyle?"

"You mean fucking around? Not really. I fucked a lot of guys in college; sucked even more. But when I met Jason, I thought I'd be like any other girl that settled down. And I did, for the longest time. I fell in love with him, and that's what you were supposed to do."

"So when did you really start?" Felicia became serious. She stopped talking, just looking at Ann. It was almost like she was studying her, reading her body language. Ann could sense it, her gift of discernment going off like an alarm. "Felicia, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Are you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I can trust you, can't I," she stated. It was more of a fact than a question, as if she knew, with absolute certainty, that the woman she was planning on being intimate with in just a short time was someone she knew to be honest and trustworthy. There was just something about Ann that oozed integrity.

"Of course you can."

"Ann, I want to tell you something. Something that's been on my heart for years. Something that only Jason knows."

Ann knew Felicia needed to get it out. Whatever it was, it was weighing on her. She could see it in her eyes. Yes, her friend needed to get it out, and she needed to hear it. Not from a sense of curiosity, although she did wonder what it was that was making the conversation become so serious all of a sudden. No, she needed to hear it, because Felicia needed to confess whatever it was that was bothering her, and she could tell from the way she was being looked at that she'd been chosen to hear it. There was no other choice but to listen, because it was what she needed to do for her friend. Reaching across to touch her arm, she said what she knew Felicia needed to hear from her first.

"I won't tell a soul, Felicia. Not even Neil. You have my word."

She didn't want to keep secrets from her husband, but there were times in life one needed to make tough choices. Felicia was reaching out, and the only way she'd be able to free herself of whatever burden she was under was to know her secret would be as safe as it was now.

And Felicia knew. She didn't know how for sure, but she knew Ann was the one person she'd met who would actually listen, not judge, and keep her darkest secret safe.

"You can't even tell Jason you know, Ann. I'm not going to tell him I told you."

It was an odd olive branch, but she understood immediately why she offered it. If she was going to be keeping something from Neil, Felicia wanted her to know she'd do the same with Jason. She'd tell her, and they'd share. They'd be able to talk about it with each other. But they'd share the load of keeping her knowledge of the secret; both of them equal partners in that they would be hiding their talk from their spouses.

"Like I said, you have my word."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where are the ones from Colorado," Felicia asked, having resumed perusing the pictures, her eyebrow arching as she inquired about the photo set of Ann as Annabelle in the Rocky Mountains.

"They're inside. I wasn't sure how you'd take them."

"I think we're beyond that now, don't you?"

Considering what she'd just been told, Ann felt compelled to show them to Felicia now. After all, she'd sort of teased her about them, telling her about her love of being dominated as a way to share something about herself. "Okay. Let me get them. I'll be right back."

Felicia continued to look at the erotic pictures of her neighbors, her eyes fixated on them. But while she normally would have been focused on Neil and his massive cock, she found herself drawn to Ann, and the hundreds of pictures of her in various states of undress and arousal. Not to mention the lascivious acts she was involved in.

Ann returned and sat back down. She'd never bothered to cover up going inside, running in and out of the house nude. It was unlikely anyone could have seen her, but it didn't matter. She didn't care. She felt so alive and free walking around naked, and that wasn't lost on her friend.

"You said something about being a nudist in Colorado... are you sure you're not one here?"




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 09



© 2015, All rights reserved – mimaster

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Neil was sitting at his desk, piles of papers randomly scattered seemingly everywhere. He was in the middle of a shift analysis project for his boss Jeff; one that was taking more time than he'd anticipated. Still, he was on track to finish it before the end of the day, which was his internal deadline. Jeff had requested it be completed by the next week, but Neil wanted to finish it before the weekend so he wouldn't have to come back to it on Monday. And with it being Friday, that left just a few more hours to get it off his plate.

That didn't mean he was going to go nuts. He had his normal shift responsibilities to consider, so he had to go out there once an hour to check on production. He also had the schedule to update, and the end of shift hours and final numbers to tally and enter into the computer system. Those things took precedence over the project.

He still felt he could get everything done. So much so that he decided he needed to stop and take a break for lunch. He was hungry, and he had started to lose some focus. A bite to eat would only help clear his mind and give him more energy. He pushed some of the papers to the side, clearing a space so he could eat. Taking his lunch cooler out of the drawer of the credenza behind him, he set it on top of his desk and unzipped it.

It was a grey bag made out of a material designed to keep the contents inside cold. It was basically a beer cooler that he'd won in a golf tournament, but he used it for lunch. It came with reusable ice packets that could be frozen, and then placed inside to keep the contents cold during the day. Or whenever, really, depending on what shift he happened to be on.

He just so happened to be on first, his life normal for a change. That is, if anything in his life could be considered normal when compared to other people he knew. After all, not everyone was married to an amazing spouse like he had in Ann. He smiled to himself when he thought about when he'd last seen her.

She had been standing on the front porch of their house in just her robe. He'd traipsed his hands over her naked body underneath it, opening the front in the process. When he walked toward his car he'd turned back to look, knowing what he'd find. Indeed she was there with the robe open, flashing her naked body for him and anyone else to see, albeit all to briefly for his liking. She closed it once she'd given him a last peek, leaving him with a happy wave of her fingers and the memory of how she'd started his morning. His cock was began stirring hours later as he recalled the incredible blowjob she'd given him to wake him up. And then she packed him a lunch while he showered to get ready for work.

"God, I love her," he sighed as he flipped open the top to the lunch cooler and saw the mouth-watering sandwich she'd made him.

He almost always packed his own lunch, establishing early on in their marriage that he didn't expect her to be the traditional housewife his mother had been, making his meals and doing his laundry. He insisted they share most of the mundane household chores, but making his lunch wasn't among them. He felt that was his job alone. Besides, most of the time he knew what he'd be in the mood to eat... it was just easier that way.

Still he was appreciative of the rare occasion when Ann would do it for him. It usually happened much like that morning, when she'd woken up frisky and wanted to take advantage of his body before he left for work. Knowing he didn't have as much time if they had a little morning fun, she'd prepare him something while he got himself ready for his day.

It was the loving gesture of a wife wanting to surprise her husband. He called it 'sex and a sandwich', which was generally what she'd make. He grinned when he saw the ham and turkey with Swiss cheese, loaded with all kinds of 'what do you want on it' items, like lettuce and tomato. Picking it up, he peeked underneath, his grin growing wider as he saw the neatly folded lavender stationary.

Whenever she packed his lunch, she'd always place a little love note inside, something to lift his spirits during work. Normally it was just a little Post-it note, with a smiley face and an 'I love you' written on it. Every once in a while, however, she'd write something on her patented purple parchment, and he knew right away that it was more than a quick sentiment... much, much more.

Whenever she broke out her stationary, it was special. It was intimate. More often than not, it would be erotic and probably sexually explicit. Just the sight of a purple envelope stirred images in his mind, memories of love letters she'd sent him while they were living apart, or erotic notes describing things she wanted to do for him, or with him, or to him. He could smell the enchanting scent of her favorite perfume on it, the aroma wafting from the cooler, teasing his nostrils; a romantic gesture he never tired of.

Carefully opening the folded paper, he set it on his desk, reading the perfect handwriting, his heart racing with excitement over what it could mean, particularly with the weekend upon them, and him not having to work.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hi Baby,

I hope you're having a great day at work today. I loved sending you off in a good mood this morning, and I hope you're going to come home in one too. But I suppose that will depend on how you react to what I have to tell you.

Since you're reading this, I'm pretty sure you're having lunch and you're sitting down, so there's no better time than now. Please know that I love you, and that I'll always love you. You've always accepted who I am as a person, but you've also helped me discover who I am sexually, and that makes me love you even more.

You once told me that I didn't always have to tell you ahead of time if I were going to do something sexually adventurous. You even said at the time that it would ruin it for you if I told you beforehand. I'm going out on a huge limb here, Neil, hoping... no, I'm trusting that you meant those words, because I'm doing something very, very naughty right now as you read this.

I hope you don't get upset or angry. Actually, I'm hoping what I'm doing is going to turn you on as much as I am right now just writing this, thinking about what I'm going to do today. I've been planning this day for months, baby, and it's turned me on the entire time I set it up. As I said, I love you, but I needed a day for me. I'm not going to go into all the details here. I promise I'll explain everything this weekend, but I did want to give you an idea of what this is all about. I know it's going to be a bit of a shock.

Neil, I'm bisexual.

I know I've never admitted that to you. In fact, I didn't believe it myself for the longest time. It wasn't until I went on my girls' night out a few months ago that I realized it. Nothing actually happened that night, other than it got me to thinking about my sexual feelings and urges when it came to women.

I've had to admit now that it's not a phase, or a fetish, or a role I play from time to time. This is part of who I am. Yet somehow, I think you've always known that, and that's why you've been so open and supportive when it came to this side of my sexuality. Like I said, I didn't understand for the longest time. And when I finally figured it out, I had to come to grips with my emotions, learning to accept and embrace that this is me. Now I'm able to say it to you, at least in writing.

The reason I'm writing this is that I'm doing what you've always encouraged me to do, which is to be sexually free and uninhibited. And that means I'm exploring that side of my sexuality today, baby; my lesbian side.

I'm going to be spending my day having random individual sexual encounters. By the time you read this, I'll hopefully have already been with two or three different women, and there will be more before the night is over. I realize this is probably a big shock to you, and I'm sorry for telling you this way, but I couldn't tell you ahead of time. The biggest step for me in admitting that I'm bisexual is to embrace it fully, and today is that day. I finally am. As usual though, I needed to do it on my terms, in my way. I truly hope you understand.

My being bisexual doesn't change our relationship, baby. I'm the same woman that sucked you and swallowed your cum this morning. And I'll be here tonight, naked, waiting for you take me and spread my legs; longing for you to fuck me senseless. I want to prove to you how much I will always love and need that thick, beautiful cock buried inside my pussy.

I know you love me, but I could understand why you would be angry with me for not telling you beforehand, and for doing all of this behind your back like I am. I feel in my heart that you're going to be okay with this, but I don't want to assume that. I guess I'll leave it for you to decide if what I'm doing is that bad enough or not. No matter what though, I'll be ready for you when you come home tonight.

Your loving bisexual wife,

Anna Renee

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil slumped back in his chair, the letter clutched in his hand, an ashen expression on his face.

"Neil, are you okay?" Thelma asked from her desk.

Folding up the letter, he stuffed it in his pocket in a rush. "Me... yeah. I'm fine, why?"

"You look like you're sick, that's why."

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look pale. Maybe you should go home. I can cover things for you."

Thinking about what might be going on at his house at that very moment, he shook his head, a naughty smile crossing his face. "No, I'm fine, Thelma. Thanks for worrying about me. I just need to eat," he smiled.

"I'm pale?" he asked himself, thinking about his physical reaction to what he'd just read.

Yes, as her letter pointed out, it came as bit of a shock. But it wasn't a surprise when he thought about it. She was right. He'd known all along she was technically bisexual. She'd been with too many women, and she had loved the experiences so much she kept going back for more. But now, she was actually embracing it, not just by admitting it, and calling herself one. She was literally practicing it as he ate his lunch, and she had been all day. And like she'd hoped, the mere thought of it turned him on, his raging hard-on being exhibit one.

"No wonder I'm pale... all the blood must have gone from my face to my cock!" he thought, shaking his head as he took a bite of his incredible sandwich.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was against the end of the wall in the great room, her back leaning on the partition that jutted out to separate the hallway and the beginning of the kitchen. Her wet naked body was being held there, and she was surrendering to a long, steamy kiss.

"I had a great time," Martina smiled.

"Me too," she answered breathlessly, feeling Martina's fingers slowly pumping in and out of her pussy, wondering if yet another orgasm was on the way.

But it wasn't. She couldn't remember how many climaxes she'd had. Was it four... five? It might have been as many as six. However many she had in the hour they'd spent together, it was going to have to be enough. Martina removed her hand, licking her fingers seductively as she bent over to pick up her purse. "I wish I had more time, Ann, but I have to get back to work. I'm glad you live close by."

"Me too," she panted, her suddenly empty pussy leaking down her thighs.

"Have fun with the rest of your day."

"I will," she nodded as she walked her to the front door, opening it as she stood off to the side.

They shared another kiss, and she watched Martina walk away in her pristine white nurses' uniform, climbing into her brand new black BMW 325i convertible. She gave a little wave, the top down, her long auburn hair blowing in the wind as she drove off.

Ann stood there, watching the car head out of sight, and as it did, a big brown truck rounded the corner, parking in front of Felicia's house. The driver hopped out and closed the door, taking the time to lock it. Carrying the small brown package under his arm, he practically skipped to the door, and Ann giggled.

"Looks like Douglas can't wait to make his delivery," she grinned as she thought about what was likely awaiting him inside the house.

Closing her door, she let out another sigh, her unbridled libido suddenly rising once again. But she had some time before her next visitor. Worried about fatigue setting in later, she decided to rejuvenate, and she headed to the back of the house to take a quick shower.

The hot spray started to revive her muscles, and the scent of the shampoo made her moan. She washed her body with a shower scrunchy, scrubbing off the baby oil, the rough texture making her skin tingle, especially when she ran it over her nipples and her sensitive clit.

"How many times have I cum today?" she wondered, knowing it was a lot. She wasn't really trying to keep track. But she was excited that it had been so many. So far, her day had exceeded her wildest sexual expectations. And for a woman like Ann, that was saying something.

She wrapped a towel around her body after drying off, heading out onto the deck to retrieve her bikini. Slipping it back on, along with her heels, she felt ready to start the second half of her day.

She made herself some pasta, wanting to load up on carbohydrates to provide her energy for the afternoon. She also made a small salad before sitting down at the table with another glass of wine. Taking her first bite of her lunch, she thought of Neil, wondering if he had read his note yet.

"I hope I didn't royally fuck up today," she worried, a brief second of doubt creeping in. There was the slightest of concerns that she'd totally misread his previous comments. After all, he'd said them long before they were married. But she remembered them vividly; him saying he was okay with not being alerted ahead of time if she were going to do something like she was. Still, what if she was making a colossal mistake that could damage her relationship?

"Well it's too late now... what's done is done," she reasoned. "There's no sense stopping. If he's going to be pissed at me, he might as well be really pissed."

It was hard to imagine he would be, but she'd been wrong before. Her gut reaction was that everything would be fine, at least eventually. But she was sure he'd have something to say about it one way or another.

Her thoughts drifted, thinking about Martina, and what they'd just shared together. It was different, which she expected. After all, her experience with Heather wasn't anything like the one she'd had with Felicia. But this one was unlike either of those because it was so rushed.

Martina had come by on her lunch hour. Actually, it was an hour and a half. It took her fifteen minutes to get from Neil's plant to the house, and she needed the same to get back. She'd given herself some extra time in the middle of the day, knowing she'd stay late at work to compensate for it. Still, that left just an hour for them to be together.

That meant there was no time to lie out on the deck. And no baby oil, other than what she transferred onto her friends' soft pale skin as they made love to each other.

Much like Heather, Martina took control from the start. Ann had met her at the door, never bothering to dress after Felicia left. When she opened it for her, Martina grinned.

"I see you're ready to start."

"Hi. Thanks for coming," Ann said in what had become her traditional greeting.

Martina reached for the zipper of her form fitting uniform. It was one of those snug mini-dress types, and as she lowered the front, it was quickly apparent that was all she was wearing. Letting it fall to the carpet, she took Ann's hand. "Take me to bed," she said in a low, raspy voice.

Ann climbed onto the mattress first, as Martina eyed the strap-on harness on the floor where Ann had placed it, having picked it up from the bathroom where Heather had left it. But Martina ignored it, grasping one of the large dildos lying about instead before crawling up beside her.

"Spread your legs, Ann," she instructed, wasting no time. A tongue slid across Ann's wet slit, bumping against her clit. Then she felt her labia being split with the rubber cock.

Moments later, Martina sucked her breasts, her hands working the shaft back and forth. It was a furious start to what would turn out to be an aerobic hour of lovemaking. They ate each other. They fingered each other. They used the dildo to stretch each others' cunts. And they made each other cum, often. The orgasms were so intense and so frequent it was a bit frightening on some levels.

They never took the time to rest, knowing they didn't have that much to begin with. When Martina finally asked what time it was, they both realized they needed to stop so she could get back to work.

And that was the hard part. They played with each other all the way to the door, two lovers that couldn't get enough of each other. Every time she tried to let her go, Martina would come back for more. While Ann didn't know what it felt like firsthand, she likened it to having a forbidden lover, the burning passion too intense to extinguish. And that made sense; she'd certainly made love with Martina, and everything she'd been doing up to that point could be described as forbidden. Mostly because Neil didn't know she was doing it.

When she first got pinned against the end of that wall, her legs were spread wide while Martina ate her there, kneeling on the kitchen floor, she knew she was going to cum yet again. After she did, Martina left her there, leaning against the wall, trying desperately to catch her breath.

Martina returned a moment later in her dress, the front already zipped. Her hand traced down along Ann's side, until she dipped her fingers inside her pussy. Ann stared at the clock across the room from her, wondering if she was daring her to cum one more time before she left.

She had been lost in that daydream when the doorbell rang, startling her. It was only then that she realized she'd finished her lunch, and she'd been sitting there at the table with her fingers inside her cunt, her tiny bikini bottom pulled to the side, slowly fucking herself while recalling how her latest encounter had ended.

Pulling out her fingers, she licked them much like Martina had done before leaving. It wasn't a daydream at all. It had really happening. In fact, her daylong adventure wasn't over yet. She crossed the floor, excited about picking up where the last orgasm left off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The afternoon was dragging on endlessly, as if somehow time became frozen, one minute seeming the same as the last. He'd read the letter hours before, but in his mind it was like he'd just opened it. In a matter of a few minutes during his lunch, his day had changed dramatically.

Neil couldn't get Ann off of his mind, wondering constantly what she might be up to at the moment, and who she might be with. He could think of lots of women that might have been included, and he knew many of his guesses would be correct. But he also wondered if there might be one he was missing, or someone that he'd never met.

Not that it mattered. She was an adult, capable of making her own friends. That came easily to her, more than anyone he'd ever met. He knew she had made several friends that he'd actually never had gotten a chance to meet himself, so it was entirely possible that she could be with one of them. And even if it was someone he knew, it really didn't change the circumstances. She had decided to explore her lesbian side more deeply, hoping that he'd be accepting, counting on what he'd said before.

And she was right. He'd told her, more than once, that it would spoil things like what she was doing if he knew about it ahead of time. He remembered the first time, the event indelibly imprinted in his brain. It was their night in Utah, when she'd had sex with Maryam, the hotel masseuse. It became way more exciting to him that she'd already done it when he found out, and it led to an incredible night of sex between the two of them. To get mad at her now when she was only following his expressed desires seemed ridiculous. Especially since he was turned on by the very idea of what she was doing at that moment.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 09



He was standing next to one of the production lines, lost in thought, his hand fondling the letter stuffed into his pocket when something popped into his head. Something he glossed over when he first read it because of the shock of her revelation.

"Why did she sign it 'Anna Renee'?" he wondered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The afternoon seemed to fly by. It was like somehow, time became fluid, one minute overlapping the next. It seemed like she had just opened the front door for the first time that morning, and her day changed so dramatically.

Now she'd opened it again, and her heart raced when she got a look at Olivia. She was standing there with a bikini in her hand, the front of her wraparound sundress wide open, exposing her naked body.

"Hi Ann," she said sexily as she let the tiny garments dangle from her finger.

"Hi," she grinned, her eyes drawn to the neatly trimmed diamond above her pussy, the jet black pubic hair matching the long, silky strands she had on her head. "Thanks for coming."

"I didn't know if we were starting with the sunbathing, or if we were having sex first, but I see you're wearing your bikini. I suppose I should put this on."

"You are a daring little slut, aren't you?" she winked.

"Most of the time," Olivia shrugged, "Then again, I would guess you already knew that. That's why you invited me. I also get the feeling I'm not the only one here who is."

"And what makes you say that?"

"You talked me into doing this. I've never done anything like this before."

"What's that... had sex with a woman?"

Olivia grinned and shook her head. "No, I've done that before, although it's been a while. But I've never cheated on my husband."

"Is that what we're doing? Cheating on our husbands?"

"Isn't it? I mean, maybe it's not in the traditional sense, but we are going to be having sex behind their backs. At least, I hope we will be."

Ann moved in closer, giving her a peck on the cheek, then trailing her mouth in little kisses until their lips met. "Don't worry. We will."

Fifteen minutes later they were on the deck, oiled up and baking in the hot afternoon sunshine. With it being later in the day, the sun had cleared the roof, the intensity of the rays soaking into their bronze skin. Between the direct sunlight, the temperature in the low 90s, and the anticipation of how they were going to spend the next several hours, they both began to perspire.

"This feels incredible," Olivia said, the beads of sweat rolling over her body matching the tingling between her legs.

"Yeah, I love lying out in the nude."

They actually spent almost an hour and a half just sunbathing as they got to know each other better. Unlike most of the girls, it was the first time Ann had been alone with Olivia. While she hadn't been alone with Martina before either, she had been with her enough in social settings that they'd become friends.

The truth was she had only been with Olivia a couple of times, the first at Carol and Barry's Super Bowl party. She was actually one of Carol's close friends, the two having been college roommates. But she and Olivia had connected at the party, as well as at the girls' night out. She knew she had a wild side, as evidenced by her having become one of the Super Bowl sluts, and she thought of her as soon as she came up with her plan for a lesbian day.

Since then, she had talked to her on the phone a couple dozen times, hoping to build on the budding friendship they'd started so it wouldn't feel awkward when they got together. But it was still odd that she was now there beside her, and they were both nude.

They'd been there on the deck all that time, talking and laughing while they tanned and perspired, both of them drinking lots of water to keep their fluid levels up. Finally, Olivia chuckled lightly. "You know, I was a little surprised when Carol called me to ask if I'd be interested in doing this."

"Why? Was it because I didn't call you myself the first time?"

"No, that made sense. I mean, we'd only met a couple of times. What surprised me was that she was so excited about doing this."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Because, I tried to hook up with her in college, and she was never interested. Now, she's calling me out of the blue to ask if I want to have sex, but not with her. It was strange."

"Well when you put it like that, I suppose it is."

"I'm glad she called, Ann," she said, holding out her hand. "And I'm glad you called. It means a lot that you thought of me. I know today is a big day for you."

"It's been fun so far."

Olivia squeezed her hand. "I think we're going to have fun too."

Ann blinked her eyes from the bright sun. She wasn't wearing her sunglasses because she'd been tanning with her eyes closed. But now they were wide open, looking at her new friend. One she knew she was about to become a lot closer to. And she was suddenly anxious.

"Are you really doing this behind Ben's back?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just a little worried about it, that's all."

"Aren't you doing the same thing to Neil?"

"In a way. I didn't tell him beforehand, but I left him a note in his lunch today telling him what I'm up to. I didn't spell out any real details, but he has to know by now."

"Wow... I wish I would have thought of that," she said under her breath with a naughty grin.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Absolutely. Tonight when I get home."

"Is he going to be... okay with it?"

Olivia's excitement was hard to contain. "I don't know for sure, but I'll be stunned if we're not fucking two minutes after I break it to him."

"You sound pretty confident."

"I haven't been with another woman since college, Ann. But he makes me tell him the stories of what I did all the time. And while he hasn't come out and said it, I think he secretly wants me to do something like this."

"He just wants a threesome," she laughed.

"I really don't think that's it. And we haven't discussed it. But I would if he wanted to. We'd just have to find the right woman."

"Well don't look at me. I don't fuck other men."

Olivia smiled and said, "I know you don't. But apparently Carol does."

She flinched, her eyebrow arching as she mulled over that comment. "You're going to ask Carol to have a threesome with you and Ben?"

"Already have. She's thinking about it."

"She is?"

"Uh huh. We just have to finish negotiating first."

"Ha... that's sounds familiar," she giggled, reminded of the bargaining she and Neil had done with Carol to get a better financial arrangement with his company, agreeing to several threesomes with her as part of the deal. "So, what's she negotiating for?"

"Oh, it's not just her. We both are. It started with me wanting a day with her for agreeing to be with you today."

Her heart sank, the obvious implication being that Olivia had to be convinced to show up and be with her, and that Carol had to agree to another sexual favor in order to make it happen. After all, she'd given her boss a blowjob just to get Neil more money and vacation in their negotiations. It was obvious she would use sex as a means to an end if she wanted to.

Taking that to mean that she didn't really want to be there, Ann felt her lip quivering as she quietly responded. "Oh."

Olivia saw Ann's reaction, squeezing her hand to bring her back. "Ann... I was always going to do this. When you called that night and asked me if I'd talked to Carol, I knew right then that she had been serious. And I knew then I wanted to do this. I just didn't tell her that."

"Why not?"

"Because, when she said she'd been with you, I couldn't get it out of my mind that she'd changed. I started thinking about all the times I suggested it in college. I want to finally fulfill that fantasy. But that has nothing to do with me being here. I want to be here... with you! I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Oh. Well that makes me feel better."

"Good, because I'm having a good time, and it's only going to get better."

"So... what else are you negotiating?"

"Like I said, I thought if I were going to do this, then it would be nice to have a threesome for Ben. And Carol is thinking about it. But I have to have a talk tonight with Ben to see if he'll let me do what Carol wants in return."

"And that would be?"

Olivia sighed and said, "She wants me to have a threesome with her and Barry."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah. It's a big step."

"Are you really going to do it?"

"It's up to Ben. If he wants a threesome, then it's a two way street. He has to let me be with them."

"Do you want to?"

"I'm not sure yet. I like the idea of it, and I think if I know Ben, it's going to be something he wants too. But this is a big step. Humongous, actually."

"And Carol is adamant about it?"

"Very. Mainly because of Barry. She and Barry don't apparently have a problem with her being with you and Neil, although I'm not sure why. But for him to let her have another guy like that? Let's just say that she thinks it's only fair that she has one where Barry gets to have some fun with another woman. That's a hard point to argue with."

"So you're going to do it then."

"Like I said, it really all depends on how I sell it to Ben. But after telling him what you and I do today, I'm pretty sure he'll want to. It's all about the timing of when I ask him."

"When are you going to do that?"

"When we're fucking tonight," she laughed. "And like I said, that will happen as soon as I confess to cheating on him with you."

"Hmm... then maybe we should give you something to confess other than just sunbathing in the nude."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Ann rammed her hips as fast as she could, driving the cock of the strap-on hard and deep into her friend's cunt. She was holding Olivia's ankles, spreading her legs wide, pumping wildly.

Her head snapped back, making Ann smile. "Cum for me, Olivia!" she barked, the squeaking of the mattress springs drowned out by her shrieks.

Olivia did cum. She'd been cumming for quite a while. When she signed up for being one of a long list of lesbian lovers Ann would have that day, she thought it would be more of a romantic encounter. She imagined there'd be lots of hugging and touching, followed by kissing and licking. Yes, she knew there'd be some penetration, but she never expected anything like what was happening.

Ann bent her in half, placing her legs on her shoulders and leaning over her body. She moved up on her toes, ramming down at an increased angle as Olivia's ass lifted off the mattress.

"FUUUUCCCKKKK!" came another scream, even louder than the last.

"That's it. Cum on my cock!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They'd actually started on the tender side, stopping to share a few kisses and hugs as they made their way to the bedroom. Olivia had admitted that she was out of practice. It had been well over ten years since she'd been with a woman. And as soon as she saw the well used bed, she became nervous. Not that she was backing out. She just needed led to where she wanted to go.

Ann was going to do that from the start anyway. She'd let Heather and Martina have their way with her, taking the lead, so to speak. In between, she had orchestrated the lovemaking with Felicia, knowing it was her first time, and wanting it to be gentle to ease her into it.

With Olivia, she decided to be more aggressive. She kissed her, not waiting to be kissed back, forcefully taking her mouth, slipping her tongue inside before Olivia could object. And she did that throughout, pushing her, testing her limits.

Ann rolled onto her back early, digging her fingers into Olivia's thick black hair, using it to pull her face into her open crotch. She demanded that she eat her, telling her how, pressing her sexual buttons. Olivia thrived on it.

She sensed that Olivia liked to control the action sexually. She could picture Ben as being more passive, even though he was so much bigger and stronger than his wife. Yet she recalled how he'd actually used his hand and forced her kneel in front of him at the party, making her follow up on her promise and suck his cock in front of everyone. And then he grabbed her by the arm and told her to do the same to Alphonso like she'd pledged.

She remembered Olivia's response; how it seemed to turn her on, the wild look in her eyes. Yes, that was most certainly the reaction of a woman that was used to having her own way in the bedroom. She knew, because that's how she used to be, before Neil came into her life.

Olivia responded favorably to being treated a little roughly, lapping at Ann's pussy as she had her head held there. Ann curled her leg, wrapping it around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. It felt so good.

She recalled Olivia saying it had been a long time, but it was hard to believe she was out of practice. Maybe the old bicycle theory also applied to bisexuals; once you know how to do it, you never forget. Although in the position they were now in, Ann was the one doing the riding. She'd flipped them over, and she was sitting on her face, grinding her cunt over her mouth as she held onto the headboard. She did that through two orgasms, screaming and yelling as she came.

Finally lifting off, she looked down at her. Olivia's eyes were unblinking, her face frozen, cheeks and mouth slick and glistening. Her lips were parted, but she was breathing through her nose, taking deep breaths. Her expression was calm, almost tranquil, and then she shook her head as if coming to. Still, she didn't say anything.

It was halftime. At least that was how Ann was looking at it. Now that she'd cum, it was her turn. She turned around, her pussy still hovering over Olivia's head. Grabbing her thighs, she pulled her legs back toward her, lifting her ass off the bed while splitting her legs further apart. With Olivia now on her shoulders, Ann looked at her pussy, already wet and parted, and she smiled.

She felt Olivia's hands on her ass, trying to pull her down, but she resisted.

"Don't. I'm doing you now," she said sternly.

"Then why are you above me like this?"

"Because I don't want you moving; that's why you're in this position. I want you to look at my pussy... but no touching unless I tell you."

She attacked, her aggressive mindset taking control of her actions. Digging her tongue deep into that juicy hole, she licked at it wildly, making Olivia squeal.

"OH FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed.

She moved back, looking down between their bodies, making eye contact. "What?" she asked, acting annoyed.

"I said... what are you doing? I thought we were making love, Ann."

"Well you thought wrong. We're fucking. Now lie still and shut up. Your pussy is belongs to me right now, understand!"

Olivia nodded, a lump growing in her throat. "What did I get myself into?" she wondered nervously as she rested her head on the mattress. Her eyes fixed on Ann's dripping cunt as she waited... and worried.

Ann smiled. But she too was nervous, hoping she didn't totally misinterpret the signs she thought she'd seen in Olivia. It was a risk, but she'd already played her hand. Instead of changing, she forged ahead. And this time, she went in even more aggressive, latching onto her clit and sucking hard.

"UUUUNNHHHHH!" Olivia groaned, her hips lurching upward from the harsh contact.

Ann licked at her bud, her mouth acting as vacuum. When she felt Olivia grab her thighs to hold on, she knew she'd made the right decision, at least for the moment.

That first orgasm came quick and rather violently, and she could tell her friend's head was thrashing back and forth between her knees. The release tasted so sweet, and it drove her, knowing there was more where that literally came from.

Olivia was became an emotional mess, the experience almost too much to bear. Ann was unyielding, never letting up as she ate her. Every once in a while, she'd lower her pussy making her eat her as well, but it wasn't to get off. It was more to keep reminding her of who was in charge.

She came four times in the first half-hour before Ann relented, if you could call it that. When she felt her tongue practically raping her tiny asshole in another display of her incredible oral talents, she thought she was going to pass out. And that's when she felt her slip two fingers into her quivering cunt.

"Oh fuck... how does she know?" Olivia moaned desperately, thinking about how Ann seemed to be inside her head. Her eyes snapped shut as she felt another orgasm fast approaching.

Ann did know. It was like they were playing a game, and she was five moves ahead, predicting how her prey would react, keeping her on the edge the entire time. She knew exactly what Olivia needed before she did. As time went on, her confidence grew, and so did her passion. She was into it, in ways she never dreamed she could be.

"I am a lesbian," she thought in a brief moment of self-awareness. She knew she wasn't, even though she'd set up a day for just that. But there was no denying now that she truly was bisexual, and that was a huge reaffirming discovery for her.

She left Olivia lying there like a damp towel, huffing to catch her breath after her latest climax. Ann strapped on the harness, then grabbed a couple of other items, knowing she was far from through. Unlike the other women she'd been with, Olivia didn't have to leave right away. Or more to the point, Ann didn't have anyone else coming over until after five. That gave them a lot more time together, and she was going make the most of it by pushing Olivia's limits.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Olivia was wiggling, the cock buried inside her pussy just resting there, making her feel full. Her legs were on the mattress, although in an uncomfortable position from being spread so wide. It had been a long time since she'd been put through the paces like what was happening to her, not even by her husband. She never dreamed when she accepted Ann's invitation that she'd be so royally fucked. And she knew it wasn't over yet. Not from the look of determination she saw in Ann's eyes.

That look made her cunt spasm, the walls of her pussy clamping at the rubber shaft inside her. She yelped when she felt her nipples being twisted again, but that kept the fire inside her burning hot. She was spent, and yet she wanted more. She needed more. She was waiting for more.

Ann watched Olivia's face as she pulled out, the fake cock wet and glistening. She placed the tip against her ass, pressing forward ever so slightly.

"ANN!"

"Yes," she replied calmly.

"W... what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Ann... please...."

"Please yes, or please no," she asked, waiting for an answer. But none came. Olivia was frozen, unsure of how to answer. "Have you ever been fucked in that amazing ass, Olivia?"

"Yes, but –"

She raised her hand, shaking her head. "That's all I need to hear. So, is it please yes... or please no?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She was pressing her hips further forward as she asked the question, making the thick head of the lifelike dildo pop past her anal ring. Olivia closed her eyes, biting her lip as she braced herself; another inch invaded her back hole.

"HOLY FUCK!" she growled when Ann started fucking her with short jabbing strokes, each one burying more of the cock into her ass.

She actually loved anal sex, but this seemed so different. It felt... it felt more like cheating. She was literally fucking behind Ben's back, and that made it seem forbidden, and oddly exciting. She'd gone into the experience thinking she would cuddle for hours, enjoying the tender loving touch of another woman, eating some pussy along the way. What she got instead was a date with a sex-crazed vixen hell bent on showing her just how lifelike it was to be fucked with a strap-on.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 09



She knew she'd never really cheat on him. She could already see in her mind his cock becoming engorged, turning into a raging hard-on for her when she would tell him how she'd spent her day. And yes, she'd confess to letting Ann fuck her pussy... and then her ass. She'd confess to everything.

Ann was bucking up against her, the shaft now fully penetrating her delicious ass. She found herself a comfortable rhythm, able to control the cock more easily in the tighter hole she was now using. Still, she thought of Neil when he'd fuck her ass, and how much thicker his shaft was, yet how effortless and sexy he could make it look. "It's got to be easier to fuck when you have a real cock," she hummed.

Her eyes were drawn to Olivia's breasts, swaying back and forth as she humped. She loved how natural she looked lying there, taking the pounding she was getting, murmuring without saying anything. Then she caught her friend sneaking her left hand down her body, making its way toward her pussy to play with her clit.

It was the moment she'd been waiting for. Reaching down, she picked up one of her Antonio dildos, keeping it hidden, which wasn't hard since Olivia's eyes were closed. Just as she was about to touch her clit, Ann beat her to it, thrusting the thick cock halfway into her pussy.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK!" Olivia screamed; her lungs aching as she struggled to breathe. Her will gave out, Ann totally controlling her now. And she knew she now had more to confess.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil read the letter again... and again, focusing on the last few paragraphs. It thrilled him that Ann had finally made a confession of sorts and admitted to being bisexual. He remembered when he'd first had that thought, back when Ann was still contemplating the idea of having sex with a woman, months before it would ever happen. He wondered if he could handle being married to a woman that found pleasure swinging both ways.

Now, he wondered how his life would be different if she didn't, and the answer wasn't one he liked. Indeed, he was thrilled she'd finally accepted who she was. It didn't threaten him, or scare him. It excited him, and in the process it turned him on.

He skimmed over the part where she alluded to what she was doing. The way she made it sound, she was likely doing something at that very moment. He didn't want to dwell on how naughty she was being, or who she might be with any longer. Those answers would come in time. Again, all he knew was that it turned him on.

It was that last paragraph that captured most of his attention, particularly the last couple of lines. He kept tripping over them. He'd read it slowly. He'd change the inflection, emphasizing different words to get different meanings. He read it again... I know you love me, but I could understand why you would be angry with me for not telling you before, and for doing all of this behind your back like I am. I feel in my heart that you're going to be okay with this, but I don't want to assume that. I guess I'll leave it for you to decide if what I've done is that bad enough or not. No matter what though, I'll be ready for you when you come home tonight.

He highlighted how she closed the letter, calling herself his loving bisexual wife. And then he re-read how she'd signed it. The last couple of sentences...the signature, it couldn't be random. Was she really telling him she wanted him to come home and literally make her pay for what she was doing? What else could the 'bad enough' part mean?

He struggled to understand, not wanting to miss a hint or a clue. It was hard for him to believe she'd want to spend the entire day doing what she was doing only to have him punish her in some way. At the same time, it made perfect sense; that is if you could make sense out of a plan Ann came up with and how her mind worked. The plans she made were to be enjoyed, not overanalyzed. If there was one thing he'd learned since they'd been married, it was to accept what she came up with sexually and just go with it. Still, it bugged him that he couldn't figure out what she wanted.

Exasperated, he put the letter on the passenger seat, looking out his window again. Checking the clock on his dashboard, he knew Jason would be arriving soon. Opening the door, he got out, the oppressive heat in stark contrast to the air conditioning of the car. He began sweating just getting his clubs out of the hatch, but he laced up his shoes anyway.

"If I can't go home, I might as well play golf," he sighed, thinking it might take his mind off what was happening at the house.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Unlike the previous four friends Ann had over, Olivia didn't leave once they'd finished in the bedroom. It was a good thing too, because she wasn't sure she could drive the way she felt after basically being double penetrated. Her ass was a little sore. Her pussy was red and puffy. She'd never felt more sexual in her life. And yet while she was having an amazing time, there was a part of her that couldn't wait to get home to Ben.

She was lying on her lounger, her legs spread wide with her feet on the deck. Ann was next to her on her own chair, but she was on her side, staring at the gorgeous woman she'd just abused.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" she questioned, finally working up the courage to ask what had been weighing on her mind.

"I've never been better Ann. God... you really know how to use that thing."

"The strap-on?" she giggled, her cute nose wrinkling a little.

"Yeah. That was incredible. And then when you... I've never had two like that before. I've never even thought of it."

"You should feel it when they're both attached to a person," she winked.

"You've fucked two guys like that before?" Olivia snapped, the shock on her face making Ann grin.

"No. It was a Neil, and Carol with a strap-on. But get used to the idea if you end up doing a threesome with her and Barry. She has a one a lot like mine."

"Wow. You know, I knew today was going to be amazing, but I never dreamed I'd get fucked like that."

"Did I go too far?" she wondered, finally breaking down and asking the question that had been troubling her.

Slowly shaking her head, Olivia let out a big sigh. "No. It wasn't what I expected, but that only made it better. I swear there were a couple of times when I felt like you were reading my mind."

Relaxing, she turned onto her back, closing her eyes as she spread her legs much like Olivia's. It made her feel sexier, even naughtier, to be so lewdly on display, even if there wasn't anyone looking. Or so she thought.

"Trying to entice me with your pretty little pussies?"

The voice startled them both. Olivia actually gasped out loud, while Ann sat up straight in her chair.

"FUCK! CAROL!" she snapped, her heart suddenly racing.

"You scared the shit out of us," Olivia exclaimed, her hand covering her chest to check her own heartbeat.

"Sorry, but the front door was unlocked. I figured you wanted me to just come back and join you."

"There's another chair in the garage if you want to get it."

"No... I have to go anyway," Olivia sighed again. "If she's here it has to be going on six. Ben doesn't even know where I'm at right now."

"You never told him?" Carol said in surprise.

"No... I'm telling him as soon as I get home." She grabbed her bathing suit, never bothering to put it on. There was no point, since she'd been naked since she arrived. Instead, she slipped her sexy sundress back over her shoulders, wrapping it as she stood up. She gave Ann a little wave of her fingers as she passed Carol. "I can't tell you how much fun I had today, Ann. Thanks for thinking of me."

"I should be thanking you. It was great getting to know you better," she replied, thinking immediately of how odd that sounded.

"You know, that was fun. But I think I'll remember the sex more," she grinned.

Moving toward the door, she stopped in front of Carol. Wrapping her hand around her good friend's neck, she pulled her into a soft, sexy kiss. "You're next," she whispered.

"Do you mean I'm next for Ann... or for you?" she asked, licking her lips seductively, still feeling the magic of their kiss.

"Both," she giggled as she walked through the house. "Have fun, you two!"

Carol turned her attention to Ann as she stood in front of her, dressed in a conservative pants suit she'd worn to work.

"You look stunning in that outfit," Ann commented.

"Thanks," she said as she turned to go back into the house.

"Where are you going?"

"To undress. Why don't you lose the chairs and I'll be right back."

"Lose them? What are you talking about?"

"Put the chairs on the other side of the deck and then take the cushions off them and place them right there where you are. We can use them for a mattress."

"Don't you want to lay out first? Then we can go inside and use the bedroom."

Carol had already slipped off her jacket, and she was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. "I know you have this fantasy about sunbathing and then doing something sexy together."

"Yeah, it's called sex."

"I know. And I don't want to wait. So I figure we could do both at the same time while we're on the deck."

"You want to have sex with me... out here?"

Carol winked as she closed the door and said, "So do you, Ann. And you know it."

Ten minutes later she'd returned outside, wrapped in a towel, getting on her knees before she dropped it. Ann had made the changes she'd requested, and she was lying back toying with her pussy. As they shared a steamy kiss in the sweltering heat, Carol felt herself melting into Ann's arms.

"I've been thinking about you all day, Ann. I can't believe we're doing this without Neil."

"We've done it before," she said as she nibbled her neck.

"He was there... he was just in the pool."

"Same thing. We're alone, that's all that matters to me right now. Are you sure you want to do this here?"

"It's all I could think about after I talked to Heather this morning."

"You... you talked to Heather?"

"And Martina. That's why I don't want to wait, Ann. I'm so wet I can't stand it."

"Then you came to the right place. I think I can take care of you," she cooed as she slowly started kissing and licking her way down Carol's sensuous body.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They were finishing up their round, and Neil was behind Jason by three strokes with four holes to play. They were playing stroke play instead of match play, the total score of the round being the deciding factor instead of who won the greater number of holes. The two were fairly evenly matched with their handicaps within one of each other, and it made for a fun round.

They weren't playing for much as far as stakes go, a congratulatory beer going to the winner. But it was still a bet, and Neil wanted to win. He was off his game though, making a couple of uncharacteristic mistakes, the last being a missed short putt that put him behind be three shots.

Jason kidded him about it as the walked to their cart. They both preferred to walk when the played, but with them starting so late in the day and it being so hot out, they decided to ride to make sure they could get eighteen holes in before dark. Neil took the jibe as it was intended, knowing it was all part of the good-natured ribbing that was part of golfing with friends, something that he was used to on the golf course. He'd taken far worse abuse from his Dad when they played.

Yet as the drove to the next tee, Jason finally caved. He wasn't supposed to bring it up, and he'd done a great job of it all through the round. But he knew it was on Neil's mind, and the gentleman in him was torn between keeping his word to his wife, and reaching out to a friend who obviously was struggling with what was happening at home.

"You're not quite yourself today, Neil."

"Well, I've played better, if that's what you mean."

"You're not playing that bad. But you've made some strange decisions."

"Huh?"

"It wasn't like you to go for that shot on twelve. You always make the safe play there. That's one of the things I admire about your game. You judge risk versus reward better than most people I've ever played with."

"Yeah, that was pretty dumb. I hit the five-wood so well... I don't know why in the world I hit driver."

"Like I said, you don't seem like yourself. Then again, maybe that's one I have up on you today. My life is pretty much the same."

The cart stopped and Neil grabbed his driver again, this time because it was the club he'd usually use. Walking up onto the tee, he waited for Jason to tee off, as he'd won the honor on the previous hole.

After he hit his shot, Neil asked, "What did you mean when you said you're life is the same?"

He placed his ball on the tee and got ready to hit, when Jason replied, "I'll just say that unlike you, I'm used to my wife having sex with someone else while I'm at work... or golfing."

He stopped mid swing, almost pulling a muscle to keep from hitting the ball. "What?"

"I will say that this is the first time she's had sex with a woman though," he winked. "I'm pretty excited to find out how Felicia liked being with your wife today."

He dropped his club, making Jason laugh. And that also changed the dynamic of their friendly round of golf. It was still friendly, and it was still golf. But the wager suddenly didn't matter anymore. He had questions, and apparently Jason had answers.

They spent the rest of the final four holes, along with the time drinking the beer Jason bought him in clubhouse afterward, talking about their relationship with their wives. He didn't win the beer, his concentration shaken by the revelation that his playing partner knew what Ann was doing... and with Felicia as one of her guests. Jason felt obligated to buy it the moment he'd dropped that bombshell on the tee. They ended up sharing tales, Neil offering some of the sexual things he and Ann had done during their marriage. Jason explained the unusual arrangement he had with his Felicia, and how he not only accepted it, he encouraged her to be promiscuous.

Some of it was hard for him to believe. But he listened, knowing Jason wasn't venting. He was looking for some understanding from a man he considered a close friend, even though there was a big difference in their ages. He and Felicia had originally befriended their new neighbors thinking of them as their kids. But that had gradually changed; the friendship evolving as time went by. Jason looked at Neil as a contemporary of sorts. Other than his wife, Ann was the most sexual woman he'd ever met, so the camaraderie and respect he had for Neil stemmed from there and continued to grow.

Jason also knew Neil wasn't judging him. He was just listening, offering a willing and patient ear, one that didn't critique or inquire unnecessarily. He found that a refreshing quality in what he considered a young man. So much so that he knew in his heart he could tell him anything and know it would be held in confidence.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The light was starting to fade, the bright yellow sun turning into a brilliant orange as it began to descend over the mountain range to the west. And with it, the temperature began to drop. With the oddly low humidity for the time of year, it seemed to cool rather quickly, going from the low 90s to the upper 70s in what seemed like no time at all.

Of course, it was still very hot on the deck. The two naked babes having sex there kind of saw to that. They'd been going at each other for a couple of hours. Well, Carol was still going at Ann. She'd arrived excited, the prospect of joining the list of women that had visited the Thomas home during the day proving to be a huge turn on. Not to mention the idea of actually having sex out on her deck.

For her part, Ann had started to fade with the waning sunlight, fatigue beginning to set in. She'd started her day giving her husband an energetic send off, blowing him with guilt driven enthusiasm. She followed that up by rushing around the back yard, lugging the heavy partitions from the crawlspace to the deck, scrambling to install them before Heather arrived. She'd pretty much been going non-stop since she woke up.

Yes, she'd taken a break mid-day to eat some lunch and rejuvenate her body, going so far as to take a shower. And it wasn't like it was continuous sex; some lesbian tag-team orgy where they were lined up to use her. There were lots of gaps of just tanning with one of her friends. In fact, the sun was the real culprit, the brilliance of the sunshine and the heat it created sapping her strength as the long day wore on.

She was on her hand and knees, Carol behind her as she rammed the well-used dildo of the strap-on into her pussy. She was bent forward, her nipples dragging against the fabric of the flowered cushion. Carol's fingers gripped Ann's hips, digging into her skin lightly as she pulled her back into her groin.

Ann was lost, somewhere between her erotic dream and the reality she was living out. Her orgasm seemed inevitable, and yet she'd cum so much she'd become a bit desensitized. She was on a precarious cliff. She'd either fall over it and crash, the explosive ending of her day... or she'd hang there, dangling, never reaching the big climactic ending she suddenly longed for.

It wasn't like she hadn't cum with Carol. Hell, they both had, several times. But as she tired, Carol took over, telling her she wanted to give her one more. And she wanted one, almost too much; it was taking longer than either of them anticipated. She kept lowering her body, her chest now pressing totally against the cushion, hoping the increase in the angle would change the pressure against her numb clit, bringing her needed relief.

Carol saw the shadow in the darkness, a knowing smile coming to her face. Ann sensed it as well, but much too late, her mental state of exhaustion making her vulnerable. Her head was yanked up by her hair, her face suddenly smacked with a hard, fleshy cock, before feeling the head press against her lips. She knew who it was, but she didn't look. She simply opened her mouth, her throat filled instantly as she gave herself to the one she loved.

"You're bisexual... not a lesbian. And that means you need a real cock, not a fake one!" Neil barked as he started fucking her face hard and deep.

Ann tried to catch her breath, working to breathe through her nose, but she coughed, almost gagging. He gave her one quick chance to recover, before ramming deep inside again. Fortunately for her, she was able to adjust, because he wasn't letting up.

She knew the instant she felt his thick shaft sliding down her gullet that he was right. There was never a doubt. She loved him, and his glorious cock. She couldn't live without either of them if she tried. As much fun as she'd had on her self-proclaimed 'lesbian day', she was a slut for him. She had finally accepted that she was bisexual now, but if percentages were applied, it wasn't a 50/50 thing. If anything, it was more like ninety-nine percent Neil, with the rest left over for her dalliances with women. And she loved it that way.

The three of them continued until he tired of her mouth. Actually what he tired of was her lack of energy. No matter the circumstances, he loved her mouth wrapped around his throbbing flesh. But she was so spent it became too arduous to continue like they were.

He directed traffic on the deck, the three of them switching positions. Ann knew what was coming. It was poetic, really, the symmetry in her day. As she straddled Carol, feeling the big rubber shaft penetrate her pussy once again, she felt him behind her, tilting her body, exposing her ass.

"Oh God," she hissed as she waited for him to shove his cock deep into her back hole.

Her back arched when he impaled her with his shaft, her tits jutting out for his hands to paw. She moaned at the touch of his rough palms and strong fingers, reveling how they mauled at her breasts. It was such a welcome change to the soft, womanly hands that had been massaging her all day. This was more of a grope, the raw, abrasive contact filling her with lust.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 10



© 2015, All rights reserved - mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil stood next to the bed, admiring his incredible wife as she lay sleeping. It was already close to nine on a picture-perfect Saturday morning in late July, but he'd let her sleep in, wanting to get things ready for their day ahead. It was hard not to be captured by her beauty, and it took all of his willpower not to peel down the silk sheet covering her, knowing her sexy naked body was underneath.

Ann roused as she sensed her husband staring at her. Blinking as she woke up more fully, she took a moment to focus. She was drawn to his face, his brilliant blue eyes smiling at her. Her own eyes gazed at him, the definition of his muscled bare chest and hard abdomen practically popping out. She stole a glance at his crotch, her heart fluttering from the thought of the package that was hidden behind his sexy black boxers.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said with a bright grin, a different present in his hand.

How quickly her demeanor changed. The sight of what he was holding made her recoil; his greeting creating a reaction even she couldn't have anticipated just seconds before.

"AGGGHHHH!" she yelled out, her fists clenched underneath the sheets as she shook her head back and forth like an angry little girl. She'd become agitated, which oddly made him laugh. "Stop it!" she snapped.

"Come on. You can't be serious. Are you really going to let this bother you?"

"Yes," she said, her arms folding in defiance, a pout on her angelic face.

He couldn't help but smile because she looked so adorable lying there. He kept waiting for her to hold her breath in hope of getting her way. It was a childish reaction, but he'd seen it coming for weeks.

"Anna, this is silly. Open your present."

"NO!" she barked.

"You're going to like it."

"I don't care. I told you, I will NOT celebrate this!"

"Jeez you can be stubborn. Okay, I guess I'll just take it back, then."

Her eyes shifted back and forth between his face and the shiny package he was holding. She was checking his expression while thinking of what might be inside. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved when he bought her things, even though in this case she told him absolutely not to.

Caving to her inner desires, she sat up, her bare breasts coming into his view as she reached toward it. "Well... if you went to all that trouble -"

"It's no trouble to take it back," he grinned, pulling the perfectly wrapped box back from her reach.

She became exasperated, hating that he was teasing her like he was. Yes, it was silly. Yes, she was being stubborn. But she couldn't help it. It was how she honestly felt.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE THIRTY!" she screamed as she fell back onto the mattress.

He knew he'd pushed too far, and he felt bad about it. Sitting on the bed next to her, he leaned down and gave her a long, sexy kiss. Her mood instantly improved. It was too hard to be mad when she had such a wonderful husband. The fact that he was sexy and shirtless made her melt; her mouth parted slightly for his tongue to slip past her lips.

When he broke away, she almost got lost in his piercing blue eyes. Then he whispered, "What did I tell you when it happened to me last year, babe?"

She thought about how he'd reacted to his milestone birthday the previous October, and how he'd handled it so much better than she was. Her voice deepened, her speech pattern becoming rather juvenile as she repeated his words. "I have two choices. Turning thirty or not turning thirty... so I should just accept it."

"It's a lot easier to embrace life that to fight it, Anna. You're an amazing, smart, sexy woman... just like you were yesterday."

"But I don't want to be thirty!" she moaned, burying her head into his shoulder.

"Then you're not thirty. You're twenty-nine and twelve months," he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you," she sighed. "Now, can I have my present?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She'd started moping a few weeks prior to her actual birthday, not long after the self-absorbed 'lesbian day' she'd set up. Neil couldn't put his finger on the reason for her bad mood at first. She wasn't sick, and it was way too soon for it to be a result of PMS. She didn't seem to be under any stress. Hell, they hadn't had an argument in months. The closest thing to a disagreement was the day she'd orchestrated her lesbian adventure. She'd professed to be Anna Renee that day, so he'd 'punished' her for it. But that was more contrived than it was real; he'd used it as motivation, spanking her and reclaiming her as his after she'd spent the day in the company of nearly a half-dozen women.

He struggled to figure out what was going on. It was obvious that something was bothering her. She was quieter; less jovial. She hadn't been eating well. It seemed like she was sleeping more, although it was hard for him to tell because he'd been on third shift. Regardless, she certainly appeared to be more tired than usual. The only thing he knew for sure was that there was something on her mind.

It hadn't affected their relationship, at least outwardly. She was still cordial to others, quick to flash her megawatt smile. She'd been outside around the house often, spending time either in the yard tending to the flowers in her beautiful landscaping, or tanning on the deck. She was also still making her phone calls to friends either on the West Coast or in Indiana while he was sleeping his odd hours. Even their sex life was normal, which for them meant that it was practically every day, and it was as inventive as ever.

But there was definitely something amiss.

His first real clue came when he innocently asked her what she'd like for her birthday the week before. He'd wanted to plan something special for her, since it was going to be what he'd thought at the time as big, fun birthday. He'd been wracking his brain trying to come up with something, but he also wanted to know if she had anything in mind. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin her day. Little did he know that she would become upset with him just for bringing up the subject.

"What do you mean you don't want anything?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I mean... I don't want anything," she said rather gruffly, turning her head away from him and back to the magazine she was reading in hopes of ending the conversation.

"So you don't want me to buy you anything for your birthday?"

"That's what I said."

He sat there for a moment, contemplating whether to say anything else or not. He could tell she wasn't happy, and while he was sure her mood wasn't caused by anything he'd done, he couldn't help but get that impression.

"Ann, did I do something?"

"No," she said curtly, flipping the page to look like she was intently reading, even though she'd stopped the moment he asked the first question.

"Funny, it sure feels like it."

"Well you didn't, so let it drop."

"Okay, okay. I won't bother you. I'll just figure out what to get you on my own... no big deal. I should have done that to begin with. I don't know what I was thinking bothering to ask you."

"I told you, Neil... I DON'T WANT ANYTHING!"

He put up his hands, walking away. It was totally out of character for her to act like she was, but he wasn't going to sit around and take the brunt of her sudden burst of anger. Instead he went back to the bedroom and turned on a ballgame on the TV there.

Lying on the bed, his back to the door, he sulked, now in a bad mood himself. "What the fuck was that all about?" he wondered.

She said she was sorry an hour later, telling him she had a lot on her mind lately. She didn't offer any more details than that, and he was so miffed at that point he didn't care to ask for them. He accepted her apology, and turned back to the TV, much like she had returned to her book, looking for the conversation to just go away.

"Do you want to make up?" she asked.

He knew what she meant. It hadn't gotten to the point that she was Anna Renee and she was looking to be disciplined. That rarely happened anyway. But she was just feeling bad about how she'd snapped, and she wanted to make him happy. And that almost always meant some kind of sex.

But his heart wasn't in it at the moment. He was still stinging from the way she had snapped at him.

"Not really," he said honestly, surprised the words actually came out of his mouth.

"You d... don't?" came her shocked reply, her voice cracking.

Turning to look again, he gave her a nasty stare. "Really? You bite my head off for asking what you'd like for a present, and then you won't tell me why. And now you want to just fuck that away... is that it? We fuck and it never happened?"

"I said I was sorry, Neil."

"Do you mind telling why?"

"Why I'm sorry?"

"No, Ann. Why that happened. What the hell did I do that pissed you off?"

"Nothing... I told you, I've just got stuff on my mind, that's all."

"No offense, but when the stuff on your mind makes you act like an irrational bitch toward me, I find it very unattractive."

She started to cry, which he knew would happen as soon as he inferred that she was being a bitch. He hated himself the second he went over that line in his head. But just like her, he was now saying things without thinking them through, and damage was happening.

"I'm sorry Ann. You're not a bitch."

"Maybe not... but I did act like one," she sniffed. He gave her a look, and she knew at that moment what he was telling her, especially when he turned off the television. Her tears resumed as she crawled up on the bed, burying herself in his arms. He held her for the longest time, stroking her hair as she cried; her head resting on is broad shoulders.

He didn't offer her words, saying anything about how everything would be okay. He had no idea what was wrong, so finding comforting things to say was rather foolish. Instead he just held her, waiting out the storm that had been raging inside her.

She felt his heart beating, the steady rhythm calming her. He was her rock, always there, always seeming to know exactly what to say or do to make her feel better. Even though she was guilt ridden for lashing out at him, she could feel his love. She moaned, loving how she felt safe and warm in his big strong arms. It was such a paradox. She hated what she'd done, but she loved where she was at the moment; almost making it seem worth it to make him upset so she could feel that closeness.

"Why do I do this all the time?" she questioned in her mind, a deep sigh accompanying her moment of reflection.

His hand stroked down her lower back, drawing her in closer. She felt so small, sitting inside his parted legs, curled up like a frightened kitten. The way his large frame covered hers, it was hard not to feel secure. He was sheltering her from whatever it was that was troubling her; it was just like him to take on some unseen force and protect her from it, even when it was something stupid and unfounded like her angst about getting older.

It wasn't the older part that bothered her, really. It was more about the number. She was about to be thirty, and that wasn't something she was taking gracefully like he had. She just didn't know how to tell him. But she knew she had to.

Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath, summoning the courage to tell him something that she knew was absurd.

"I suppose we should talk," she finally admitted.

"I can keep holding you if you like," he offered, wanting her to know that he was open to whatever she needed from him at the moment.

Shifting back, her crooked smile let him know she was ready to get whatever it was that was bothering her out in the open. She took his hands in hers, facing him as she folded her legs underneath her. "I'm sorry, Neil."

"You've said that. And you're forgiven. Now what's bothering you?"

"Okay, I'm going to tell you. But don't judge me, and do not tell me that it's stupid, even though it is."

"Uh... okay."

"I don't want to celebrate my birthday."

"I'm sorry... what?"

"I don't want to celebrate it."

"I got that message when you said you didn't want a present. But why?"

"I don't... I don't want to be thirty," she said as she stared at the mattress between them, her voice quiet and reserved. He let out a little snicker, unable to contain his smile. She peered up at him, her eyes wanting to well up again. "Don't make fun of me, Neil."

"Aw, Ann. I'm not making fun. But you have to admit..."

"I already told you it was stupid. But that's how I feel. I'm really depressed about it."

Depressed? He never considered it being something so serious. His mind flashed back to how he'd reacted to his impending divorce, comparing what he'd been through to how Ann had been acting. A lot of the same signs were there. Excessive sleeping, irritability, the lack of appetite, irrational bursts of anger. It was all there. And while the subject may have seemed rather trivial to him, there was no arguing how she was reacting to the prospect of the first digit in her age changing from a two to a three.

Squeezing her hands, he softened his stance, worried that this was going to become something much bigger. "I'm sorry, babe. I never would have dreamed you'd be so upset. I... I'm not sure what to say."

"There's nothing to say. I just have to deal with it. But I don't want to celebrate getting older, I know that."

"What's bothering you about it?"

"Well, duh... the getting old part!"

"Okay, you don't have to get snippy."

"Sorry," she said with a pout, her eyes falling back to the mattress.

"Do you realize how incredible you are?"

"Don't try to talk me into being okay with this. I'm never going to be okay with being thirty."

"How about thirty-one?" he asked.

"What?"

"Is it the number, or is it really about getting older?"

"It's being thirty, Neil. I just feel like my life is half over already. I love being in my twenties. It sounds so much better than being in my thirties." She even cringed when she said it, her body visibly shaking like she had something awful crawling on her skin.

"Well, I don't know what to say to that, other than I'm not going to love you less because you turn thirty. I'm going to love you more."

"Why would you love me more?"

"Ann, we've been together a little over two years, and -"

"No we haven't."

"I said together, Ann. It was two years in June."

"Oh... sorry. I thought you said married."

"Please listen to me babe. I know you're upset, but I meant what I said. I'm only going to love you more."

"Why?"

"Well first of all, I need to say that you're life isn't half over. You're going to around a lot longer than that."

"Fine... whatever you say," she grumbled.

He lifted her chin, their eyes meeting, and he smiled. "Ann, these have been the best two years of my life. I look at you, and I think about who we were when we first met in high school, and then I see the woman in front of me now. We've both said we never would have made it if we hooked up in high school like a lot of our friends did, right?"

"Yeah."

"And that's because we weren't mature enough. We hadn't grown up yet. We got older and wiser, and then fate brought us together. That's our story. That's who we are together."

"I know all of that, baby. What's your point?"

"I look into those big, beautiful brown eyes of yours and I see how amazing, and sexy, and adventurous and... and how loving you are. I see how you've changed and grown. And I'm not talking about since high school. I'm talking about just in the last two years, since we've been together. You're the most incredible woman I've ever met, Ann. I'm going to love you more, because I know in my heart that you're only going to become sexier and hotter than you are now."

She actually smiled and said, "And what makes you say that?"

"When I think of how you spent your twenties becoming the woman you are today, I can't wait to spend all of our thirties with you, discovering just how much more amazing you're going to get."

"That sounds like a challenge," she said as she arched an eyebrow.

"Will that make you feel better?"

"Not really. I love what you said, but I still hate the idea of being thirty, Neil. And I don't want to celebrate it."

He was a bit taken aback. He thought he had presented a couple of smart, valid reasons. But it wasn't a debate. While she wasn't as upset as she was when he'd first brought it up, that was how she felt. He could look at it like she was still being childish about the whole thing. Yet as he watched her sigh and crawl up next to him on the bed, lying her head on her pillow, he knew there was an amazing woman behind those eyes; one that just needed to be shown that the fun wouldn't end because of an how old she was.

That became the germ of an idea, one that quickly formulated in his head. It was risky, but if he pulled it off, he thought it would work. But as with anything where risk is involved, it could also backfire, and frankly, it would end up being a huge disaster. The strange thing, at least for him, was that the plan had nothing to do with sex.

It seemed like every time either one of them planned something, that was the end game; the very reason for setting up their adventures was always so they could explore something sexual. This most certainly wasn't, because that would make it fail for sure. This plan had a specific purpose, to help Ann come to grips with turning thirty. He was determined to do that, even if he had to take her there kicking and screaming like a little girl.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you ready yet?" Neil bemoaned, yelling down the hallway as he waited for Ann to finish getting dressed.

"What's the hurry?" she yelled back just before turning on the blow dryer.

"Because we're going to be late," he said to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him over the noise.

She didn't know that. She didn't know anything, other than he was taking her out for a late lunch. He had had to insist that it wasn't to celebrate her birthday. Instead, he reasoned that they had to eat anyway, and neither one of them was going to be in the mood to make anything after how they'd spent their morning.

While she wasn't exactly embracing the idea of getting older, she had been a lot more civil around the house since they'd talked the week before. It helped that he had backed off, not really mentioning her birthday since then. It still weighed on her mind, but she'd found it easier to ignore the feelings that she had about it because she'd gotten it off her chest.

That all changed when he woke her up with his birthday greeting and a present. She'd reverted to her previous behavior, acting like a spoiled brat that wasn't getting her way. She knew it was irrational and petty. And she knew it wasn't his fault, other than he'd specifically ignored her plea not to get her anything. But he was only trying to do what any man would do that loved his wife. Make her happy.

She most certainly wasn't at first. But she calmed, thanks to his patience and understanding. And as funny as it sounded, his little comment about saying she was twenty-nine and twelve months made her smile. It actually changed her mood.

So did the present he'd bought her. Well, presents. Inside the big box was a new outfit. She was excited when she pulled back the tissue paper, finding a pair of white denim short shorts that buttoned up the front; and a kelly-green colored tank top. It was cropped with lace around the bottom edge. It would show a lot of skin, but it wasn't the most risqué thing he'd ever bought her. In fact, it was rather tame by her standards.

She could remember having a very similar outfit when she was a young girl, and it was one of her favorites. This was certainly a more adult version, but it more cute than sexual. There was even a pair of low cut socks that matched the color of the top, and a new pair of white Keds with kelly-green laces. She was so stunned when she pulled everything out of the box that she threw her arms around him.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 10



"Oh my God, Neil... this is so incredible!" she squealed.

"Happy Birthday, babe," he said again.

She stared at him, an impish grin on his face that made her smile. Finally relenting, she simply said, "Thank you."

It was the first time she'd acknowledged her birthday without pitching a fit, and that was a good sign. So was when he pulled her deeper into his arms and she let out a small whimper.

"Every woman deserves an orgasm on her birthday," he whispered as he licked at her ear.

She giggled when he lifted her up, her naked body feeling so small in his powerful arms. He centered her on the mattress, laying her on her back. Her legs spread as if they had a will of their own, and she could feel her pussy becoming wet as he moved in position between her thighs.

"Oh yeeessss," she hissed, his hot breath falling over her labia, making them open for him.

She could never fully prepare herself for when he'd eat her pussy, even when she knew he was going to do it ahead of time. He never seemed to do it the same way twice, always keeping her off balance, always making her squirm delightfully in anticipation. This time was no exception. From the moment his tongue swiped lightly across her labia, her hands clutched at the fitted sheet on the bed, knowing from the very start that he was going to torment her, and it was going to lead to an incredible orgasm.

He didn't disappoint. Taking his time, he drew out the encounter. He spent almost a half-hour between her legs, making love to her with his mouth and his fingers. He toyed with her, bringing her close so many times she lost count. He licked, and sucked, and fingered her. Halfway through, she had her first orgasm. It was earth shattering, her screams filling the room as the pleasure ripped through her body... but he didn't let up. He kept going, bringing her to new heights of pleasure, making her cum over and over, until she begged him to stop.

But he didn't. Not at first, anyway. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, frigging her while he snaked his tongue deep into her ass. Her back arched, her hands flying to the headboard to hold on. She actually pulled her legs up, rolling her ass off the mattress, pulling it high in the air. Undaunted, he adjusted his body, the athletic move she made to escape his magical mouth matched by one of his own. She came again from his fingers massaging her g-spot, his mouth still reaming her tight little asshole.

He let her rest, watching her catch her breath as he lay next to her. She looked so beautiful, her tan skin shimmering in the light of the room, a serene expression on her face. His hand went to her stomach and she flinched, her eyes snapping open, only to close again as she moaned. He began toying with her soft strip of hair, licking at the underside of her breast.

"What are you going to do to me now?" she wondered to herself, unable to speak those words, scared of what the answer might be.

He had been contemplating that very thing, going over all of the wonderful options mulling about in his head. He actually considered stopping, thinking about the ordeal he'd just put her through and how she was still clutching at the bars of the headboard, her breathing still ragged. Traipsing his tongue underneath her breasts, he thought about how amazing it would be to make love to her. After all, his cock had been hard the entire time he'd been lying between her sexy legs, licking at her dripping pussy. 

Any idea of entertaining that option left when he felt her running her fingers through his hair, her voice quivering as she asked, "Does every girl deserve to be fucked on her birthday too?"

She'd said it in her sexy bedroom voice, but it lacked her usual confidence. It was as if she wasn't sure of what the answer would be; it was asked rather tentatively and teeming with doubt. All of those whines and complaints she'd had about celebrating the day made her wonder if she even deserved that kind of attention from him.

His fingers ran over her breast, tweaking a nipple, her gasped response making his cock twitch inside his boxers, the front of them damp from his precum oozing from the tip.

"So you want to fuck?" he asked, pinching her other nipple, pulling at it until her breast lifted lewdly from her chest.

"UNNNHHYEEESSSS!" she moaned loudly, her eyes half-open and shaking.

Playing with her other nipple the same way, he teased. "How do you want it, Anna?"

Flipping over slowly, she got up on her knees, her elbows resting on the mattress, hands returning to the bars of the headboard. She spread her thighs, lowering her ass, wiggling it seductively for him. Looking over her shoulder, she mewled, "From behind, baby... hard and deep."

Her confidence had quickly returned; the directness in her request had him up on his knees behind her in seconds. Not bothering to remove his boxers, he freed his cock through the loose hole in the front, pressing the thickness of the head against her wet opening.

She steeled herself, locking her legs, waiting for the penetration. He obliged her desires, ripping forward with a powerful crank of his hips, his hard flesh spearing her fully. She growled, the burning sensation from being stretched so wide, so fast practically making her eyes water. She bit her lip, stifling her screams as he began taking his length from her and then returning it exactly how she wanted. He was indeed going hard and deep. He added fast to that all on his own.

He was holding her hips, his strong fingers pawing at her skin. She had sunk further forward, her arms straight out over her head, gripping the metal bars tighter. Her tits were mashing into the soft mattress, rubbing along the silky sheets. Hammering her the way he was, her body rocked back and forth, her head jerking a couple of inches with each stroke.

Her knees started to slip from the constant pounding she was taking. Not forward; they moved out, away from her body, until her entire torso lay flat against the bed, her thighs at a right angle from her sides; her shins at another right angle, feet pointing toward the foot of the bed. His hands went to her lower back, pressing her down into the bed as he slid his knees back, stretching out his legs. It was an awkward position, his shaft unable to go as deep as before. But the angle created friction against her clit and the head of his cock, bringing them both closer. She held on, feeling vulnerable, his body weight pinning her there in that unusual way.

"I feel like a frog," she thought, amused at the way her body had somehow contorted for him in order to be used as she wished. She wondered what she must look like from above, the image making her shiver. She wished at that moment that someone could have taken a picture of them, her gorgeous husband dissecting her with his thick shaft.

He leaned forward, his palms pressing into the mattress next to her body, his arms lifting his upper body so he could ram deeper inside her. He was on his toes, his knees barely touching the mattress, his long frame hovering over her as they fucked.

Well, he fucked. She just laid there, her groin spread as wide as it had ever been for him, his every move bringing her closer to another orgasm. And it came, her cunt gripping at his shaft as it quivered over it.

"NEEEEEIIIILLLLL!" she screamed out, her hands gripping at the bars, squeezing them tighter.

He kept pounding, extending her climax, his cock dragging on her clit.

"OH FUCK... NEEEEIIIILLLLL!" she screamed again, her orgasm becoming a second stronger one, ripped from her defenseless body.

His came shortly after, his cock slipping out of her pussy accidentally in a hasty move to try and bury it all the way inside. Instead, it became cradled in the crevice of her ass, and he humped wildly, unable to slip it back inside. Her ass cheeks seemed to swallow the underside of his cock, and he used them as he continued moving his hips back and forth.

She was disappointed at first, the sudden emptiness in her pussy an unwelcome development. But then she felt it, the hot ropes of thick cum splashing against her skin. His cock was going off, the upturned curve of her ass making each spurt leave his shaft in a long, majestic arc. She felt the first one land between her shoulder blades, and she was sure some hit her hair. From there, he sprayed her back and ass, jet after jet coating her bronze body.

It felt sexy... and naughty. It has been so long since he'd cum on her instead of inside her somewhere, and while it wasn't something she anticipated, it was a welcome change.

"AGGHHHH!" he growled as he finished cumming. Then he gripped his shaft to squeeze every available drop that was left onto her sexy ass, smacking his erection against her cheeks to fling more sperm onto her.

She looked over her shoulder again, a dreamy look in her eyes, her hands still clutching the headboard.

"You got cum all over my birthday suit," she grinned. "Now what am I going to wear?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She came bounding down the hallway wearing her new outfit, actually feeling happy. The shorts fit perfectly, accentuating her ass just the way she liked, while showing off almost every inch of her long, shapely legs. She loved how the silver buttons defined the front, and how the inside of them pressed against her landing strip.

The top clung to her body like it was painted on, her stiff nipples poking into the fabric, a sliver of her toned tan midriff showing. She was wearing her new socks and sneakers, something she normally wouldn't have done in the house, but not caring because the shoes were brand new.

She'd applied an eye shadow that made her eyes look alluring, going perfectly with her outfit. She'd done her hair in pigtails, giving her a much younger look, most likely on purpose. But that also went perfectly with the look of what she was wearing. Unbeknownst to her, it also went with the day he had planned for her.

"You... you look incredible," he stammered.

"Yeah, I do," she replied with a giggle, the response so out of character that it made him laugh. She walked into his open arms, the two hugging as he kissed her neck, lifting her off the floor and twirling her around. Setting her back on her feet, she smiled. "So, am I worth waiting for?"

She was talking about how she looked, but he nodded and said, "I waited for you my whole life, Ann. I'm just glad I have you now."

"Mmm... you do baby," she cooed. "And I think I want to be Anna today."

"You're pretty much Anna every day," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I'm thinking of having my name legally changed to it," she joked, the irony of that being her given name making him laugh out loud.

It was a far cry from where they began the day, and as they climbed into his car to head out to grab a bite to eat, that wasn't lost on him. He'd been worried about how the day was going to play out; that she might get upset at the plans he'd made. Now, he was confident that everything was going to be fine... and fun. All he had to do was get her where he wanted to take her. That turned into a problem though, because he hadn't offered her a choice of where to eat, and she found that unusual.

They had started what she thought was a tradition, going out to eat on each others' birthday, with the person that was actually having the day getting to choose the restaurant. They'd been doing that since they'd been married, so it obviously wasn't a long tradition, but she thought it was a thing they were doing. With him driving with purpose, she'd let it go at first, thinking that maybe he'd just ask along the way. After all, there were no restaurants near their home, and he was generally heading toward a bunch options for her to choose.

Still, he didn't ask, and it started to bother her, especially when he got on the interstate and headed south.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Uh... to eat."

"Don't I get to choose where we're going?"

He'd forgotten that little detail, and a panic set in. He thought he had covered all scenarios, planning for every contingency. But he was suddenly facing the day unraveling after he'd just let his guard down thinking he was home free because she was in such a good mood. Quickly thinking over his options, he realized he really didn't have any. He could plead mea culpa, or he could try to lie his way out of a potential embarrassing situation, in an attempt to throw her off what he was really doing. Or, he could gamble.

He couldn't believe it himself that he chose that final option. But he did, taking a chance that everything would somehow work out if he just did what a husband was supposed to do.

"I'm sorry, Ann... I can't believe I totally forgot about that. Where do you want to go?"

His question made her smile. It also made her second guess everything she was thinking. Just the fact that he asked meant everything. Yet they were already on the interstate. He obviously had someplace in his head, and turning around seemed silly.

"Well, it really doesn't matter to me. Let's just go to wherever we're going."

"Are you sure? I really wasn't thinking."

"So you don't have any place in mind?"

He shrugged and said, "None that's more important than where you want to go. We can turn around if you'd like."

She thought about it. But then she thought about all of the great little places to eat in their favorite town in Northern Virginia, where it appeared they were heading. It was a bigger town, even having a mall. And near that, there were lots of restaurants. Then again, maybe he was taking her someplace in the quaint downtown area. Suddenly excited by the prospect of not knowing, she relaxed.

Leaning over, she patted his thigh as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm hungry baby. Like I said, let's just go where we're going."

He silently breathed a sigh of relief as they crossed the state border. He wasn't sure what he would have done if she would have said to turn the car around at the next exit. It was a calculated risk, but it somehow seemed to be the right one to take. And now that she was settled into her seat with a happy smile on her face, he started to calm, focusing on what he had to do next.

Actually, that was the one detail of his plan he'd never really worked out. He wasn't sure what he was going to say when they got there. He never panicked about it, thinking he'd come up with something like he always did. But that never happened. Pondering different stories and scenarios, nothing he came up with seemed to make any sense. The truth was that there was no way to take her where he'd plan to go without it seeming strange. As he got closer, he decided to take another risk. In some ways it was even bigger. But he was running out of miles, and it was the only way he could think of that he might be able to make things work out.

It was all about timing... well, that and his acting skills. He waited until the exit came into sight, the sign on the side of the road popping into view about a half-mile ahead. He pretended to notice it when they got near enough that he'd have time to react, and he took that second leap of faith, hoping.

"Hey... how hungry are you?" he said excitedly as he geared down to fourth, slowing the car just a bit.

"I'm famished... why?"

"Oh, well, okay," he shrugged, pressing in on the clutch and putting the car back into fifth gear.

"Why, Neil?"

"I just thought we could have a little fun," he said, his eyebrow arching.

"Doing what?" she said, getting excited herself. Of course, when he said fun, she almost always equated that with something sexual. And she was always game for that.

"It's not what you're thinking Anna. I just -"

"What do you want to do, baby?"

"Take you there," he said, motioning toward the sign coming up fast. "It says they have a snack bar. Maybe we can get some cotton candy or some popcorn to tide you over until we go out."

"So, you want to make our lunch into more of a dinner?"

"Yeah, you're right. Let's just go eat."

"No... let's have some fun."

"Are you sure?" he asked, already gearing down as he eased over onto the exit ramp.

"I love cotton candy," she smiled as he navigated the traffic, heading to the Family Fun Center.

It was a playground of sorts. Well, it was actually a place to have fun. It had three eighteen-hole miniature golf courses, batting cages, and a huge arcade. It also had an elaborate go-cart track and a four-story high racing slide; the kind where six people could fly down their own undulating lane riding on top of a big burlap knapsack to go faster. The place was immense, the large main building looking more like a clubhouse for a golf course, housing the arcade and the main desk to get tickets and items for the outside activities.

They had to drive a few miles down the road to where it was located, but she got more excited the closer they got, especially when it came into view. He parked in the lot, having a hard time finding a space at first.

"This place is packed," she said as he turned off the engine.

"We're in no hurry, are we?"

"No. I'm here with you... that's all that matters. I do want to get something to snack on, though."

"Okay, we will."

They casually walked through the doors, his arm around her waist, her head leaning lovingly on his shoulder. Stopping, they both looked around the place, trying to get their bearings. At least, she was. The place was so big, and rather loud, it was a bit overwhelming. He on the other hand, was pausing, all part of his devious plan.

"May I help you?" a cute young woman asked, walking up to them in a bright orange t-shirt emblazoned with the name of the Fun Center on it. She was wearing a nametag, another sure sign that she worked there.

Ann was about to tell her 'no thanks', and that they were just looking around, but Neil had other ideas.

"Hi Autumn," he said, reading her tag. "I'm Neil Thomas... and this is my wife, Anna. We've never been her before." It didn't surprise Ann that he'd introduced himself; or her for that matter. His manners were one of a million little things she found sexy about him.

Autumn lit up, a bright smile on her face as she said, "Well welcome to Jacobs Family Fun Center! Why don't you let me show you around?"

He looked at Ann, who shrugged. It was all a bit unnecessary. The place was big, but it wasn't impossible to figure out where you wanted to go. Still, they found themselves being led on a mini-tour, listening as Autumn told them about the facility with a great deal of charm and enthusiasm.

She took them on an extensive walk outside, talking about what they had, when it was built, plans they had for the future; all kinds of things that the daughter of one of the owners would know; a fact she announced early on during the tour.

As he knew would happen, Ann opened herself up to Autumn as they walked and talked together. She told her about herself and Neil, where they were from... basically their life story together to date. She left out the X-rated details, what with it literally being a family place. Yet once again, he was amazed at the amount of information his wife could pass on in such a short amount of time.

When they finished up the things to do outside, Autumn brought them back into the main building. "Just a couple more things to show you," she said with a grin.

"Do we really need to be doing this?" Ann whispered to Neil.

"No, but I feel guilty now. She's so into this, I think it would be impolite if we stopped her before she's done," he whispered back.

Autumn pointed to the main desk and said, "This is where you buy tickets for anything you want to do except the arcade. You can get your tokens for that in there... we have eight token machines that take anything from quarters up to ten dollar bills. Here at the desk, you get the putters and golf balls for the courses, bats and helmets for the cages, and tickets for the go-carts and the slide." She then pointed to a long hallway; the left side nothing but windows looking out toward the acres of fun happening outside, the right having a bunch of doors. "And those are our party rooms. We have six of them. So, when you finally get around to having kids someday, call us up and book a room for a party."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 10



"What about if you still want to feel like a kid," he said, feeling Ann poke him in the ribs, knowing that jibe was directed at her.

"Excuse me?"

"What if you're older... but you're still a kid inside?" he asked again, but in a slightly different way.

"Oooohhh... well then we use room six. It's a little different. Let me show it to you."

They walked past the other rooms, three of them filled with screaming kids hyped up on sugar, celebrating birthdays.

"Thank God the doors are closed," Ann laughed as she looked through one of the windows.

They got to the last room, the window to that one covered by a closed blind. "We use this room for our special parties," Autumn grinned as she opened the door. Reaching in, she flipped on the light, and Ann peered around the corner to look inside, her mouth dropping open as the noise hit her.

"SURPRISE!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They were climbing the stairs of the slide, Neil carrying Ann's burlap sack because she didn't like the way it chaffed if felt against her arm. But other than that, she was having the time of her life.

"I still can't believe this, Neil," she said in a giddy voice filled with excitement.

"Having fun," he grinned, knowing the answer, but loving how she responded every time he asked it.

"This is one of the best days ever, baby!"

It was, on a lot of different levels. When Ann finally told him how she was feeling about turning thirty, he was struck by the way she was acting. In a word, it was childish, her moping and pouting seeming so out of character for her. That stuck with him, his plan formulating. She was acting like a little kid that wasn't getting her way; what better way to celebrate the day than to actually make it a day a kid would love.

So, he did what any man would do in that situation. Not having kids of his own, he called someone who did. Yes, their kids were older; already grown as a matter of fact. But Felicia and Jason had become like their East Coast parents, treating them as if they were closer than just neighbors.

The Wallaces' had three kids. One boy, the oldest, was married with a child. And they had two girls, the youngest a junior in college. In between was their daughter Veronica, whom everyone called Roni. She too was married, and she had a little girl of her own. Roni and Ann had become friends, the two of them getting together with Felicia for coffee on the mornings that Roni dropped off her daughter for Grandma to babysit. She did that a couple times a week, so she could get out and work.

While their two grandkids weren't old enough yet for what Neil had in mind, their kids had been at one time. So, he phoned Felicia and asked her for some ideas. And Jacobs Family Fun Center was the first place she thought of. Yes, it was in another state, but it was only thirty to forty minutes away, depending on where you started in town. And, it had loads of things to do that someone of any age would enjoy.

Felicia agreed to help Neil set things up. He made arrangements for booking a room, while she started calling people on the list he provided. When it was all said and done, there were almost fifty people standing in the room when Ann looked inside, including all of the couples from the most recent of Super Bowl parties they had been attending at Carol's house.

It had been a huge surprise, everyone screaming 'surprise' as soon as they saw her, then quickly joining in with a rousing rendition of 'Happy Birthday'. Ann was stunned, especially when she saw all the decorations in the room. Everything had the number 'thirteen' on it, including the cake. She looked at Neil, who said, "Happy thirteenth birthday, Anna!"

"Thirteen?" she asked with a smirk.

He shrugged and said, "Thirteen... thirty... kind of sounds the same to me."

"So I'm having a thirteenth birthday party?"

He pointed to all of the presents in the corner, wrapped in paper a young girl entering her teenage years would love. "Yep."

She jumped into his arms, squealing and giggling just like she would have if she were really that age. In fact, at that moment, she felt it.

Felicia and Roni had done the decorations, the two of them going to the Fun Center early to set things up. Roni even went by the store where she'd ordered the cake to pick it up. Jason was still home taking care of his granddaughter because Roni's husband Brian was working.

The room looked spectacular, but it was the people that had Ann's attention. She went around the room, like only she could, hugging and thanking everyone for coming. She was misty most of the time, the emotion of everything hitting her all at once.

Autumn started bringing in pizzas, announcing that she was going to be the party hostess, and she acted like she was doing a party for an adolescent girl. She was fun and energetic, her bubbly personality spilling over onto everything she touched. She kept the mood lighthearted and frankly, exciting, helping the party to roll along smoothly.

There were eight large rectangle tables in the room, set up in a larger rectangle; big enough that everyone had a place to sit along the outside. There was a gap at one end, and she pushed a cart filled with the pizzas and drinks through it. Working from inside the tables, she started serving food and soda, telling silly jokes along the way.

She actually had a couple of party games that she started while everyone ate pizza and drank, making even that part of the party a good time. They were silly, childish things, but they were perfect for a party that Neil had hoped would be exactly that. He marveled at the ease with this Autumn played to the room; she was a natural, and she obviously loved her job.

When everyone had finished eating, Autumn went around the room and handed out orange paper bracelets to each guest. "Put these on your wrist," she announced as she moved along the tables. "Once everyone has them on, we're going to go out and have some fun. If you want to play in the arcade or hit in the batting cages, show the wrist band at the main desk and they'll give you tokens. If you want to play golf, show them there and they'll give you what you need for that. And if you want to race on the slide or on the go-cart track, just show them when you get to the front of the line. You don't have to stick together, but you can if you'd like. We're going to meet back here in four hours for cake and ice cream, and so Anna can open her presents."

"Four hours," Ann smiled, looking at her husband to her left.

He shrugged and said, "Three didn't seem like enough."

"Okay... let's go have fun!" Autumn called out. It was incredible to see so many grown ups yelling like kids, almost rushing out of the room to start playing. But that was exactly the kind of reaction he had hoped for, starting with Ann.

A couple of hours later they were making that climb up the stairs to the top of the slide. She was holding onto his one arm while he carried the burlap sacks in the other. They reached the summit and turned, looking down over the park below.

"There's Barry and Carol," she said, pointing toward the one of the miniature golf courses.

He motioned toward the go-carts. "Look, there are a lot of our friends getting ready to race."

"Ooohhh... let's go there next," she grinned, her competitive nature kicking in.

"I think you'd be dangerous. You'll probably wreck everybody."

"Scared," she teased, giving him a playful punch in the arm.

"You know, they say when you're your age and you hit a boy, you're just telling him that you like him," he grinned.

She grabbed the burlap from his arm, holding it in front of his body as she reached between with her other hand. Cupping his balls through his shorts, she got up on her toes to kiss him. "What am I telling you when I do this?" she grinned, squeezing them as she traced her tongue over his lips before slipping it past them.

Pulling back, he grinned. "Ah ah ah... you're not thirty right now, babe. You're thirteen, remember?"

For the first time she thought of being thirty in a positive light. The euphoria of being with him and how he made her feel washed over her like a warm embrace. Standing upon the landing of the huge slide, she felt like she was on top of the world, the warm breeze blowing over her body. She kissed him deeply, closing her eyes and thinking about how it all felt like a scene in a movie; some romantic comedy that would make her feel good about herself when she walked out of the theater.

But this was her life. He made her feel loved; he made her feel special. And he did that seemingly every day they were together. Even in times like this, when she'd been such a bitch around him for weeks. She had to admit, in a lot of instances her crabby mood had been directed toward him. And still he not only forgave those moments, he saw past them, finding a way to reach out to her and make her realize just how lucky she was to be with a man that was always going to see her as beautiful and sexy, no matter how old she was.

Running her fingers along his thickening shaft, she whispered, "I'll be thirteen as long as we're here, Neil. But as soon as we're in the car, I'm going to be thirty."

"What's that mean?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.

"I'll leave it to you imagination," she said as she placed the sack on the lane of the slide she was standing in front of. He did the same, and the two of them sat down, along with four other people ready to fly down the slide. "Oh... one more thing before I'm thirteen again. The first one down gets to be on top when we get home tonight!"

With that, she pushed off, leaving him waiting a half-second, contemplating what she'd just said. "God I love her," he grinned as he pushed off, not really wanting to beat her as he thought of how her hot, sexy, naked body would look riding him in bed later that night.

He practically had to chase her over to the go-carts, loving how she was acting exactly how she must have been like when she was a precocious young teenager just learning about boys. It was all innocent fun, with no other sexual innuendo between them, or anyone else, for that matter. And that's what made it so incredible for the two of them. They were just playing and having a great time with dozens and dozens of their friends.

Like he predicted, she was a demon on the Grand Prix style racetrack, driving her go-cart in a tight line, showing amazing reflexes and no fear. She had no qualms about bumping another driver to get an edge, going so far as to actually spin out Alphonso with an aggressive maneuver entering a hairpin turn. He went skidding off toward an outer barrier while she ducked to the inside, giggling as she left him in her wake.

"You're not supposed to bump," he kiddingly grumbled when the walked off the track and got in line to race again, along with a lot of the other party guests that had suddenly congregated at the go-carts.

"Aw, that was just a love tap, you big baby," she joked in return. "It's not my fault you don't know how to race."

He pointed to a sign that specifically stated 'No Bumping'. "See, you cheated."

She pointed back at his huge chest and said, "See... you lost to a girl!" Then she reached to pull him down toward her, kissing him playfully on the cheek.

There was a woman standing there, watching her two sons getting ready to race. But her eyes immediately cast a dark shadow over the two of them. Alphonso sensed it before Ann, who was now holding his hand, still teasing him about losing to a girl. She didn't feel it until he tried to politely pull his hand away.

"What are you doing?" she smiled.

"We're being watched, Ann," he whispered, suddenly nervous.

"What are you talking about?"

His eyes shifted back and forth toward the woman, who was blatantly staring at them. Ann started to turn to look, and he said, "Don't... just let it go."

"I don't understand, Alphonso. What are you talking about?"

"I know you don't Ann. That's what's so amazing about you. But the fact is, I'm black... and you're not. And we're in public."

"Oh good grief... really?"

"Yes, really."

"Fine," she said, grumbling under her breath. Then she startled him by pulling him down to her by his neck and giving him a long, sensuous kiss.

Neil saw what was happening out of the corner of his eye, and he turned to look. Actually, a lot of people did, including Alphonso's wife, Martina. She wasn't happy about it at first, but Neil grabbed her by the arm as she was walking by on her way to find out just why her friend was making out with her husband.

"Just wait a second, Martina," he said, nodding toward them.

"You're okay with that?" she fumed. "Did you put her up to it?"

"Don't be silly... and don't be jealous. You know Ann better than that. Hell, just a few weeks ago, she was kissing you like that. There has to be a reason."

She stopped and watched them, knowing Neil was right. And the reason became clear seconds later when Ann broke off the kiss and looked directly at the woman that had been glaring at them. Then she walked directly toward her.

"Uh oh," Neil laughed.

"What?"

"I think my wife is about to make a scene."

It wasn't a scene. But it was certainly a confrontation of sorts. Ann walked over to the woman and asked politely, "Do you have a problem?"

The woman stood frozen in place, surprised that she was suddenly the center of attention, glancing around to see that a large crowd of people were now looking at her. That was because the go-cart area had become inundated with guests from the party that had drifted there to race, and they were all watching her in the same way she had glared at Ann and Alphonso.

Stammering, the woman said, "N... n... no."

For the first time during the party, other than that brief moment on top of the slide, Ann had shifted into her normal persona. She was so great at role-playing, even when it wasn't something sexual, and she'd been having the time of her life recalling what it was like to be a young girl. But she was also smart, and self-aware, and she always knew there might be times where she needed to step away from whatever she was doing or how she was acting in order to make a point. And apparently, this was one of those times.

"You have a problem with me being affectionate with a black man, don't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that. It's just that I don't think it's appropriate to do that here."

"Which part? The kissing... or that he's black and I'm white?" Ann asked pointedly.

"I don't see how that's relevant," she said, striking a defiant pose.

"It's relevant because it helps everyone that's looking at you right now decide if you're just a prude, or if you're a bigot. It doesn't really matter if you're both, because bigoted trumps prudish, and that's what everyone is thinking you are right now." 

The woman looked around, realizing she was practically in a semi-circle of people that were judging her much like she'd judged when she saw Ann kiss Alphonso's cheek. "I'm not a bigot," she insisted. "I just don't think it's appropriate to be making out in public like that, no matter what color you are."

"Color? Who the hell thinks of people as a color? He's a man, I'm a woman. Why would race even enter into it? Neil, do you care that I kissed Alphonso?" she asked, calling over to him.

Neil chuckled, knowing where she was going. "No babe," he laughed, offering a little wave.

"What about you Martina? Did it bother you?"

"Now I understand," Martina said under her breath before saying, "No, Ann. I'm okay with it."

Turning back to her poor victim, Ann said, "There... if my husband doesn't care if I kissed another man, and Alphonso's wife doesn't care, then why the hell should you?"

"What? You kissed another woman's husband?"

"Wow, you pick up things quick. So which is it, are you a prude, or a bigot? Or are you just a bitch that walks around judging people, sticking her snooty nose where it doesn't belong?"

The woman didn't answer, because her two teenagers got off the go-carts and walked over to her.

"Everything okay, Mom?" one of them asked, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh... yeah. We should go home now," she replied.

"Go home? What are you talking about. We just got here."

The other son, who was obviously older, looked around and clued in. "What's going on Mom?"

"Nothing Wesley. We should go."

"You really don't have to go, Wesley" Ann said with a disarming smile. "But you might want to teach your mother that she shouldn't judge other people based on the color of their skin."

"Aw Mom... not again," he sighed. "We've talked about that."

Ann took Alphonso's hand, walking over toward the line for the go-carts. "Come on, Al... it's time for me kick your ass again on the track."

He shook his head, looking over to Neil. "I love your wife, man. She's a riot."

"She's probably caused a few too," he laughed. "Imagine what the reaction would have been if she would have kissed Martina."

"I still might," Ann laughed.

With that out of the way, everything sort of returned to normal. That is, if it was normal for a thirty-year-old woman to be acting like a young teenager. But Ann reverted seamlessly into that role, holding Alphonso's hand like they were going steady... or more like she was trying to make her actual boyfriend jealous.

Neil didn't mind. He was just happy that things hadn't gotten too far out of hand, and that Ann had stood up for her friends.

"Like there was any question she'd do that," he chuckled to himself.

They got in line to drive the go-carts again, and when they started climbing into them, he noticed that everyone that was about to race was a guest at the party. He looked to one of the guys running the track and told him that fact, before asking, "Are you going to ban us if this gets a little rough out there racing?"

"Na... nobody reads the signs anyway. It happens all the time. I'll take care of it." Once everyone was strapped into their carts, he stood in front of the three lines of cars that were waiting for him to lift the starting gate. "It looks like we have an all adult race this time. Have fun, but do NOT get out of your cart if you spin out. Everybody understand?"

That was all he said, but it was pretty clear what he was inferring. Once the gate was pulled, it was ten laps of glorified racing. It looked like something NASCAR would have been proud of, with lots of bumping and tapping, but mostly good, clean racing. There were some spinouts, but mostly the twenty-one carts that were flying around the track were battling fairly.

When they finished, Ann was grinning from ear to ear as they walked off the track, Alphonso shaking his head as he looked at his doting wife, who stood waiting for them to finish the race by the fence.

"So, what happened?" Martina laughed.

He continued to shake his head, and said, "I dunno... other than she's damn good."

Ann giggled and said, "Yes, I am."

He looked at Neil, who was shaking his head too. "What can I say? When she grows up, she moves to California. You know how they drive out there."

"That will explain everything... in seventeen years," Alphonso laughed, thinking about how everyone was still pretending Ann had just become a teenager. "And I can't wait for that to happen, because she's going to grow up to be a hell of a woman."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

ANNA THOMAS PARTY, RETURN TO ROOM SIX. THOMAS PARTY, RETURN TO ROOM SIX PLEASE!

The announcement over the loudspeakers came as a bit of a shock to Ann. First in that they were actually saying it over the system, and secondly, that it was time to head back in.

"Has it been four hours already?" she said as she looked up from her ball, stopping in mid putt.

Glancing at his watch, Neil nodded. "Yes... it has."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 11



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~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Neil... we need to talk."

He stood at the end of the hallway, staring at his wife as she sat on the loveseat. The somber expression on her pretty face made his heart flutter. She didn't appear to be upset, or distraught. But Ann's body language told him she was serious, and he froze, wondering what was going on.

He had just gotten up, sleeping in until about ten, which wasn't all that unusual when he worked second shift. After all, he'd get home most nights around a quarter to one, and he could never go to sleep right away; he'd be too keyed up from just getting off work. Instead, he'd try to unwind, watching some late night television before heading to bed around two in the morning.

Of course that wasn't always the case when he came home. Sometimes he'd unwind by having sex with Ann, who'd stay up waiting for him to come home. It was part of her promise to do everything she could to keep their sex life from suffering just because of unusual hours his job sometimes required. There were other times she'd wait, getting him up in the morning by sucking on his stiff cock, or even going so far as to fuck him awake. And then there were the mid-morning romps around the house that he'd grown to love.

He'd been looking forward to one of those, waking up horny, not bothering to dress. He'd come out of the bedroom naked, looking for his always horny wife in hopes of enticing her back into the bedroom.

That feeling left him with her words, his thriving erection deflating in front of her eyes as he looked at her, processing what she'd just said.

"What's wrong, Ann?" he asked, noticeably nervous of what her answer might be.

Patting the cushion next to her, she shook her head. "Please, baby. We just need to talk."

"Sure, let me go put something on," he said, turning to retrieve his boxers from the bedroom floor.

"It's okay... just come here and sit with me please."

It felt odd, what with her fully dressed and him buck naked as he sat next to her. But his eyes were locked onto hers, seeing the fatigue behind them. It was obvious she hadn't slept, and it was from something that was weighing heavily on her mind.

"What is it?" he asked impatiently, wanting to remove the proverbial band-aid off the wound as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid any pain.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for his hand. He felt her trembling, and he braced himself, sucking in as she squeezed his fingers lightly.

"I... I'm not happy."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"It was a dark and stormy night," she said to herself, a little chuckle coming out as she turned the page of her book. It wasn't something she'd just read. It wasn't something she'd expect to read in a cheap romance novel like the one she was holding, that line more suited for a suspense story or murder mystery. But there she was, reading as a storm actually raged outside on a dreary night. Somehow she found humor in that, the circumstances appealing to her sense of irony.

She was used to thunderstorms, having grown up in the Midwest. In some ways, she enjoyed them more now, watching the clouds roll over the mountains from the west, and how the lightning would illuminate them. It was late; the storm coming after night had fallen. And while the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, she knew it wasn't like a normal storm, mainly because it was colder; the front rolling through in late autumn.

She sighed, thinking about how there might not be any leaves left on the trees once this particular storm swept through. Autumn was so spectacular where they lived, with the brilliant colors and crisp, fresh air. She and Neil had just recently gone to a couple orchards to pick apples, having donuts and hot cider as part of the experience. It had become one of her favorites seasons. But as the chilly rain battered the windows of the patio door, coming in waves as the wind howled, she knew what was just around the corner. It was as if it was knocking on that very door with each strong gust. Winter was closer than she cared to admit. In some ways it felt like it had already arrived.

Soft jazz played on the stereo in the background as she curled up underneath a blanket on the loveseat. It was her favorite place in the living room. Neil had his Lay-Z-Boy, the big overstuffed rocker positioned perfectly for him to watch TV. And there was the couch across from her, which helped separate the great room; becoming a divider between the dining area and the living room. But she loved that comfy loveseat. It looked perfect between the two front windows, a decorative lamp centered on the end table next to it providing light. She had the three-way bulb on the lowest wattage so as not to create a glare on the pages.

She was leaning back into some big, fluffy pillows, her legs curled beneath her body as she read. Her stomach started rumbling, sounding a little like the thunder outside. It dawned on her that she hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and it was now after eight. She thought about stopping, but she was almost done with the chapter she was reading.

She was on the last paragraph when there was a huge crack, the ground shaking from the boom of the lightning bolt that had obviously struck nearby. Instantly the lights flickered, before going out altogether. She was left sitting there in the dark, only the flashes from the storm filling the room.

"Great," she groaned sarcastically as she put down her book.

Padding across the carpet in her slippers, she carefully made her way down the hall. She was wearing a big, cowl-necked sweater and a pair of tight fitting leggings. She didn't know how long the power would be out, but she assumed it would be a while like the few previous times it had happened. She didn't want to wait before putting something else on to keep warm. If indeed it took a long time to come back on, she'd start to get cold, and there'd be no warming up once that happened.

She found her thick robe in her closet, knowing exactly where it would be just inside the door. Returning to the living room, she opened some cupboards looking for candles and a lighter. She rummaged around, not finding what she was looking for, before remembering she'd put them in the pantry.

Lighting a couple tea candles, she settled back into the loveseat, pulling the blanket over her lower body. Instead of reading, she just stared out the window, listening to the pouring rain pound on the roof.

She woke up in a startled daze, another loud boom crashing nearby. She was unsure of where she was; her heart racing. Then it all came to her... the storm, no power, the flickering of the candle behind her head. She could already feel the chill in the room, and she wondered what time it was. She was hungry, but she couldn't cook anything, and she'd eaten the last of the deli meat for lunch.

Carrying one of the candles, she made her way back to the kitchen, finding some crackers in the pantry. Pulling out the jar of peanut butter, she realized it was almost empty, a stark reminder of the list she'd placed on the refrigerator earlier in the evening. She needed to go to the store.

She scraped enough out of the jar to make six peanut butter crackers. Grabbing one of the apples they'd picked out of the crisper, she cut it up, throwing the core in the trash under the sink. Pulling out a bottle of wine from the fridge, she poured a glass, sitting at the kitchen table. The meager meal brought back memories. She was suddenly back in her early twenties and out on her own for the first time, forced to practically eat rations in order to make ends meet. But she recalled how fulfilled she was, making her own way in the world.

Moving back to the loveseat after she put her plate in the sink, she sat there in the dim glow of the candles, another glass of wine in her hand. She sipped from it gracefully, the Zinfandel filling her in ways the simple meal could not. Having little to eat, the warm buzz hit her quickly and she relaxed.

Her mind wandered again, back to that time in her life when things were different. Not better, and in some ways, not worse. But they were different. She was on her own, struggling, having to claw and scratch her way up in the world. The mental scars were still there even now, reminders of the wounds she'd endured being a naïve girl who had to learn how to survive through trial and error.

As she sat there, she became unsettled. For the first time in a very long time, she felt like something was out of place. It gnawed at her, emptiness deep inside creating a pit in her stomach. She explained it away at first; too much wine and too little to eat, the fuzzy feeling in her head making her think things that really weren't there. Yet as the hour passed, the feeling didn't go away.

Finishing her glass, she put it on the counter in the kitchen. She turned the switch off on the lamp and turned off the stereo, even though there was no power. She pressed the button for the light over the stove, knowing it wouldn't do anything. But she left it that way anyway, just in case the power came back on. It was a ritual she did for Neil on the nights she didn't stay up for him, not wanting him to walk into a totally darkened house.

Shuffling down the hall with a candle in hand, she set it on her night stand after she brushed her teeth. While she knew the house was going to get chilly, she started stripping off her clothes. She'd become used to sleeping in the nude, loving the feel of her husband's bare skin against hers when she'd wake during the night. Eschewing the notion of wearing pajamas, she threw an extra blanket over the bed and climbed in, the silk sheets feeling cold at first.

She blew out the candle, her head hitting the pillow as she balled up under the covers. Warmth finally came to her, and she hoped she could simply fall asleep to make the weird melancholy sensation she was having go away.

Instead, restlessness settled in, her eyes staring at the ceiling, her mind still racing with thoughts of when she was a young woman in California, and how she had that same feeling she had now. But instead of fretting about money, or thinking about how she needed to find a better place to live with more reliable roommates, she had a vacant spot in her belly that she couldn't place, other than it was familiar. Something indeed was wrong, but she didn't know what it was.

After lying there for at least an hour, she sighed. Reaching to her left, she opened the top drawer of her nightstand, pulling out her dildo and a vibrator. She was always on the edge of being horny, but that wasn't the reason she got out her toys. The thought of sex really hadn't crossed her mind all night; odd since she'd began it by reading the romance novel. But she knew there was a remedy to her restlessness within those items in her hands. It was something she'd done when she was younger, finding that an orgasm would calm her, and help her drift off to sleep.

Wetting the head of the rubber cock with her mouth, she wasted little time. She wasn't interested in foreplay, even if she'd be doing it herself. She lifted her legs at the knees, the covers still over her body. Spreading her thighs, she slipped the cock past her labia, having to work it a little because she wasn't aroused enough at the start.

Once she had the cock halfway inside, she took the vibrator and flipped it on, placing it directly onto her clit. Rubbing it back and forth, she moaned, the soft hum a wonderful reminder of how it felt to pleasure herself.

In truth, she hadn't had to do anything like that in a very long time. The only reason the toys were in the nightstand instead of the large trunk at the foot of the bed is Neil liked using them on her from time to time. Her sex life with him was amazing. He was a skillful, imaginative lover, who went out of his way to fulfill all of her wants and needs. And she loved him, which made the passion she held for him in her heart more intense as they grew together. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for resorting to what she was doing, thinking that she was cheating on him in some way.

Pushing that absurd thought from her mind, she pressed harder against her clit, the tip of the vibrator buzzing against her throbbing bud. Her off hand started stroking the dildo in and out of her pussy, the wet squishing sounds filling the room as she got into it.

Her breathing became shallow, short gasps escaping through her open mouth. She kept licking her parched lips, longing for someone to kiss them to keep them moist. She wanted her nipples pulled and twisted, but she didn't have enough hands. But it didn't matter. The toys she was using had done the trick, her climax rushing through her body quickly.

"UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she growled, her feet slipping on the silk sheets as she came. Her legs snapped shut, the vibrator pinned between her thighs, the dildo still lodged deep in her pussy. She rolled onto her side, a second orgasm hitting her hard, making her entire body shudder.

Once she came to her senses, she returned the toys to her drawer. She lay there on her side with her eyes closed, her breathing still shallow. But she felt more at ease, as if an edge had been taken off. Still, the wetness between her legs became another reminder. Just like when she was that young girl in California, she was alone in bed.

She woke up early, wondering if she'd slept at all. Neil was now lying next to her, close, but she missed the touch of his skin against hers. Looking at her clock, the numbers were flashing from the power being off the night before.

"At least it came back on," she sighed, even though she didn't know the time.

She knew it was early though; far too early to wake him up. She slipped silently out of bed, picking her robe up off the floor, wrapping it around her naked body while she stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She popped a couple of aspirin and made a nice breakfast, needing something to eat after having almost nothing for dinner the night before. The strong cup of coffee brought her some life. Only then did she realize just how little she'd slept. And that too was a familiar feeling.

Only it wasn't from being out partying all night, something she'd done often when she first got out on her own; working hard all day and playing harder into the wee hours of the morning. Although the dull headache she had from too much wine on a nearly empty stomach seemed eerily familiar as well. She hadn't slept well for the same reason she'd been restless to begin with. She just wasn't sure what it was.

It finally came to her in the shower. She'd snuck back into the bedroom quietly after her breakfast, moving carefully around the bed, and her slumbering lover. She was shaving her legs when it hit her, and she nearly dropped the razor. Drying off, she quickly got dressed, not bothering to put on makeup or dry her hair. She rushed out of the bedroom, hoping not to wake Neil.

She needed to think. She needed to make sure.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't do this anymore," she finally said, her eyes shifting toward the floor.

His heart began pounding. He could literally hear the blood rushing through the veins in his neck as his mind raced. His brain began searching for answers to the unasked questions that kept flooding in. All he could think about was her saying she wasn't happy.

Hoping to calm himself, he took a slow, deep breath. "You can't do what anymore?"

"I can't make it through another winter Neil. Fall is hard enough. But now it's getting dark sooner, and it's getting colder, and I just don't have enough... enough..."

"Enough what, Ann?"

"Things to do."

Her mind was a whirlwind, the thoughts coming random and scattered. She wasn't dragging things out like she sometimes would. But she wasn't making a lot of sense either. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not following."

"I've loved being here for you, and doing all the things I've done. I've loved the freedom. But I need something different, Neil. I need more."

"You need more what?"

She took another deep breath, her body visibly shaking. But she summoned the courage to finally say what she'd been thinking about all morning. At least, once she figured out what was making her feel unfulfilled.

"Neil, I want to go to work."

"What?"

"I want to get a job, baby."

He shook his head again, a crooked smile on his face. And then he breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that all?"

"Is that all? This is a pretty big thing, Neil."

"Ann, I thought you were unhappy with me. You had me scared to death you were unhappy in our marriage."

"Well, I am. I mean... I'm not unhappy with you, or being married to you. But I'm married, and I'm not happy."

"Oh," he said dejectedly, the worry setting in once again.

Her hand went to his thigh, a sweet smile appearing as she lifted his chin with a finger to look him in the eyes. "I love you, Neil. And I will ALWAYS love you. But I just can't keep sitting here all day with nothing to do."

"I thought you loved being a housewife."

"I'm a goddess, baby. We've talked about that," she giggled. "And yes, I love being a goddess... to a point."

"And what would that point be?"

"It's a lot of things. It's winter coming... the long dark nights. It's the shift work, you rotating every month and how hard that can be sometimes. But mostly, it's a feeling of self-worth. As much as I love being your wife, I miss feeling like I contribute to more than just the house. I miss having a job and the responsibilities that go with it."

"Okay... so, get a job then. I never said you couldn't work. You always said you'd probably want to work again anyway, so what's the big deal?"

"It's a big deal because it's going to mean a big change for you. If I work, I won't be here sometimes when you get home."

"I'm a big boy, Ann. I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

"I promise I'll still do everything I can to still make our sex life amazing, baby. But I need to do this. I need something else to do."

"So you're that bored?"

"I will be. I can't work in the yard, or lay out. I can call friends, and I can put off doing some of the chores. But even the chores don't last all day. I cleaned the house three times this week just to have something to do, Neil. That's insane!"

"Yeah, that is a bit much, even for you."

"So, are you okay with this?"

"Of course," he smiled. "I want you to be happy, babe. That's all I ever want. Have you given any thought to what you want to do?"

"I'm thinking about working for a bank. I don't want to work retail again because of the hours. I think working at a bank will be better for us, because of your shifts. Besides, I only want to work part-time... maybe twenty hours a week. Just enough to feel good about myself and still have time to take care of you."

"I told you, babe, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"Mmm... I know you're big, baby" she grinned, her hand moving up his thigh to his flaccid cock. Slowly massaging his balls, she whispered, "But wouldn't you rather let me take care of you?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She'd been working at the bank for three months, having gotten a job almost right away after she and Neil had had their talk. She'd gone first to where they did their banking, filling out an application that same day, wanting to get started on her search for a new career before she changed her mind. Two days later, she was sitting in an interview, and the following Monday she began her new part-time job as a teller.

She'd gone to the main branch in the center of town. The branch manager she interviewed with loved her enthusiasm, as well as her experience as the manager of a successful clothing store. He even told her that her resume was one of the strongest they'd seen in years. Never mind that she didn't have any banking experience; her people skills came across right away in the interview, and her knowledge of banking from the perspective of someone running a business was a positive.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 11



It had been a big change, but she liked most parts of her job. It was in an older building in the historic downtown area, but it was clean, and it made her feel professional to go there. She'd also become friends with a couple of co-workers, which was nice.

It wasn't that she needed to work. Neil's salary more than met their financial needs. But even though they weren't struggling for money like she had when she first started working, it felt great to bring home a paycheck. It was play money... money they could use for fun. More than that, it represented something more. It gave her a sense of purpose.

And for the most part she liked the work itself. She was a quick learner, and it became apparent very early on that she was good at the job. Even as a teller in the drive-thru lanes, she quickly established a clientele of sorts; customers that loved using her lane. She attributed some of that to just being an attractive woman, one that dressed a little more upscale than some of her fellow employees. But she also had a knack for talking to people and finding out about their needs.

Twice in the first two weeks she'd talked a casual customer into coming into the bank to meet with a manager about making a change in how they managed their accounts. In her mind, she was just making people aware of the services they could provide. The clients saw it as incredible customer service. The management saw it as a new way to boost the products they offered.

But as with any job, there were parts she didn't like. While the hours were more predictable than retail, she was working more of them than she liked. She was hired as part-time. But part-time was described in the employee handbook as anything under a forty-hour week, and she seemed to be scheduled to work thirty-nine most of the time. It was like she had a full-time job, but without any benefits.

There was also a lot of pressure. Because she was dealing with money, having to balance out at the end of the day was the primary responsibility of a teller. She'd been used to that scrutiny when she managed her store. Or at least she thought so. This was at a whole new level. Being just a penny off forced a notation and a written form in her file. Three of those during her probationary period would mean termination. She'd made it through that unscathed, but the idea of being under that kind of microscope all the time while remaining friendly and personable could be overwhelming. Especially with the small percentage of customers that were difficult to work with no matter how you smiled at them.

She also felt scrutiny from some of the management, particularly over how she dressed. Things she saw as business professional, they viewed as unnecessarily sexy. She felt stifled in some ways, trying to let her personality show while keeping with the decorum of the place. It wasn't the men who gave her the nasty looks... it was the women. Well, it was really just a woman, one of the two branch managers, named Bernice.

She and Bernice had had a run-in or two over her wardrobe. It was never anything blatant. Just a general question on whether something was appropriate for work or not. She took it in stride, thinking about her attire and whether it gave off the wrong impression. And she never responded to the questions, letting them slide off her back. She'd been hired by the other manager, Keith... and he didn't seem to mind how she dressed. But it was fair to say Keith and Bernice didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. 

It was odd to her that there were two managers to begin with. But she found out that Bernice had been hired to run another branch that was being built. She'd be leaving to take it over once it was ready. In the meantime, she was learning how this bank worked compared to the one she came from, and she was trying to make her mark in the process, including commenting on Ann's attire. Instead of worrying about it, Ann let it go, thinking she'd only have to put up with the comments and stares short term.

That was until she found out just before she left work one day that everything had drastically changed. Keith informed her that he would be taking over the new branch, while Bernice would be staying behind. She was going to be her official boss.

She drove home depressed. She liked working there, but not for Bernice. Keith knew that. He even offered her a job at the new branch with him, but it was farther away from her home, and it was an actual full-time position. Her mind was scrambling as she headed down the winding road toward home, wondering what she should do.

That night of the storm came to mind. She'd sat there in the dark with an emptiness burning inside, unsure what it meant. It took her hours to finally figure out it all out. She wanted a part of her life back; the part where she felt good about being self-sufficient. She loved being Neil's wife, more than anything in the world. And yet she missed that feeling of knowing she wasn't dependent on him. Not that he ever made her feel that way. Her wanting to have a job had more to do with filling her time on those lonely nights when he was at work on second shift. Instead of sitting around, she'd do the chores she couldn't do while she was at work.

Now, her work was already about to change, and she wasn't sure she could handle it. Driving home to an empty house, she felt that pit in her stomach all over again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was back at work on second shift. The three months that had passed since he'd last been on the shift had been a big change for him. And for the most part, he actually hated it. He just knew he couldn't tell Ann that.

He recalled the look on her face that morning. It was an expression he hoped to never see again. She was lost, her unhappiness evident in her expressive eyes. Now in some ways, he felt lost.

Frankly, his jealously of her new job was selfish, and it wasn't something he was proud of. It was unfair of him to think she shouldn't work. And he didn't really feel that way. He liked that her sense of pride had returned over having a job. He loved hearing her talk about her triumphs; the things she'd done since she'd been there; those little victories one has that happen during their workdays. He'd been sharing his with her for over two years. Now, she had some of her own to talk to him about.

He'd also listen to her complaints, most of them involving Bernice and how she made her feel persecuted for being young and attractive and not hiding it behind ultra-conservative outfits.

It was part of his job as a husband to listen to her. And in doing that, he had to fight the urge to offer his opinions. She wasn't looking for him to solve her problems, or even fight her battles with Bernice. She just wanted a sounding board; someone to vent to when she felt frustrated. As much as he wanted to tell her she didn't have to work there, and she could just walk away, he knew that wasn't the answer anyway. Ann wasn't a quitter; the word wasn't even in her vocabulary.

But his biggest problem with her job didn't have to do with listening to her talk about it. He rather enjoyed that, actually. It had to do with the hours she was working. It wasn't bad enough that her part-time job was really full-time, and that the bank was pushing the spirit of the job description by working her as many hours as they could while keeping her from collecting the benefits that went with a full-time position. What was worse was that she was gone a lot more when he was home.

Yes, it was a very selfish reason, but the last few weeks of being on second shift had been brutal for him. He'd managed okay the first time around, because she had just gotten the job toward the end of his rotation. And third shift had been a breeze. She'd work during the day while he was sleeping, and they'd spend their evenings together before he had to go to work. By the time his tour on day shift ended, her job didn't seem to be a problem at all. Their lives were normal, and she was happy. Then he switched to second shift again.

The first two weeks were an adjustment. They'd have a day together like before whenever she wasn't working, and they took full advantage of it like they'd been apart for months. But in between, they had to work at finding time to share. It wasn't just about the sex. He missed the little things, just like her kissing him at the door when he left for work, or sharing a morning cup of coffee when he'd finally wake up. Of course, she had usually gotten up and had a cup at Felicia's house hours before, but she'd willingly have a second one with him and make it seem like her first.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit the sex was a big part of it too. Going from the possibility of having it every day to wondering when it might happen again wasn't something he took well to. It also wasn't something he was going to complain to her about. But that didn't make it any easier.

The last two weeks he'd resigned himself that second shift was going to be what it was, and he just had to make the best of it. It didn't mean he loved Ann less. His longing for her made him love her more. But all things considered, he still would have rather had her at home if he had a choice.

He didn't. He wouldn't even consider the idea. So, with more idle time on his hands, he needed to find something to do himself. Now that it was winter, his options of outside activities like playing golf were gone. So, he put his spare time into projects. 

He'd always been handy, and he'd already done a lot of things around the house. When they'd first moved into the house, he'd done a lot of them. Installing ceiling fans in all the bedrooms and the dining room, putting up the garage door opener, hanging pegboard in the garage, and making the privacy partitions for the deck so Ann could lie out naked being just a few. He'd even made a second set of partitions for Felicia next door, a request that Ann had asked him to do.

With more idle time on his hands, and because of it being cold out, he set his creative sights on what he could do inside the house. He had an idea... one that he'd been thinking about for quite some time. Now that he had the opportunity, he decided now was as good a time as any.

He'd spent the last two weeks planning and working after she left for the bank, doing what he could before he had to go in to work. He spent an average of six hours every day she wasn't home on his secret project, all in hopes of surprising her.

It started with several trips to the local home improvement megastore, getting supplies and ordering components. He made a couple of big purchases, placing them on order, scheduling a delivery for the Saturday of the weekend he'd switch from second to third shift, knowing he'd have it off. It was his shortest weekend, getting off at midnight on Saturday and literally having to return to the plant forty-eight hours later. But he could guarantee in advance that he wouldn't be working that Saturday.

The same couldn't be said for Ann. She'd been scheduled to work that day. It bummed him out at first, thinking about how it was one more day when they wouldn't be together. But he'd planned on working on the project anyway, and this would give him an opportunity to pull it off before she got home, although that would be pushing it.

They would also have Sunday, and that had become his saving grace. The rule Ann had instituted early on in their relationship where they'd save one day a week for each other had been a stroke of genius on her part. And she was religious about adhering to it. He couldn't remember a Sunday where they hadn't had some kind of sex. But more than that, they devoted themselves to each other, finding ways to be close; to be together in so many loving ways.

Knowing an adventurous Sunday was so close, he overlooked the fact that she would have to work on Saturday. If he could get his project done in time, she'd come home to a huge surprise, and they'd start their Sunday early, which was always a bonus he looked forward to.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann arrived home to an empty house that Friday night, her heart full of angst. The news about Bernice being named the full-time manager at the main branch was unsettling. While she liked her job, she wasn't sure she could deal with someone she saw as judgmental, overbearing and inflexible. It was totally the opposite of how she managed, and she loathed the idea of working for her.

Changing locations and working for Keith was an option. She liked him, and she was already essentially working full-time anyway. If she went ahead and signed on for the official title, she'd get benefits that went with it, like vacations and holiday pay. But she'd undoubtedly be working even more hours. And, she would be traveling a lot farther to get to work, which meant more time away from home on all fronts.

The hardest part was while it wasn't the perfect job, she loved working. To stop so soon after she went back had her scared. She didn't like the way she felt just before she decided to rejoin the working world. And a lot of that had to do with Neil's job. She'd made the best of it for almost two years. And while she kept up a strong front, it began to wear on her. She hadn't been working that long to forget what these feelings felt like.

It wasn't like she resented his job. It gave them so much freedom, and it was giving them a bright future. But the ridiculous work schedule he had was hard on a marriage. She often wondered what the divorce rate would end up being at the plant for those working the shifts. If it was that hard for two people that loved and adored each other like her and Neil, what would it be like for a couple who's commitment wasn't that strong?

Pulling into the garage, she went inside and immediately poured herself a glass of wine. Starting a load of laundry, she went back to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. A half-hour later, she was doing the dishes in the sink, washing and drying them, missing the love she felt when she and Neil did that together. She smiled when she thought of how playful he could be when they were in the kitchen together.

She found herself later sitting in his Lay-Z-Boy, wanting to feel close to him. She was slowly rocking back and forth as she watched an old movie. She had her wine, a plate of cheese and crackers, and her phone. She was talking to her friend Dana in California, needed to unwind to someone, and knowing she wouldn't be able to talk to Neil until sometime the next afternoon. She'd have to get to bed long before he did if she was going to make it to work by nine in the morning.

It was another recent development she didn't care for about her work; the new extended Saturday hours. They'd already changed the workweek hours, staying open until seven. Now, Saturday was a full eight-hour day. As she shared her worries on the phone with her friend, she at least felt like she was reasoning some things out. Dana was a great listener, and it helped to at least say out loud what was bothering her instead of carrying it one more day.

Hanging up, she felt better, even if nothing was resolved. She did some more laundry, and washed the few dishes she'd dirtied while eating her snack. Tidying up a few more things, she headed to bed, wanting to get her Saturday done and over with so she could enjoy her Sunday with Neil.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He woke up to the sound of the garage door closing. Not that it was a big deal, his alarm was about to go off anyway.

Neil loved that Ann did everything she could to get ready in the mornings without waking him up. It was cute how she tiptoed around, and closed the doors so painstakingly slow, all in an attempt to let him sleep longer.

Most of the time he never noticed, but occasionally he'd hear her, and he'd watch through his half-closed eyes, fighting off a smile. He'd pretend he was still asleep, loving how she moved gracefully when she went about getting dressed. But he'd always drift back to sleep.

This time was different, however. He practically sprang out of bed when he heard the garage closing, not wanting to waste any time. He never bothered to shower. Instead, he slipped on some old jeans and a sweatshirt before grabbing an old coat. Ten minutes later, he was underneath the house in the crawlspace, literally crawling gravel covered terrain.

He slowly moved his way toward the south, away from the part where the entrance door to the crawlspace was located. He was heading over the grade of the land, moving uphill. There came a point where he had to get on his knees, running out of headroom. And then he was on his belly, inching along. He made his way to the portable light hanging in the same spot he'd left it from the previous day, along with the tools he'd left behind. Flipping on the light, he rolled over onto his back and got to work.

There was limited room, but he'd gotten used to it over the previous week, spending a couple of hours each day lugging things into the crawlspace, slaving away in the dark, cramped dungeon. At least, that's how he came to think of it, because that's how Ann always referred to it.

He didn't have much more to do down under the house. In fact, he finished up the wiring in just a half-hour.

"Damn... I wish I could have finished that yesterday," he groaned crawled back toward the useable end, dragging his things back out with him.

The cold wind hit him as he carried the tools and the light back to the garage. Brushing off the dirt and debris from his clothes, he stripped in the garage, walking back through the house in just his underwear. He threw the dirty things in the hamper and took a quick shower, rushing to make sure he gave himself as much time as possible. It was nine in the morning when he dried off and got dressed again. The delivery was scheduled for ten. If things went according to plan, he'd have everything prepped in time. From there, he'd have plenty of time to get the project completed before his wife came home.

It took him a little longer than he'd anticipated, though. He had to remove a bunch of things from the drawer and the cabinet. And he moved everything from underneath the sink. But once he did, he steadily made progress. Ninety minutes later, he was putting the old section in the garage. Using his Shop-Vac, he cleaned up the mess he'd made, knowing he was ready for the next stage.

Checking his watch, he realized that he was a half-hour behind schedule, but that wasn't his biggest concern. The delivery was. He suddenly was at a standstill, unable to do anything else until the truck showed up.

He made himself something to eat, stewing as he stared at the clock. With each passing minute, he became more agitated. He knew it wasn't an exact science. The truck had to make numerous stops, and it had to be difficult to coordinate everything within a specific time frame. There were too many variables involved to be absolutely accurate on what time they would arrive. But when the minute hand announced it was an hour past the appointed time, he became resigned to the fact that no matter how fast and how hard he worked, there was no way he'd get the project completed before Ann came home.

The truck arrived two hours later than he'd expected, but at least there were no complications with the order. Helping the men unload, he had them place the items in the great room and signed for the shipment. Thanking them, he closed the garage door and turned to look at the chore he had ahead. Thinking it best to find a way to resolve the issue of all of the items strewn about the kitchen, he knew which carton to open first.

"Time to get started," he said with a huge exhale. "If I can get the first part done, at least it will still look like a surprise."

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Her Saturday had gotten off to a good start. At least, she thought it had. She'd been able to get showered and dressed without waking Neil, and that had been her main objective. She also felt good because of how she'd dressed. With it being the weekend, and the lobby being closed, she was able to dress a little more in her style. Sure, she was still conservatively attired above the waist, wearing a tasteful beige silk blouse. But she'd gone without a bra, wanting to feel the smooth fabric against her nipples.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 11



She was more daring below the window, so to speak, wearing a black miniskirt that was very stylish, very short and very sexy; the hem coming down just a couple of inches below her crotch. It hugged her shapely hips, showing off her long, toned legs. The four-inch black heels were more for her personal sense of style. She knew no one would be seeing anything but her upper body but as she sat in her chair and opened her window for the day, she felt hot and sexy, and that had her smiling.

She'd also dressed that way for Neil. Not that he'd see her anytime soon, but with their weekend together being a short one, she wanted to get a jump start on their Sunday together. And what better way to do that than to start it when she got off work early that evening. When she'd looked in the bathroom mirror, carefully applying her make-up to give herself a professional appearance, but with a hint of sultry vixen thrown in, she felt herself becoming aroused.

She was still feeling that way when she sat on her chair of the drive-thru, waiting for her first customer of the day. All that disappeared the instant she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Good morning, Ann."

"Noooooo," she screamed in her head, her eyes closing as her blood pressure spiked. "Not Bernice! Not on a Saturday!"

"I said, good morning Ann."

Turning carefully in her chair, she glanced over her shoulder, trying not to seem annoyed. "Good morning, Bernice. What brings you in on a weekend?"

"Wanted to check on my troops... and get started on things I want to change once Keith moves to the new branch."

"Great," she grumbled to herself as she looked at her potential new boss with contempt in her eyes.

Hoping to make the best of it, she focused on her work, her great mood all but killed in just a few seconds.

She knew it would come eventually; as much as she tried to keep to herself, it was only a matter of time when how she'd dressed that morning would be brought up. Bernice got a look at her a couple hours into the shift, when she'd gone on her morning break. When she walked back to her window, she heard the disapproving groan from behind, and she braced herself for the comment that was sure to follow.

"Seriously, Ann... do you feel that outfit is appropriate for a bank?" Bernice asked with, her voice syrupy, but her eyes showing a hint of contempt.

She wasn't shocked by the question, only in the fact that she actually responded. She'd always shied away from that very type of confrontation before, thinking it was silly to get into a debate with someone who had little impact on her job, and no fashion sense whatsoever. But this time, for whatever reason, she actually addressed the question she'd been asked.

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with my outfit?" she replied, not believing at first that she had actually responded out loud.

"Nothing, if you're going out on the town for the evening. But you're not."

"Actually, I am," she lied, feeling like she was being backed into a corner. "I'm meeting my husband after work and we're going out. I don't have time to go home and change."

"Well be that as it may, I think you've gone a little too far with this ensemble."

"And I think you're wrong," Ann replied, shrugging her shoulders to return to her work station. "First of all, no one is coming into the lobby today, so no one will actually see what I have on. And secondly, I'm not wearing anything that's against the rules."

"Well I happen to disagree, and it's what I say that matters."

"What, so we're all going to be wearing god-awful pantsuits that make us look like men from now on," she stated bluntly, pointing at the unflattering outfit that Bernice had on. "I don't think so. I worked in fashion for ten years, Bernice. No woman in her right mind would dress themselves like that every... single... day."

Bernice looked at her outfit, suddenly finding herself on the defensive. "What... what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"What's right with it? I just said... you dress like a man. If that's the look you're comfortable with, great. Go for it. But how dare you put down those of us that want to look like a woman and feel good about it."

"Listen here, Ann -"

"Bernice, I'm done with this conversation. If you have a problem with how I'm dressed, then you can take it up with Keith and Mr. Danielson. They knew my background, and they hired me. In fact, I wore this exact outfit for my interview, and no one ever said a thing. And you know why? It's because I am not in violation of the company dress code. Trust me, I checked the employee handbook the first day you said something to me about what I was wearing. If anything, what you're doing is bordering on harassment. I checked that section too."

"They didn't hire you because you worked in fashion."

"That's right. They hired me because I managed the store, and I'm successful at whatever I do, including here."

"I never said you weren't good at your job."

"Then what's your problem, Bernice?"

"I told you, I don't think that's something you should be wearing. You might be within the guidelines, but -"

"But what? I'm either within them, or I'm not. And since you just admitted I AM within them, get... off... my... back! Otherwise, I'll be talking to HR first thing Monday."

Ann turned and strutted off toward the drive through area. She was practically steaming when she exchanged places with Jessica, the girl that had covered her break.

"Are you okay?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine," she answered with an exasperated nod.

"It was Bernice, wasn't it?"

"She doesn't like how I dress."

Jessica snickered and said, "I don't blame her. Compared to you, she looks like an ogre. For the record, I think you look stunning this morning."

"Thanks, Jessica. And thanks for covering me," she smiled.

"No problem. I'll be back to cover your lunch."

It was nice to hear that Jessica was on her side, but that didn't stop her from stewing in her seat as she served her customers. She was professional when she waited on them, but in her idle time, she kept going over the conversation she'd had with Bernice. While she was happy that she actually stood up to her, she knew that would only come back to haunt her if she ended up working for her.

"Maybe I just need to take the position with Keith," she thought as she did some paperwork.

A van drove up to the window a short time later as Ann was busy verifying her cash drawer. She didn't turn her full attention to her customer until the sound of the shuttle tube started, plopping the carrier container down next to her. Turning on her microphone, she looked up and welcomed the person to the bank, only then recognizing who was sitting in her lane.

"Good morning!" she practically sang, her mood suddenly soaring.

A soft southern drawl came through the tinny speaker. "Hi! So... is today the day?"

A sheepish grin appeared on Ann's face. She'd heard the same question dozens of times since she'd started working at the bank, always from the same cheerful customer. But this time, she was more open to it. Maybe it was the prospect of working for Bernice, or having to choose between that and working at a different branch full-time. Either way, a third option just suddenly appeared in front of her; she knew she needed to at least listen.

"Maybe," she said while nodding her head more in the affirmative.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I might be... let's talk."

"Can you get away for lunch? My treat!"

"Sure... I'll meet you at O'Malley's a little after noon," she smiled as she sent the cartridge back through the tube, along with the receipt acknowledging the business deposit.

"Great... I'll see you there!"

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He decided to cut the cardboard crate from around the structure in order to have something to put it on. He needed a surface to work on, but he didn't want to take a chance and mark up the linoleum. He'd placed it in the middle of the kitchen floor, carefully flipping it over onto the top. Taking some self-adhesive felt strips, he lined them along the four edges, making sure to trim off the excess so nothing would stick out from underneath once he turned it back over.

Once that was done, he flipped it upright, and went to work on attaching the top. It was heavy and oversized, and he wondered at first if he'd bitten off more than he could chew by thinking he could do it all himself. But once he lifted it up on top, he was able to slide it easily and get it properly positioned. He crawled underneath, lying on his back; black lag screws in one hand and his cordless power drill in the other. He put a Phillips head tip into the drill and began inserting the screws carefully through the wooden frame, hitting the cross beams perfectly.

"Man... they did a great job on this," he said happily, the worry of having to improvise gone.

It was a relief, because he'd ordered it to his specifications, giving them a design to follow. If it hadn't have worked, it would have been on him. As it was, a little over an hour later he'd finished the assembly, and he took a few minutes to clean up the cardboard and vacuum in and around his completed project. Part two of it, anyway. He put away all the items he'd dragged out earlier in the day, and then he turned around to see the empty spot he'd created when he first started. Turning to look at the other big box that had been delivered, he glanced back at the gaping hole along the wall.

"Time for part three," he sighed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I'm so happy to see you," Mary Ann said as Ann walked up to the small table for two in the Irish Pub where they'd agreed to meet.

Of course, it wasn't happy hour, the two meeting up for lunch, but Mary Ann still asked her if she wanted a beer. She laughed, seeing the one in front of her friend, and she shook her head.

"No... as much as I need one right now, that would only make things worse when I go back to work."

"I thought you liked your job. I'm really surprised you finally agreed to meet with me."

"I do like my job. But, things have changed in the last couple of days. I'm not so sure I'm going to like it going forward. I have some decisions to make."

"Do I need to make another sales pitch?" Mary Ann asked as the waitress came to the table with some water.

Once they'd given her their order, Ann looked at the smiling face sitting across from her. "I don't know, Mary Ann. I'm not sure I can handle retail again. The hours -"

"I have to tell you, I'm a little disappointed in you."

"What? Why?"

"I was under the impression that when you were ready to go back to work, you'd call me first. I can't tell you how surprised I was that day to find you working at my bank. And like I said... I'm a little disappointed."

"Wait... we discussed this?"

"That's how I remember it."

Ann sat, thinking back. "You know, I think you're right. Mary Ann, I'm so sorry. I just never thought about retail as an option. Like I said, the hours -"

"That's bullshit," Mary Ann scoffed, albeit with a big grin. "I bet you see Neil less now than you thought you would when you took that job. I know how they operate. Am I right?"

"Well, yes. I wanted part-time, but it's been more like full-time, really. And now, I may  have to go full-time just for my sanity."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm thinking of transferring to their new branch, and that's all they have for me if I go there. And if I don't go there, I might just strangle the bitch I'll end up working for here in town."

"Are you serious... do you know how far away that is? You'll spend another hour each day just driving. Plus, if you go full-time, you'll be working even more hours."

"I know, I know. But selling clothes again... I did that for ten years. I wanted something different."

"Ann, I don't sell clothes. I sell sex. You know that."

She didn't really sell sex. But it was close. Mary Ann was the owner of Henrietta's House, the lingerie store that was housed in a former brothel near the outlet center. It was Mary Ann's mother, Camilla, who made her wedding dress. And now that she'd been reminded of it, she did recall saying that if she every decided to go back to work, she'd talk with Mary Ann first.

Thinking about how she at least owed it to her to listen to an offer, she said, "Okay... so, what's your plan? How exactly would working at Henrietta's be better for me?"

"Well for one, you know how to dress. You look so incredible in that outfit. It stylish, but damn sexy," she grinned, not knowing that that was music to Ann's suddenly perked up ears.

"Thanks. I needed to hear that, to day of all days."

Mary Ann's smiled warmly. "So, let's assume that I match what they're paying you for starters."

"Okay... I'll assume that."

"If you want to work part-time, then you'll work part-time. You tell me how many hours you want, and I'll only schedule for that many."

"Are you serious?"

"Very. And if there are days you don't want to work, you won't."

"No Sundays?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Okay... so far so good. What else?"

"Well, I was thinking about Neil's schedule. I know when he works during the day things are probably normal for you both."

"Except when I work until seven... then it sucks,"

"What about when he's on third shift? I would suppose working for us during the day would be great because he's sleeping, right?"

"Yes. Its second shift that drives me nuts," Ann said candidly.

"Him too, I would presume."

"I would assume so, although he's never complained."

"Would he?"

"No, probably not, but I see your point."

"Well, what would you say if there were some days where you worked during the same time he does? Say... four to eight those evenings. You'll still be home well before him, but you'll also get to spend some time together during the day again."

"God I've missed that," she thought to herself, her mind wandering to the sexual wonders they shared on those amazing afternoons before Neil left for work. It was after he'd leave that she's sit at home alone, and she came to hate that particular shift. That she was now working didn't change that. In fact, it made things worse. She hated it more because there were days they didn't really see each other at all.

She had drifted off in thought, brought back to the moment when the waitress brought them their food. In fact, it kind of startled her, making Mary Ann chuckle.

Instead of pressuring her, Mary Ann pulled back. They stopped talking about work, catching up instead. Ann had stopped by the store shortly after she moved to show them the wedding album, wanting Camilla to see her in the dress. Since that time, she'd go there every couple of months to shop; always making sure she also spent some time visiting. But she hadn't been there since she decided to go back to work.

She wondered aloud if it was a subconscious thing, like she was avoiding stopping in because she was supposed to be working there all along. Mary Ann told her to let it go, but it still made her wonder. She honestly didn't remember saying she'd give Henrietta's a first glance at the time she started looking for a job... at least not until she got called on it.

But in truth, she never really did look. She had banking on the brain, thinking she needed a career change, and she got the job almost before she could take a breath to consider the ramifications. She'd been so desperate to get out and start working that when the job fell in her lap, she didn't stop to think if it was really the right fit for her marriage. It happened too easy.

As the stood in the cold on the sidewalk outside the pub, Ann gave Mary Ann a big hug.

"So, what do you think?" she was asked.

"I think I need to talk things over with Neil."

"Did I mention we sell sex?" Mary Ann smiled.

"HA! Yes, several times."

"Did I mention the forty percent discount you'll get on anything in the store?"

"No, actually, you didn't," she replied with widened eyes.

"Well, consider it mentioned now. I really hope you'll think about it Ann. Mom and I keep talking about how much fun it would be to have you in the store. We think you'd be a perfect fit. Frankly, you would have been a perfect fit in at the house when Henrietta ran the place."

Ann laughed, thinking of what it would have been like to have been a prostitute working there during its heyday. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I meant it as one, Ann. Honestly. No one takes the legacy of Henrietta's House more seriously than I do. The truth is, back in the day, it was a privilege to be one of the girls that worked there, and she would have loved you as much as I do. Anyway, talk it over with Neil and let me know, okay? I really think you'll love it."

"I'll talk to him tonight, I promise. I'll let you know tomorrow one way or the other, okay?"

"That's fair."

"Thanks for taking me to lunch, Mary Ann. I had a great time catching up. I needed this."

"I could tell. I had a great time too. And we can have a lot more... I promise."

"Okay. Say hi to Camilla."

"I will... take care," she waved.

Ann walked around the corner, the bank coming into view. She was thinking about the offer she'd just been made. And it was a great one. It was hard to deny that working at Henrietta's House might be the right choice, even if it meant acknowledging she'd made a mistake taking the job at the bank. It was also hard not to feel honored about Mary Ann's compliment about working there when the house had a different clientele. And she knew it truly was one, as odd as it may sound.

Her only hang-up was coming to terms with that fat that she really had made a mistake. She'd never viewed herself as a quitter. And letting Bernice effect her like she had wasn't something that sat well with her. Besides, she'd just stood up to her for the first time. Who was to say things couldn't be different?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Man... why can't my arm be an inch longer," Neil complained as he stretched it out, straining to reach the bolt with his wrench.

His back was aching, the pillow and towels he was using for comfort slipping every now and then, forcing his torso to press into the edge of the hard frame. He felt like a contortionist, bending and twisting in the confined space he was forced to work in. While it was cold outside, the house was warm, and he'd been sweating. He ended up stripping off most of his clothes to feel more comfortable. He was down to wearing only a pair of grey cotton gym shorts, the kind with a white string tied in the front to keep them on.

He was tired and sore, but he was closer to finishing than he ever dreamed he would be. There was even a moment when he actually thought he might finish everything up before Ann came home. But he'd hit a snag redoing some piping, the junction he'd put in not fitting as snug as he wanted.

He wasn't that far from being done when he heard the garage door going up. But instead of crawling out to greet his wife, he stayed put, knowing that it would be that much harder to crawl back to where he was one more time. Besides, he had finally reached the elusive bolt with his wrench, and he was in the midst of turning his wrist to tighten it. It was a tough decision, because he wanted to see her face when she walked into the door from the garage. But at that point he was so worn out all he wanted to do was finish what he started.

Perhaps the reaction he got was better. While he couldn't see, he could most certainly hear. The back door opened, and then it closed. He could picture in his mind Ann not really paying attention as she turned to hang her coat up on the coat tree next to the door. But then he heard something drop to the floor, presumably her purse, followed by an audible gasp. That was followed by a high-pitched squeal of delight.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 12



(c) 2015 - All rights reserved - Mimaster

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Ann sat dutifully at the table centered in the small break room, her heart consumed with joy. She was filling out a myriad of paperwork laid out before her. The table was actually too big for its surroundings, giving the room a very cramped feeling. Or as she preferred to look at it; cozy. But she understood the reasoning. There weren't a lot of options for space, and she realized that decisions had been made to make the best of things.

After all, it was more than a break room. It had actually been the kitchen of the old house at one time. Even with a wall that had been taken out years before to open things up, it was still undersized by current standards.

Yet now it was more than a kitchen. It was basically a multi-purpose room. In addition to its original design, and that of the break room, it tripled as the conference room, which was why the table was so large. It had to accommodate for the rare times that all the employees of the business would gather together for a meeting of some type.

The thought of where she was and what she was doing had Ann humming as she filled out another employment form. It was her first day on the job at Henrietta's House, the lingerie store that was located inside an old house in the center of town. A house that, for almost six decades, had been the home of not only a family, but also was a very successful brothel. It was a house that had been dedicated to the enjoyment of all things sexual... which was why Ann felt she belonged there.

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Mary Ann was the founder and principle owner of Henrietta's House. But in her mind, she was simply 'minding the family business.' She was the great-granddaughter of Henrietta, whom the store was named after. And it was Henrietta that she tried to emulate when it came to being a successful businesswoman.

Henrietta started the brothel out of necessity, in late1914. Like many women across the country, she'd become recently widowed; her husband killed in action during World War I. She was left behind, with an infant daughter to raise and no family to lean on for support. She was suddenly alone, with a baby to feed and a mortgage to pay, and she needed to find a way to survive.

Not one to wallow in self-pity, Henrietta quickly gathered herself. She was strong-willed. She was intelligent. She was beautiful. She was resourceful. She was organized and a hard worker. Under normal circumstances, she would have found a job and moved on with her life. But she was tied down because of having a baby.

Taking stock one night, the death benefits the government provided nearing an end, she formulated a plan. She began by listing the tangible assets she had available to her. They were limited. She had the house, and the furnishing inside it. But one of those items was her bed. And in her mind, it was an underused bed.

Henrietta loved sex. And while it wasn't a thought that women of the time ever expressed, she knew she was great at it. She also missed it terribly. It was bad enough living without sex while her husband was overseas serving their country. The idea of going without it the rest of her life now that he was gone was unacceptable to her. But it was a different world back then. Young widowed mothers seldom remarried; the idea of a young suitor taking on the instant responsibility of becoming a step-father frightened most of them off. If Henrietta ever wanted to have sex again, she knew it would have to be on her terms, because traditional values of the time in which she lived dictated a lonely future. She wasn't going to let that happen.

Thus she began a life as a prostitute. The empowerment that came with that choice quickly shaped her as a woman and a mother. It gave her purpose. It gave her pleasure. And ultimately, it gave her financial stability, and the freedom that went along with it. Eventually she turned that singular decision into a thriving profession, not only for herself, but in turn by offering employment opportunities for many incredible women over the years, including her own daughter Bonnie.

Henrietta was a progressive thinker, building a viable business, taking care of the girls that worked for her. They became like family, and she strived to make their lives enriched. Eventually Bonnie took over, with Henrietta's blessing, and she developed profit sharing and offered healthcare. They both did their best to create an environment that was not only safe to practice what many considered a taboo occupation, but also made it fun for the girls that worked there. But it was Henrietta's philosophy that sex was incredible, and it should be exhilarating for both parties involved. She didn't want her girls thinking it was a seedy transaction. It was a service, but everyone should benefit from it.

In that light, she had very strict rules for the clientele. After all, the house wasn't just a brothel; it doubled as her home... one where she was raising a child. She was very selective about the men she allowed to enter. Not everyone was welcome. In fact, most of the men that frequented the brothel were family men, successful and hard-working.

It also helped that whenever she had the occasional problem client, she had the support of the local law enforcement to take care of them. Sure, that was because she gave away free services to several high-ranking men that wore badges; part of a quid pro quo for them looking the other way when it came to the legality of her enterprise. But they never abused the privilege. They looked over the girls that worked there, protecting them. They saw what Henrietta was providing the community as a needed service, especially during the Depression, as well as through the prohibition era.

With a textile factory across the street, Henrietta built a thriving business. Yet she also found time to raise an incredible daughter; one that proudly looked up to her. Bonnie eventually joined the business, seeing her mother not as a whore, but as a successful woman that enjoyed her work. And Bonnie did just as well, coming up with incredible ideas of her own to make the business grow. It was Bonnie's daughter Camilla that broke the mold, wanting nothing to do with the lineage her mother and grandmother had created. She was more ashamed than proud of how her family made its living. It helped that by that time, Henrietta and Bonnie had bought a different home, the three women living away from the infamous house on South Street.

Henrietta turned the business over to Bonnie before she passed away. Bonnie kept it going for quite a while, but eventually she decided to hang up her mattress, so to speak. She didn't really want to, but the town had changed drastically. So had the world.

The first death blow was when the textile factory next door closed. Suddenly, half of the men that came to the brothel were out of work. Plus, the sexual revolution had just started. Young women were freely expressing their sexuality in so many wonderful ways. The idea of paying for sex became a harder concept to sell. Add to all of that the fact Camilla wanted nothing to do with taking over the business. After all, she was a college graduate. She had better things to do with her life than run a house of ill repute. So, Bonnie made the difficult decision to shut down the brothel in late 1969. She just didn't have the heart to sell it, so it sat empty... for far too long.

That is until Mary Ann moved in. She'd been out of college for years, unable to find the right fit for a career. In her early 30s, she was still trying to find her way in the world. She'd gotten a solid job as at a local store, selling women's shoes, but she had aspirations. A business major like her mom, Camilla, she wanted to make her mark on the world. She just didn't know how she was going to do it yet.

When Bonnie died, Camilla inherited the house. She decided almost immediately that she was going to sell, wanting nothing to do with a place she saw as a tie to a past that in her eyes caused her more harm than good. The reputation of coming from, as she'd often put it, a family of whores, was one she couldn't distance herself from enough. She loved her mother, and grandmother, but she hated the life they led, mainly because of the teasing she endured when she was younger.

Mary Ann saw things much differently. She always had. She found her family heritage fascinating; even oddly enticing. But she also knew never to bring up the subject in front of her mom. It was no longer an argument worth having. That didn't mean she was ignoring the legacy of her family though. She hoped to continue to embrace it. In her eyes, selling the house was a huge mistake. She just needed a way to convince her mother of that.

She did it by appealing to her sense of practicality. Camilla was smart. Very smart, and Mary Ann asked that she take a risk, by investing in her future. She tried to help her mom get past the stigma the house represented in her mind, saying it was a dwelling first, and it would get out of her apartment and provide her a start. Camilla reluctantly agreed, knowing it was the right thing to do. No matter how she felt about the house personally, it really would be better for her daughter to own a place rather than continue to rent.

If she hadn't already had a preconceived idea of her family history, living there gave Mary Ann inspiration. When she first moved, in it was exactly as Bonnie had left it the day so closed the business, and that gave her a different perspective. She thought she knew all about her family's past, her grandmother more than willing to share tales that made her mother cringe. But Mary Ann loved hearing them, and now that she was living in the home, they seemed to come alive.

The bedrooms were still furnished sparsely, with small double beds and old spring mattresses that had seen lots of use. The upstairs bathroom, while small, had lots of character... the telltale signs of the countless women that worked there left behind. She'd found tons of memories and mementos in boxes, stuffed in closets or scattered about the house.

While it seemed odd at first, she began romanticizing the profession that once flourished within those walls, always seeing the virtues instead of the stigmatism. In doing so, she became closer to the heritage her mother pretended didn't exist. She could picture herself being just like Henrietta and Bonnie, and saw no shame in it. There was even a part of her deep inside that was disappointed she never got the opportunity to become one of the girls that worked there, to the point that she was a bit disappointed that her mother broke the chain by not following in their footsteps. Mary Ann fantasized many times about what it would have been like to be like the two women she so dearly loved and looked up to. Like them, she loved sex too, and the idea of making a living having it appealed to her.

Instead, she toiled away selling shoes. She liked the job. In fact, she liked retail. She loved working with the public, and she found helping someone find the perfect footwear to compliment an outfit very rewarding. Plus, she got a nice discount. But she wanted more. While she loved what she did, she hated working for someone else... she wanted control of her own destiny.

Her break came with the transformation that took place in her neighborhood shortly after she began living there. A developer had purchased the vacant textile factory across the street, and had begun the process of converting it into an outlet shopping center. Within two years, the area surrounding her house went from a run down remnant of a long ago era, to a thriving shopping district. With the zoning change from industrial to commercial, thus allowing the outlets to begin with, and the subsequent economic boom they created, Mary Ann came up with a germ of an idea that grew into Henrietta's House.

Much like her great-grandmother, she took stock of her assets. She had a bachelor's degree in business, graduating in the top five percent of her class. She had over eight years of practical experience in retail, becoming the stores top sales person in the process. And just like Henrietta and Bonnie, she was intelligent, gorgeous, and she loved sex. Unlike them, she lived in a time where running a brothel would no longer be looked at favorably in the eyes of the law. The other difference was she owned the house outright, and she didn't have a family yet. She didn't even have a boyfriend.

She took strength in Henrietta's resolve, thinking of what it must have been like to make the decision to go from being just a prostitute to becoming madam of a brothel. It was one thing to make her living having sex with men. It was another altogether to provide viable employment opportunities for other women looking for work during the Depression. It took vision. It took commitment. It took the determination of a woman that saw things as possible when most others would have given up.

Deciding to put the house up as collateral, Mary Ann worked to secure a business loan and line of credit from a local bank. Over the course of a couple of months, she had provided a sound business plan that had outlines for growth and future earning potential. She'd shown detailed renovation plans for the house to bring it up to code, as well as floor plans for the interior design. She even had preliminary inventory orders secured with established suppliers to show she'd researched the market and had contracts ready to execute once things were ready to go.

While it was true a lot of the red tape that would have normally gotten in her way had been cleared with the zoning changes, it wasn't going to be that simple. While she had a good idea that she knew would work, the financing was becoming something that was a concern. The bank was initially hesitant because they were nervous about the competition of the outlet center. They feared their investment would be in jeopardy because of the advantages the developer could give potential companies looking to lease retail space.

She'd had three meetings with Charles Danielson, the manager of the business development branch of the bank. While she felt good about the first one, where she'd spelled out many of the details, the following ones had become increasingly frustrating. She left the second meeting feeling like she hadn't been taken seriously. She wondered at first if perhaps she was in over her head. Or maybe there was some important factor that if she'd not thought of that was giving him pause.

But that didn't make any sense. In that second meeting, he had requested additional information, wanted more details on prospective customers, as well as the actual product lines they might be selling. She had that info with her at the ready, along with many other answers to questions he came up with. She felt certain when the meeting ended that her preparedness showed she was a low-risk, solid candidate.

Rehashing the meeting later, she finally came to the conclusion that she was overreacting to his hesitance. He was just doing his job and being cautious. After all, he was in charge of loaning money to businesses, and the national average for new starts-ups being successful was very low. He had to do his due-diligence. Expecting the follow-up meeting they'd scheduled for the next week to be better, she felt confident that things would work out fine.

It didn't.

Instead, that third meeting was contentious. He badgered her on her overall plan, and the need for a lingerie-only shop in an area that was, in his estimation, very conservative. He questioned her demographics, asserting that the women of the area weren't interested in that type of clothing store. She found herself defending her vision, countering his points with numbers and facts. She produced documentation to validate her findings, including a survey with signatures of women who stated they indeed would visit and shop at such a store. He waved all of that off, saying it was unreliable and unscientific data.

When things got heated, he said, "I don't know why you can't understand this, Miss Dawson. Not only is there no sustainable value in your business model, I don't see a need for the product line. The clientele is too limited... too specialized. Women in this area -"

"With all due respect, Mr. Danielson, you haven't a clue about the women of this area. You're a handsome man in a suit. You aren't a twenty-two year-old woman. Or a fifty year-old woman, for that matter," she argued. "Face it, you're not a woman."

"True. But what does age have to do with it?"

"What do you mean? You're the one that brought up demographics. What in the world do you think that stands for?"

"Look, Miss Dawson, there's no need to get insulting."

She was exasperated, his logic not making any sense to her.

"I... I'm not intending to sound that way. I just don't know what else you want me to show you to prove that this is going to work. You keep talking about women in this area, which, by the way, WILL shop at my store. All sizes, all ages, all backgrounds. But you're also forgetting the draw of the outlets. There's nothing like them in a four-state area. People are going to be coming here from out of state to shop at the outlets. They already are."

"Yes, they are coming to the outlets. On that I agree."

"And we're going to be right there... right across the street!"

"Yes. Across the street, not part of the outlets. Not advertised by the outlets. Not..."

"Is that what this is about? Marketing?"

"That's a part of it. If you can't get them in your store, Miss Dawson, they aren't going to buy from you. And if they don't buy from you, this won't work."

"Now who's being insulting?" she asked, leaning across his desk.

"Pardon?"

"You know very well I have a bachelor's degree in business. You also know I minored in economics. It's all in the paperwork I gave you, so cut the crap."

"I think this meeting is over."

"No, it isn't. If you don't think I have what it takes to make this a go because I'm a woman... then say it."

"Whoa! I NEVER said that."

"You didn't have to. You've gone back to old school banking... which is exactly what my mother warned me when I said I was going to come here. I figured with the history my family has here you'd be more progressive in your thinking. But she must be right. She said the way you do business has changed."

"History? What are you talking about? You've only had an account here for three years."

"Well you obviously didn't read the details in my outline summary, did you? I've actually banked here off and on for fifteen years, and my family has been with you for decades beyond that."

"That can't be true. My family has been a part of the management of this bank since it was founded over a hundred years ago. I know who our customers are, Miss Dawson."

That revelation was news to her. Welcome news. Her eyes flashed to the small nameplate adorning his desktop, a wry smile appearing on her face. Her mind flashed first to Henrietta, and how she'd forged ahead. It had to be a huge step to get what she wanted in her life.

She then recalled her Grandma Bonnie quoting Henrietta. It was a message that had been passed down through their family. Henrietta had been asked about the vocational choice she'd been forced to make at such an early age. Her response resonated in Mary Ann.

The hardest part about weighing risks versus rewards is having the courage to actually take the risk. Only those that do have a chance to see what might come from it. The rest are left standing on the curb, watching their dreams pass them by.

Those words echoed in her head, and she knew what she needed to do. That is, if she could find that courage Henrietta spoke of.

Leading Mr. Danielson to where she needed him to go, she said, "You didn't know me before our first meeting, so that can't be true. And from what I just heard, you don't know anything about half your customer base."




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"What? Why would you say that?"

"Because half of them are women, and you don't seem to get us at all. If you did, you'd know that what my store is going to offer will sell." Glancing at his left hand, she noticed the wedding band on his finger. "In fact, I'm willing to bet your wife would love something soft and frilly that would make her feel special. And if you were a smart man, you'd want her buying from my store."

She stood, reaching into her purse. Pulling out a business card, she handed it to him.

"What's this?"

"My business card, for the business I'm going to get someone to finance. I have a plan, Mr. Danielson. It's going to be successful. And I'm going to prove it to you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?"

"Our next, and final meeting. You have an appointment with me tomorrow at noon at the address on the card. I'll be expecting you. Please don't be late."

She turned to walk out as he read the card again. "I don't understand. What is Henrietta's House?"

"It's called marketing, Mr. Danielson. Something you failed to address in any of your questions, other than to assume I don't have that covered as well. I'll explain more about it tomorrow. Have a good evening."

She made the long walk seven blocks from the bank in the center of town, down the historic streets toward where she lived. All around, everywhere she looked, she saw her heritage. This is who she was. This was where she came from. And the same could be said for Charles Danielson IV. His admission that banking was in his blood, and that he was proud of it, stood out to Mary Ann. She had that same pride in her family, and the business they had forged for themselves. In a way, she wanted to see that continue, and she knew what she needed to do to make it happen... if she had the courage.

Walking up the steps to her house, she stopped to look at the bustling activity across the street. The outlets were indeed booming. She could see buses parked in the lot, lined up in rows. Groups had actually chartered them... it was part of the advertising campaign they'd promoted. Billboards as far away as a hundred miles told of the outlet center, most of them stating boldly at the bottom that buses were welcome. She could practically see the dollars rolling in.

"Don't tell me this idea won't work," she said with a burst of determination.

Once inside, she went to the bookshelf built into the wall of the living room. There, she kept many of the books and binders she'd discovered left behind while cleaning up the house. Several of them pertained directly to the original business; the one she was looking for being a large ring-binder covered with grey linen cloth.

Opening it, she sat down in her favorite chair, leafing through the pages. It took her twenty minutes of research, but she was thrilled to find the information she was looking for. Flagging the pages, she put it back on the shelf, wanting to know just where to find it the next day.

She pulled out a second book, taking to a table by the front door. Placing it in the center, she had a jolt of reality come over her.

"Am I really willing to do this?" she wondered.

Unnerved, she scampered to the kitchen, to a filing cabinet that had been left behind. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out an old manila folder, the name 'Bonnie' hand written on the tab. Opening it, she shuffled through the contents, nodding as she confirmed her suspicions were correct. She grabbed a second folder from a different drawer, taking them to the living room. Dropping them on the coffee table, she plunked down on the coach, knowing she still had a lot work ahead of her to be ready for her meeting. But from the second she opened that file, she knew she could make Mr. Danielson see things her way.

He just had to be persuaded to part with his money.

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Mary Ann spent that next morning in a state of anticipation. She knew she only had one more chance to change Mr. Danielson's mind, and he was the best chance to get the loans and lines of credit she needed to start her business. In fact, he was probably her only chance. She didn't have ties to any of the other banks in town. If her own banker didn't believe in the vision she had, in spite of a rich history he apparently he knew nothing about, there was little hope anyone else in town would partner with her.

Her nerves were a bit frayed, and she'd gotten little sleep. She'd stayed up late going over the details she'd found in the books and the file folders, pouring over the information. The more she dug, the more she found. She felt like an archeologist unearthing ancient documents, and the revelations held within were startling. Certainly she could use what she'd discovered to her advantage, but she needed to make sure she could seal the deal. And in her mind, there was only one way to do that.

Her stomach was in butterflies as she lay in her bed, hoping to fall asleep. It was hard, because her mind was all over the place. Staring at the walls, she seemed to hear every creak; every noise. The old house was speaking to her, reminding her of what it once was, and the secrets it held. It was also telling her of what it could be in the future; the rich history it could share with the world, if only she could find a way to convince a man to believe in it.

The smell of the strong pot of coffee she'd made the next morning brought her life. The three cups she'd drank had her wired a couple of hours later. She became a bundle of energy, whipping around the home, cleaning and tidying up for her company. She did a quick once over to make sure she had everything she needed, all in the proper place for her to use in her presentation. Then she retired upstairs to get herself ready.

"I think I need a long hot bath instead of a shower this morning," she said to herself as she climbed the narrow staircase, past the pictures she'd proudly hung on the stairwell wall of her grandmother Bonnie and great-grandmother Henrietta. Each of them were dressed in nightgowns, lying on one of the beds still upstairs; their wide smiles showing how proud they were of their profession. She stopped to look at them, something she did often. But this time they took on new meaning. She knew she wasn't only doing this for herself and her future. She was doing it for them, and their legacy. She wanted them to be remembered for who she knew them to be; strong, independent women who took the world by storm and made a success of their lives.

"I'm doing this for you, ladies."

A few hours later she was in the kitchen having a glass of wine, when she heard the knock on the door. Glancing at the clock she smiled. He was five minutes early.

"At least he's punctual," she said as she downed the rest of the contents in one large gulp.

Setting the glass on the counter, she walked toward the door, hearing him knock a second time. She could see his shadow through the sheer white curtain covering the window of the front door. He looked huge standing there on the front porch.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. "You can do this Mary Ann. You can do this!"

Opening the door, she greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Danielson. Welcome to Henrietta's House."

"What the... why are you dressed like that?"

She was wearing a see-through red negligee that showed off the lacy black bra and thong set underneath. The pair of black four-inch spiked heels was one of her favorites from the store where she currently worked. She wore them to complete the look she was going for. Her idea was to show him the benefits of the products she wanted to sell in her own place, and what better way than to model them.

She'd done her makeup in a way that made her look sultry; her hair pulled up high to show off her neckline, adorned with a black velvet choker.

"You said you didn't see the need for what I'm going to sell. I'm just trying to get you to understand things from a different point of view," she replied calmly, despite the way her stomach was churning inside. "Please, come in."

"Uh... okay."

He reluctantly entered the house, his eyes diverting to the floor to keep from looking directly at her. But with him towering over her, he couldn't help but see how she looked. She shut the door and saw how he was standing, which made her smile. Touching him on the arm, she got his attention, making him look her in the eye.

"It's okay to look at me, Charles. May I call you Charles?"

"Uh, yes. Of course."

"Thank you, Charles. Please, call me Mary Ann."

"Mary Ann," he nodded, a hint of a smile appearing.

"See, that's better. If we're going to be together, we should use first names," she said as she walked to the kitchen, knowing he was looking at her shapely ass through the negligee. With her wearing the tiny thong, it was totally in view.

"Together?"

Calling back to him, she said, "Yes. We're going to be business partners, Charles. I invited you here so I can show firsthand you why you want to be my partner in this venture. The whole point is for you to look at a woman with desire, like I can feel you looking at my ass right now."

He coughed; his fear over leering at her catching in his throat.

She laughed, never bothering to look over her shoulder because she knew she was right. "It's okay. I want you to look. By nature, men are visual creatures, and women know that. Please, make yourself feel at home. Would you like something to drink? I was just having a glass of wine."

"Wine? It's only noon."

Returning with two full glasses, she met him again where he'd been standing in the entryway. Holding one out for him, she took a sip from hers. "There was a time in this country when successful businessmen would have cocktails at lunch time. You're certainly successful. I don't think a little wine is going to hurt you."

He wasn't sure why he took the glass, but he found himself drinking it with her. He was more surprised that he found himself saying, "Mmm... this is actually good."

"I'm glad you think so," she grinned. Turning slightly in place, she opened the book on the table to her left, handing him a pen. "If you wouldn't mind, please sign into the registry. Right there on the next line," she pointed.

"You have a registry... for your house?"

"It's more like this house has a registry. It's a tradition I hope to continue. Sign and print please, just like those before you."

He dated it first, not noticing the length of time between entries. Printing his name first, he then scribbled his signature. Yet even as he was doing it he couldn't fathom the reason. "If you don't mind, why am I doing this?"

"Well like I said, I'm trying to keep certain traditions going. Its part of the presentation I'll be making to the local historical society. I've put in the paperwork to have the house registered as a county historical landmark. I have a meeting with them and the chamber of commerce next week. It's a pretty big deal, since it's going to be central to the marketing campaign I have mapped out. But I've been assured by a couple of people that the meeting is a formality. It's pretty much a lock that it'll be included."

She took the pen when he'd finished, using it to print her name in a space at the end of the line. He was puzzled as to why, but her comment was more on his mind. In looking around, he was having trouble connecting the dots.

"I don't mean to sound rude Mary Ann, but I don't get it. Why would the historical society care about your home? It's just a tract house from the early 1900s, isn't it? I just walked up the street... all the houses are pretty much the same."

"You really have no idea where you're standing, do you?" she grinned.

"Apparently I don't. Enlighten me."

"I'd be happy to. This house... Henrietta's house... was a brothel. It was a very successful one, for almost 60 years."

"Wait... so this was the local whore house?"

"Brothel, Charles. And my great-grandmother Henrietta and my grandma Bonnie were not whores, any more than you're a simple bank teller. They were both incredible businesswomen, way ahead of their time. And this house represents a lot. Come here... let me really enlighten you."

She took him into the living room, or what was once referred to as the parlor, sitting next to him on the couch. Opening the file folder, she began telling him the tale of Henrietta, and how she turned a personal tragedy into an incredible success story. She explained the circumstances of her great-grandfather's death, and how Henrietta had to make bold choices.

Filling in the blanks, she described how the house went from one woman using her wits and her body to make ends meet, to creating an enterprise that at one time supported up to a dozen girls. Using the things she found in the files, she was able to substantiate everything she was telling him.

"When my mother was born, Henrietta took a step back. She was still the madam, but she turned over the day to day stuff to my Grandma Bonnie. Bonnie took things to the next level. She started a profit sharing plan. See... look at this ledger. Look at the entries. Look at how she worked to ensure her employees were taken care of. She did that ten years before the textile company across the street did."

"This is incredible."

"If you think that's something, look at this."

She opened the other folder; the one with Bonnie's name on it. Inside were pay stubs, covering some thirty years.

"What are these?" he asked, looking one over carefully.

"What do you think it is?"

"She... they had a payroll?"

"Drawn off your bank," Mary Ann grinned. "A couple of years after she started the profit sharing, she actually started offering healthcare. Because of that, she had to do some things to make the business more legitimate. So, she hired an accountant, and they approached the bank. I won't pretend to know what kind of things they had to do to make everything right in the eyes of the government, but as you can see... the employees paid taxes and everything."

"Well I'll be damned."

"That's not all. The bank issued a full line of credit to the company that was set up, so they could cover expenses and payroll when they needed it. Take a good look at who signed off on it."

She pointed to a line on a contract issued on the banks stationary. There, at the bottom, it was signed Charles Danielson II.

"Grand-dad?"

"Oh yes. Your grandfather... and that's not all," she teased.

Rising, she walked seductively over to the bookshelf across the room, knowing he was watching. She made sure her hips swayed, accentuating her steps to provide the bounce in her ass she was looking for. She returned with the large grayish ring-binder, setting it down on the table in front of him.

She sat back down nearly on his lap, her hip grazing his arm as she settled in next to him. Her left hand went around his waist, holding him as she opened the binder to one of the marked pages.

"This page is for Charles Danielson, who I believe is your great-grandfather."

"Yeah?"

Flipping the pages, she showed him a second, then a third page, further back in the book. "This one is for Charles Danielson II, and this one is for Charles the third. Your grand-dad, and dad."

"What does this... is this what I think it is?"

"That would depend. If you think its proof that all the men named Charles in your family were clients of the brothel, then you'd be correct."

"Noooooooo," he whispered in shock.

"Oh yes," she smirked. "And if you compare how the entries are done with men on other pages, it would appear that at some point, some of them weren't charged anything. From what I can tell by the notations, it seems there was some kind of... well, let's be civil about it and say there was a certain quid pro quo involved."

He moved back and forth between the pages, looking at them, shaking his head the whole time. "This is so hard to believe."

"I know this must be a lot for you to swallow... but I grew up with stories of how things were back then. Men in power looked at the world much differently. Just like drinking during lunch. Sometimes, they came here. It doesn't mean they didn't love their wives. To them it was simply a transaction. And for the girls working here, it was the same. It was sex. And really, who doesn't win when it comes to willing participants having sex? Grandma Bonnie used to say they sold happiness here, and I believed her."

"Mary Ann, I'm at a loss for words."

Her hand went to his thigh, slowly rubbing it back and forth. He flinched at first, but relaxed when he caught her caring smile. "I know, Charles. But there's nothing to be ashamed of. I cherish the memories of Bonnie and Henrietta. In fact, I'm proud to say that they were the favorites among the men in your family."

"What does that mean?"

Patting his thigh, she got up again, retrieving the registry from the table near the door. Swinging by the bookcase to grab a couple more she'd tagged, she met him back and the couch, this time making her contact with his body more obvious.

"There are dozens and dozens of these books like this one, all organized by month and year. One of the house rules was that guests visiting had to sign in. I know that seems a bit unusual given the nature of the business, but Henrietta was a stickler for who she let in the house."

"I don't understand."

"You have to remember in the early years, she lived here too. And she was very selective. She didn't have sex with just anyone. They had to be clean, they had to be decent, and they had to be respectful of the rules. When she went from doing this just herself to actually bringing on other girls and becoming the madam of the house, she upped the protocol. The men had to prove who they were, and sign in every time they showed up."

"That's so hard to believe. I mean, I thought the whole idea of seeing a prostitute was it being anonymous."

"She never looked at herself as a prostitute, Charles. She was a business woman, and it was a transaction. So, she wanted a record of them. Some of that was for security. I remember Grandma Bonnie telling me about a man that roughed up one of the girls one afternoon. The police had him in custody within an hour... and with him signing the book, he was convicted."

"Even though she was doing something illegal?"

"The assault took precedent. Plus, a lot of the local policemen came here too. They took it personally that one of the girls got hurt. But that's one of the reasons why the girls printed their name next to the men they met with, so they could keep track. And they called them meetings. Look... here's what I wanted to show you." She opened the book that had been near the door, turning to a page she'd flagged. "Here's the last entry for Charles Danielson III."

"My dad," he sighed.

"He was particularly fond of a girl that worked here named Heidi; most of the times when he came here, which appeared to be on average about once a month, he met with her. But when I checked the transaction ledger to see when he first came here," she said, pulling out a different book and opening it to the proper place, "he met with Grandma Bonnie!"

"You're kidding. My dad slept with your Grandmother?"

"I think it would be more accurate to say he fucked her," she giggled. He blanched at her bluntness, until her hand returned to his thigh. Pointing at the book, she said, "And look here Charles... there's a little red star next to the date."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"It means your dad lost his virginity in this very house, with my Grandma," she laughed.

"You've GOT to be kidding me."

"Nope. There's a legend in the front of each book telling what the notations mean. The little black star meant it was his first time here. The red one meant it was his first time, period. It's not all that surprising though. My guess is he was probably about 16 or 17 at the time, and according to this book," she said pulling out another one, "his father was very fond of Grandma Bonnie. He met with her almost exclusively. He must have wanted her to take his cherry to give him some confidence."




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 12



"How old would she have been?"

"Does it matter? She was hot right up to the day she died. What mattered was whether she was good at her job; and trust me, she was."

Pulling out one last registry book, she started to open it, but he already guessed what was in it. "So that one will tell me my great-grandfather was fond of Henrietta, right?"

"Exclusively," she nodded. "He was one of her first regulars. They met once a week, although he always paid her. It wasn't until Bonnie got the deal with the bank that the rest of your family started taking the banker's discount. But he never did. From what I can tell, he was one of two people she kept seeing after she stopped working the mattress and became strictly the madam. In fact, she kept seeing him after Bonnie became madam."

Charles swallowed the rest of his wine in a huge gulp, leaning back into the sofa. Her hand crept closer to his obvious bulge.

"Would you like some more wine, Charles?" she asked.

"What the hell. Why not?"

"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. "Let me give you a tour and show you what I want to do with the place."

They spent the next half-hour walking through lower part of the house, Mary Ann giving him a very guided tour. She held his hand almost the entire time, leading him where she wanted, explaining the changes she wanted to make to the structure to make it work as a store. She shared her concepts of what it would look like; how she would decorate it, her descriptions so detailed that he could actually envision it.

"You've really thought this out, Mary Ann. I'm beginning to have a much better feeling about this," he admitted.

"Good," she said as she squeezed his hand. "Come with me. I want to show you the upstairs."

Pulling him toward the steep staircase in the middle of the house, they stopped when he saw the two pictures on the wall.

"Who's that?" he wondered, seeing the incredibly beautiful woman in the old photo.

"That's Henrietta. It was taken in 1955. She was 63 at the time."

"You're kidding! She looks like she's in her early 40s!"

"I've been blessed with incredible genes. I don't mean to brag, but big breasts and great looks run in my family. And apparently we age well. I think a lot of that has to do with having a job you love. This is a picture of Grandma Bonnie. It was taken on the last day the brothel was open in 1969. In fact, she'd just finished meeting with her last man, which happened to be your grandfather. She'd just turned 55."

"Damn. Now I'm starting to understand why they were so popular."

"With the men in your family?" she teased, running a finger along his tie.

"Well, we do seem to all love the same type of women."

"Let me guess... dirty blondes with big tits?" she winked, describing not only her ancestors, but herself as well.

"Yes," he nodded with a grin.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she winked, taking his tie as she turned around, leading him up the stairs by it. "Come with me, sweetie. There's a lot more to see."

With the stairway being so narrow, he had to follow her. Not that he minded. Her perfect heart-shaped ass looked magnificent as she carefully climbed the steps to the second floor.

She showed him the four bedrooms, something he hadn't expected for such a small house. The largest one was now her room, which had been Henrietta's originally. The one next to it had been Bonnie's. The other two had been shared by the four girls that worked there when the home became a brothel. Once the family moved to a different house when Camilla came along, there was more girls working, and more activity, since all the rooms could be used by anyone.

Showing him one of the rooms that looked out over South Street, and the textile factory across from it, she smiled. "This one is my favorite."

"Why's that?"

"For one, it was used more than any other room. Plus I love the view. The factory is right across the street" she said, walking around the bed to the window, staring outside. Pointing, she continued. "The factory had the same windows that the outlet has now, all four stories. The girls would bring the men inside here, and they'd pull down the blind." She did the same, lowering the shade over the panes of glass. "When the blind went back up, it meant they'd finished. I love the idea of the men working across the street knowing what that meant."

Making her way back to him, she lifted the negligee over her head, discarding it onto a chair, leaving her in just the bra and panty set. She put her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. Then she lowered herself, letting her hands run along his stomach, then down his thighs as she squatted in front of him. He stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening; that is until she reached for his belt and started loosening it.

"What are you doing, Mary Ann?"

"I think you already know what's about to happen, Charles."

Looking at his hand, he fumbled with his ring, his thumb spinning it nervously on his finger. "I... I can't. I'm married."

"And so were the rest of the men in your family. Infidelity seems to run in your bloodline as much as banking."

She'd loosened his belt, and began working on the button and zipper, when he offered another protest. "Seriously, Mary Ann. This is nuts. Why are you doing this?"

Her work done, she stood, letting his pants falling around his ankles. She reached out and fondled his thickness through his boxers, pleased that he was already hard.

"I think we both know that as well. But I'll spell it out for you, if you'd like." He could only nod, and as she gripped his shaft more firmly, she ran a finger along his jaw line. "We're about to conclude our meeting. You're going to give me the loan, and the line of credit I need... just like your grandfather did. And I'm going to fuck your brains out in return as a way to say thank you, just like my grandmother."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious."

"Mary Ann -"

"Charles?" she interrupted, batting her eyes at him as flashed a sexy smile.

"Look, I think you're gorgeous -"

"And I've already told you I think you're handsome. That aside lets look at the facts. This is a transaction. I get the money I need. You get to be the man at the bank that made a bold decision. I get to live out a fantasy I've had ever since I moved into this house. Probably before, if I'm honest about it... I want to be one of Henrietta's girls, at least once. And you get to continue a long line of very satisfied customers of the brothel. And let's not forget, you're the only Charles Danielson that's stepped foot inside this house that hasn't had sex with one of the women in my family. All we're really doing is keeping that streak alive."

"Oh, well, when you put it like that," he said sarcastically, yet still not pulling himself away; a fact that she noted.

"You're still here. And you're still hard."

"You're stroking my cock. You're drop-dead gorgeous and you're barely dressed. Of course I'm hard!"

Letting go of his cock, she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, casually tossing it onto the chair with her negligee. She showed no embarrassment whatsoever. The confidence in her actions, combined with the sight of her massive bare breasts swaying in front of him began breaking down his defenses.

She squeezed them together, lifting them up slightly before letting them drop. His eyes followed as they bounced before settling into place. Turning, she pulled down the coverings on the bed, before crawling up onto the sheet and lying on her back.

"Get undressed Charles," she said as she slowly peeled her thong down her toned legs. It too found a place on the chair, her distant toss perfect, as if she'd done that a thousand times before. Spreading her thighs slightly, she let her fingers run through the folds of her pussy, exposing her wetness to him.

"Fuck it!" he snapped as he removed his suit coat. Loosening his tie, he scrambled to unbutton his white dress shirt.

"If IT refers to my pussy, then by all means... fuck it."

There wasn't a great deal of foreplay. Her pussy was soaked by the time he got fully undressed, and his cock was copiously leaking precum. She did take a moment to suck him, sitting up on the edge of the bed while he stood next to it, and that gave her a chance to formally size him up.

"I see your family is known for something big as well," she teased, licking along the length of his shaft. "No wonder Henrietta and Bonnie kept seeing the Danielson men. You have a beautiful cock, Charles."

His hand guided her back over the tip, before stuffing her mouth full. "Thanks," he groaned, his head leaning back.

She sucked him like that for a few minutes, but both of them were ready for more. Eventually she pulled off, flopping onto the thin mattress, her legs still dangling over the edge. Spreading her legs slightly, she looked up at him, his majestic penis bobbing in front of his abdomen.

"How do you want me, Charles?"

"What?"

"It's your money, so to speak. You get to say how you want to spend it. Is there any particular way you'd like to fuck me?"

"I get a choice?"

"You're the consumer, sweetie. Of course you get a choice. So... how do you want me?"

"As many ways as possible," he growled, pouncing on her.

She let out a gleeful squeal as he dragged her further onto the mattress. Grasping his cock, he ran the fat head through the folds of her cunt, spreading them. He even swatted her clit with his thickness a couple of times, making her scream in delight. When he finally sank his length into her, she let out a long wail, her hands grasping around his neck.

"Don't be shy, Charles. Pound me. Fuck me hard."

"Don't mind if I do," he exclaimed, pulling back slowly before firing his hips forward.

The room was once again filled with the sounds of sex, just like it had been countless times in the past. It was everything she'd dreamed it would be, and more. The old metal headboard rammed into the wall. The springs of the frame made a distinctive squeak with each thrust. The floorboards creaked from the way he was hammering her mercilessly. And then there were his grunts, and her whimpers, along with their occasional screams and growls.

It was raw, the way he pumped into her best described as wild and frenzied. Her heavy breasts flopped back and forth, until he grabbed and squeezed them hard. She told him how much she loved the way he was manhandling her, and he pulled her nipples in response, setting off her first orgasm.

"No wonder they loved this," she thought, the women that had lay there before her fresh in her mind, and how she was allowing a man she barely knew to plow her pussy, much like they had experienced. Then again, most of them had regulars, and she could see how they could become somewhat attached. Looking up into Charles' lusty stare, she came to a conclusion. "Especially if they fucked like he's fucking me!"

Tiring, he made them switch places. He got on his back so she could ride on top of him, bouncing up and down on that thick shaft. First she did it facing him, and then after a while she turned around and had her back to him, her hands on his pecs, using his chest as support as she humped him hard and deep.

She came several times, but his staying power was incredible. Finally moving to her hands and knees, he started ramming her from behind, her big breasts swaying violently. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her to him. Then again, she was doing her best to accentuate the collision, using her thighs to thrust backwards into him, their bodies smacking together.

He was dripping with sweat, as was she, their bodies slick and shiny in the dim light coming from the overhead bulb. She leaned forward, her upper torso lay on the old, used mattress, and she found herself inhaling. The aroma was that of musty sex, and that somehow appealed to her. She came again, exploding all over his cock. And she knew he was finally close too.

"CUM FOR ME CHARLES... FILL MY PUSSY!"

"GAWD DAMMIT MARY AAAAANNNNNNN!" he screamed, lurching forward to bury his cock into her as deep as possible.

She felt the warm fluid gushing inside her, his cock pulsing and jerking with such force it made her swoon. She tightened her walls, squeezing at his shaft, milking his cum out of it.

He landed on top of her, his big body pressing her into the springs. She could feel every bump and knot in the old bed, her body squished by his weight. It felt awful and wonderful to her at the same time. She knew her knees were going to be raw, the thin sheet doing nothing to protect her from the worn fabric covering the mattress itself. She didn't care though. It was going to be a long, exciting reminder of the whore she became that day.

It wasn't until his cock started to soften a few minutes later, their breathing finally back to normal, that he pulled out of her. He glanced at her cunt, matted with his cum, her labia splayed open. The lips were red and swollen, and he grinned at the way she looked.

He got up, standing next to the bed, ready to get dressed. She rolled onto her side, their eyes meeting.

"So, was that as bad as you thought it would be?" she asked, teasing him again.

"I never said it was going to be bad. It was incredible. But that doesn't mean I won't be guilt ridden for the rest of my life."

"You know, one of the ways to get over guilt is to accept the fact that the men that came here often did it because they could get things they couldn't get at home."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked as he bent over to pick up his boxers.

"Well, for most of them, they rationalized that their wives weren't going to do the things that one of the girls that worked her would. Instead of ruining their marriage by whining or pressuring their women to do things they weren't comfortable with, they'd use that as the excuse to come here."

"Sounds like a line of bullshit to me," he laughed.

"Maybe... maybe not. But you have to admit, the divorce rate is a lot higher now than it was back there. There might be something to a guy constantly wanting a blowjob and his wife saying that's not something she'd willing to do."

"That's pretty simplistic. There are a lot of reasons for divorce, Mary Ann."

"I'm sure that's true. I was just using that one as an example. Most women suck cock these days. They may not swallow, but they'll suck their man."

"Yeah, well, sucking cock has never been my wife's problem," he replied, almost as if he was griping about it. She was surprised by his sudden change of mood. But he quickly recanted. "I'm sorry Mary Ann. I just don't understand where you're going with this conversation. And as wonderful as what we just did was, this doesn't help the guilt trip I'm going to have later tonight."

"Then maybe you need a different incentive... something else to justify you coming here today."

"Yeah, and just what would that be?"

She pulled at her left butt cheek, exposing her rear hole to him. "You tell me, Charles. Do you ever get to fuck your wife in the ass?"

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"It's a good thing I'm a Vice President, or I'd be fired from coming back to work so late," Charles said as he looked in the mirror of the vanity in the room, straightening his tie.

Mary Ann finally flopped onto her side, having held her position on her knees for him, her ass high in the air the entire time he got dressed. A fresh load of cum had begun leaking from her asshole, dribbling down to mix with the one he'd deposited in her pussy a half-hour before. She'd let him watch her like that the entire time he'd put on his clothes, wanting to give him a lasting memory.

"Yes, it's a damn good thing," she sighed. "I can't imagine someone in lower management fucking me like you just did."

"HA! Well, you inspired me. That was fantastic. I can't believe how tight you were."

"That's because you're so fucking thick, Charles. That's some cock you have there. I bet your wife walks bowlegged all the time."

"You know, let's leave the wife out of this. For whatever reason, I'm feeling much better right now about what we just did. I'd like to keep it that way."

"Was it something I said?" she asked, suddenly worried for the first time that she'd made a mistake. It wasn't 1930, or 1960. And while he had the same name, he may not have been like his ancestors. Perhaps she'd actually ruined his marriage by enticing him the way she had.

And that was the difference. The other Danielson men had apparently approached the women of the brothel first. But she had invited Charles there, and did everything in her power to lead him to where they ended up. Yes, he had a say in it. But she certainly used her charms and pushed all the right buttons.

"Well, let's be honest, it was probably fucking your ass," he laughed. 'That's the kind of thing that changes lives."

His laughter eased some of the tension she felt. But she saw the look in his eyes, and her concerns remained. "You do know this was a one time thing, right?"

He smiled as he looked at her in the mirror. "I feel so grateful that you'd do this even once, Mary Ann. I still have to process what just happened, because it's a little hard to believe. But there's one thing I do know. It's not like I had an affair. I had sex... with a prostitute. It was a simple transaction, just like you said."

She shivered when he called her that. Instantly gone was any guilt she'd begun feeling. It made her fantasy turn into reality. No money was exchanging hands, at least in the traditional sense. But she'd traded her body for a loan, and a line of credit. It was far more than she would have earned for a couple of hours if she were really a working girl in a brothel. 

"So, you're going to be okay with me seducing you like I did?"

Turning, he leaned back onto the vanity, his hands on the edge. "You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, if that's what you're asking."

"It's more like I want to know I didn't ruin your marriage."

"Trust me, my marriage is my problem. Besides, I could have said no. To be honest, knowing that now I'm the same as the rest of the men in my family makes me feel pretty damn special. I've looked up to them. Now, I feel like I have a connection."

"See... justification," she grinned.

"The justification came when you let me fuck your ass. I never would have done that in my life if you wouldn't have offered."

"I didn't offer, sweetie. I sold it to you. You bought that ass... and the rest of me. This wasn't free. I'm expecting you to honor the spirit of what we talked about."

"I'll have the papers ready this afternoon," he grinned.

"That's my Vice President," she teased.

"I'm always here to serve my clients."

"And serve you did! Toss me my clothes, will you?" He did, and she made him watch her get dressed. When she put on the negligee, she got up and walked around the bed, opening the blind. "There we go. Open for business again," she laughed.

"Funny. I thought you weren't going to make a habit of this."

"Oh, I'm not. But today I love the thought of it. I feel closer to my family now too," she shrugged. Plopping down on the bed, she nodded toward the vanity he was leaning against. "Top drawer... there's a camera."

He opened it, stunned that she wanted him to pull it out. "What's this for?" he asked.

"It takes pictures."

"I know that," he chuckled.

"I want one of me just like Henrietta and Bonnie... on a mattress after fucking on the job for the last time," she grinned.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Downstairs, Mary Ann gave Charles a lingering hug by the front door. "Thanks for believing in me," she said with a smile.

He reluctantly let go. Leaning back, he took hold her shoulders with his strong hands to peer deep into her sparkling green eyes.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 13



I cannot express how thankful I am for my friend Annanova, who willfully and happily took on the daunting task of editing for me once again. Some might say it was 'insistfully', but she'd be the first to tell you that's not even a word, which is one of the many reasons why her insights are so welcome. Sometimes I have to remember that an extra set of eyes is a good thing. That they're sexy and green is an added bonus! Thanks again Anna.

To the rest of my readers, I hope you enjoy this latest chapter!

© 2015, All rights reserved - Mimaster

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The phone startled her to the point that she didn't start walking across the room to answer it until the third ring.

"Who would be calling at this time of the morning," she said to herself, her elegant blue dress flowing as she walked briskly. She set down the sponge on the counter, taking off one of the thick yellow rubber gloves she was wearing. Picking up the receiver, she nestled it between her cheek and shoulder so she could remove the other glove.

"Hello?" she answered in her polite southern accent. "Yes. This is Carol."

"Hi Carol... this is Beth. Beth Edwards."

"Ha... I know who you are Beth. You don't need to formally introduce yourself."

"Well, it's been a long time since we talked. I wasn't sure you'd know it was me."

Carol felt bad. Her friendship with Beth had kind of fallen to the wayside, the result of a disagreement the two had had. She never intended it to reach the point where they'd stop talking altogether, but that was more in Beth's control than hers. She'd let things settle, thinking the other woman would come around. But she never did, until now, almost two years later.

"Of course I know it's you. What's up?"

"I'm sorry to be calling so early on a Sunday. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

Carol turned to look at her pristine kitchen, a smile coming to her face. "No, I was just finishing up my Sunday cleaning," she said as she walked into the entertainment room to sit on the couch. She crossed her legs, loving how feminine she felt in her dress.

It was something she did every Sunday, an homage to her mother, who always wore a dress, even when she cleaned. Carol had taken to doing that as well, dressing up on Sunday mornings. She even did her housework dressed like that, loving the domestic goddess she would become, as if she were allowing herself a luxury.

Dangling her high heel on her foot as she slowly rocked her leg up and down, she settled into the conversation. "It's good to hear your voice, Beth."

"Uh, it's good to hear yours too," she answered nervously.

"What's going on... are you okay?"

"Well, not really. It's been a rough time. And I was wondering..."

Carol sat up, concerned about the tone of Beth's voice. They hadn't talked in forever, but they had once been rather close. Close enough that she knew something was wrong. The fact that her old friend didn't have the words to finish her sentence had her worried.

"Talk to me, Beth. Tell me what's going on."

"It's Tyler," she replied, referring to her husband.

"What about him? Is he okay?"

"We're... we're fighting again."

"Again? You're going to have to be more specific... we haven't talked in a long time. I have no idea what's going on in your life right now."

"That's my fault. All of this is my fault," she replied, and she started crying.

"What's your fault? What are you talking about?"

"You and me... me and Tyler. Everything."

Carol wondered if she should drive over to meet with her. It was obvious something was terribly wrong, but trying to find out over the phone was proving difficult. Yes, she and Beth had had a falling out of sorts, but she never stopped loving her as a friend. It was something that happened, and she left the ball in her court as to whether their friendship would continue. Since she hadn't called in such a long time, she assumed it was over. But hearing her in despair, she couldn't help but have compassion for her.

"Do you want me to come over?" she asked, feeling she needed to make the first step in showing there were no hard feelings on her part.

"No... God no! That'll only make things worse," she sniffed.

"Beth Edwards... what in the hell is going on?"

"I... I really don't know how to ask you this, Carol. There's no polite way to say it."

"Screw being polite. Just come out with it already."

"Fine," she replied quietly. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I want to know if you'd invite us to your party this year."

"What?"

"Your Super Bowl party. I want... I need us to be invited."

"You need it?"

"For the sake of my marriage... yes."

"From the beginning, Beth. Tell me what's going on between you and Tyler."

Beth told her how her marriage had been rocky since she'd pitched a fit after the first Super Bowl party Carol held. The fit had to do with several of the girls stripping during the game. Tyler saw it as harmless fun, while she had seen it as lewd and immoral behavior that she didn't want to be exposed to.

Everything was fine until the next year, when they weren't invited because Carol wouldn't guarantee there wouldn't be any repeat performances. For her part, Carol felt that no one had done anything wrong. It was her house, it was an adult-only affair, and she wanted to have a good time. She saw it as her party, and she wasn't going to limit the fun just because some people were offended.

Tyler was devastated when he found out they'd essentially been blacklisted. He had a lot of friends that had gone the year before, and he was looking forward to it. Beth was upset as well, but more that she'd been singled out along with another woman named Cindy as the only two that were opposed to what had happened. Tyler labeled his wife as a prude, and started to question their relationship.

Beth told her that things had calmed down during the summer months, and she thought everything had been resolved. But the tension between them returned as the football season started, only she didn't understand the correlation. It was subtle at first, but she soon realized that as week after week went by, they weren't talking like they had. And worse than that, they weren't having sex. Whenever she tried, he brushed it off, saying he wasn't interested.

Things came to a head when the playoffs started. His favorite team, the local Redskins were in the playoffs, but they didn't play the first weekend because they'd earned a bye. So, she tried to seduce him during the games that were being played, but he was having none of it. Frustrated, she finally confronted him about his lack of sex drive, and the feelings she was having about it.

"That's when he told me it wasn't that he didn't want to have sex. But he basically said he wasn't going to have sex with me until the season was over."

"I don't understand, Beth. What is he really upset about?"

"Basically, it comes down to the fact that I'm a prude. That's his word... not mine."

"Well what would you call it?"

"Does it really matter? Stuffy, straight-laced, snobbish, prim and proper... ice princess? Whatever you want to call it, my marriage is in trouble because I was... well, I was prudish about your party. There's no denying that."

"Well why were you? Was what we did that big a deal?"

"Not really. I guess I acted that way because that's how I thought I was supposed to act. I was raised in a very conservative home, by ridiculously strict parents. The mere idea of a woman doing something like what you did was so taboo my mother would have had a stroke."

"And that makes me a bad person?"

"No... it makes me narrow-minded, Carol. This isn't about what you and the other girls did. This is about how I reacted to it."

"Okay, so what do you want from me?"

"In some ways, I'm hoping for acceptance. I've had a lot of time to think about how I acted... about what I said. And I've had a lot of time to deal with the regret. I'm tired of feeling this way."

"Beth, I've never said anything to you about any of this. All I did -"

"All you did was keep me from ruining your party. I totally understand that. I had no right to say the things I did. If I didn't like it, all I had to do was say we weren't coming next time. I didn't have to make such a scene about it."

"You didn't make a scene," she scoffed.

"Maybe not. But I certainly acted like I was better; like I would never do something so... I don't know. Naughty, I guess. And that bothers Tyler. He as much as said he doesn't want to be with someone that's so rigid they're scared to have a good time, let alone explore anything new."

"He said that?"

"Pretty much, although he didn't really have to. Like I said, I've had a lot of time to think, especially since the playoffs started. And I've come to the conclusion that I either let go some of things that I found distasteful, or I lose my marriage."

"Beth, do you honestly think Tyler would divorce over something so silly? He loves you."

"Did you hear what I said? We haven't... you know... had sex for months. I don't want to take that chance, Carol. I don't want to be the kind of wife whose husband starts looking elsewhere for it because she's too close-minded to try something new. I want to be sexy. I want to turn him on. And right now, no matter what I do, he sees me as the woman who can't loosen up and have a good time."

"Okay, so what is it exactly that you want from me?"

"I know this is crass, especially after the stink I made, but I'd really like to be invited to the party. I think that will go a long way to bringing Tyler back to me. With the 'Skins being in the game, he's going to want to be with his friends. He's going to blame me for ruining his day more than he did last year. I'm the one standing in the way of him being with his friends and having a good time when his team plays in the Super Bowl."

Carol got her point. The Redskins had won the NFC Championship the previous Sunday. Almost everyone attending was going to be rooting for them because it was truly the home area team. This went beyond just an NFC allegiance. The game was going to be special, and she knew Tyler would want to be a part of it. Hell, Barry would want him there. But she wasn't budging on her party, and what might happen.

"I'm not going to change the party, Beth. You have to understand that."

"I do, Carol. I'm not asking you to change anything. I'm only asking that you let us be a part of it this year."

"There's going to be drinking."

"I know."

"There's probably going to be some of us that are really tipsy... maybe even drunk."

"I know."

"There's going to be a few totally nude women this year. We were one score away from it the last two years... it's bound to happen."

"I know, Carol. I know."

"There might even be some sex," she added.

Beth was silent for a little bit, before finally stammering, "W... what?"

"One of the girls I invited last year to round out the party -"

"My replacement?" she laughed, trying to lighten her own mood.

"Yes. Her name is Olivia. We went to college together, and she's a huge Giants fan. When they won, she gave her husband a blowjob at the end of the party."

"Oh... well, I guess that's not so bad," she said, unsure if she believed it.

"And then... she gave one to Alphonso because he won the big pool."

"Oh. Wait... what pool? The one outside?" she asked, suddenly confused.

Laughing, she said, "Not the swimming pool, Beth. He won the gambling pool. We played a game called 'Squares'. It was a big hit so we're going to play it again this year. And if things evolve like they have been, I wouldn't be surprised if things go even farther this year. I'm not going to let turn into all-out sex... I don't want an orgy going on. But if people want to have a little fun like that, I'm not saying no. Hell, I hope I'll be participating. I'm turned on already just thinking about the possibilities."

Beth was silent again, but then she said, "I understand. I still hope you'll think about inviting us. I'd do anything for Tyler to be able to be there."

"Beth, did you hear me? Drinking... nudity... the real possibility of some kind of oral sex?"

"I heard you, Carol, loud and clear. And I meant what I said. It's the Redskins. It's my husband. It's my marriage. I'd do anything so Tyler could be there. Just tell me what it is, and I'll do it."

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Ann returned to the house, excited by the mail. It was rare that something came that made her so happy. Usually it was just bills and junk mail. But amongst the pile of the usual crap was an envelope she'd been looking forward to for over a week.

Walking through the front door, she opened it, smiling as she read the card it held inside.

"NEIL! WE GOT THE INVITE!" she yelled gleefully.

"You knew it was going to come," he called back from the bedroom. "I don't know why you've been worried about it."

"I wasn't worried," she said as she walked into the room, seeing him lying in the bed as he watched television. "I'm just excited. Aren't you? Your team is playing."

"Of course I'm excited. But I told you last week that Carol and Barry were having the party again this year."

"I know, I know. It's just that it's official now."

The invitation was inevitable. Carol had told Neil at work the week before that she was going to host the party, their third annual Super Bowl bash. But Ann was right. It did seem more official now that they'd received the invite. It also seemed odd that she'd waited so long to send them out. That was unlike her, but that was explained in the invitation itself.

She'd handwritten the notes, for one, making them more personal. And she'd spelled out the rules of the party once again, stipulating that there would be no kids allowed, and only couples of some sort had been invited. Any guests would be serious boyfriends and girlfriends, couples living together, or those that were married, with the vast majority of them being in the latter category.

She also was more specific about what might happen at the party; actually referencing the return of the Super Bowl Sluts, and that there would definitely be nudity at some point during the party. She also alluded to the sex that had happened at the end of the party the previous year, saying that while it wasn't planned, it had set a precedent, and while she still was decreeing there would not be an all out orgy, she wasn't going to rule out the possibility of sexual things happening again. She even joked, saying that they weren't called the Super Bowl Sluts for nothing.

When Neil read it, he laughed. "Wow, Ann... it sounds like Carol is pimping you out."

"What?" What do you mean?" she said as she took the invitation from him and read it again.

"She says that she's not ruling out some kind of sex happening, and then she says you're called a slut for a reason. If last year is any indication, it sounds to me like you're going to be sucking some cock at the party, and it may not be mine."

"I know. I kidded about it last year when we left. I even told you I was practicing when I sucked you off on the way home."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. So she is pimping you out."

Arching her eyebrow, her mouth morphed into a wicked grin. "Would you have a problem with that?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Would you have a problem if someone besides you sucked mine?" he asked.

"I never have before," she chuckled.

"Right. Silly question."

"But mine wasn't. It says here that she's not going to let it devolve into an orgy, so I'm pretty sure she's only thinking along the lines of oral sex, but if I'm one of the sluts, I suppose I could end up sucking any guy there. Would that bother you?"

The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. She was excited, but she was also deferring to him. What he thought and how he felt meant everything to her. And that meant everything to him. She wanted to be a part of whatever might happen at the party. She actually took pride in being considered one of the four official 'sluts' of the party. And while she wasn't going to do anything he didn't approve of, he wasn't going to take away something she was looking forward to. The truth was that he was proud of her being one of the sluts too.

"I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't do it," he admitted.

She got goose bumps, her voice cracking. "God I love you!"

"I love you too, Anna. But I really think it's a bit of a stretch to think we're going to go from that victory blowjob Olivia gave Ben, to all of you doing it. That seemed pretty isolated to me. After all, he is her husband."

"You're forgetting about the one she gave Alphonso."

"Oh...yeah. You're right," he nodded, recalling how the party really ended. "Still, don't you think that was all just from the euphoria of her team winning the game?"

"Of course it was. But that was just the Giants. Imagine the way the room is going to want to celebrate if the Redskins win," she grinned.

"Wow. Well, you have a point there."

She crawled sexily across the bed, pulling back the covers. Eyeing his semi-hard cock, she took it in her hand, licking her lips in anticipation. "You're probably right, Neil, and nothing's going to happen. But maybe I better start practicing again, just in case," she giggled, leaning down to take the head into her wet, warm mouth.

"I'm not sure why you're bothering," he teased. "If I remember right, you said you wanted to be the first slut to eat a pussy at the party."

"I'm not worried there... I've had plenty of practice doing that this year," she winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was lying on the bed, watching Ann get ready for the party. She was in front of the mirror of her dresser, which was unusual. She almost always did her makeup and accessorizing in front of the bathroom mirror, but he knew she was doing it for him this time. Then again, she seemed to be in some kind of trance, just standing there for the longest time.

He loved watching her, studying her sexy naked body from behind. She'd taken a shower, and she'd dried her hair. And she had done some of her makeup already, transforming her eyes into that sultry, smoky look that turned him on so much. But now she was just standing there, staring at herself.

Not that he was complaining. He was an unabashed ass man, and hers was perfect; the heart shape making his pulse race. Her legs were slightly parted, offering just a glimpse of the heaven that was between them. Yet he was busy ogling her dimples, those two sexy indentations on the small of her back just above that shapely ass.

It was as if they were staring back at him. They drew him in, capturing his imagination. He began daydreaming about how they looked when she walked in a bikini or a backless dress, moving in time as she swayed her hips seductively. He smiled as he thought of how they looked when she was lying on her side, the gentle curve of her body sloping from her hips to her slender waist. He became aroused thinking of when he fucked her from behind, loving how they moved whenever she arched her back in the middle of one of her intense climaxes. He chuckled when he thought of how he'd use them as targets during those rare times when he'd pull out and shoot his load all over her sexy tanned skin.

"What's so funny?" she asked, his quiet laughter snapping her out of the spell she'd seemingly been cast under.

"Oh, nothing. I was just passing time, watching you," he smiled.

"And that's funny how?"

"Not funny... sexy. I was admiring your dimples."

"Dimples? I don't have dimples."

"Sure you do," he said, rising to stand behind her. He reached down, his hands moving up her sides, his thumbs moving in to touch the alluring spots on her body.

"Oh... those dimples," she giggled, her eyes glancing at him over her soft shoulder.




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 13



"Yeeesss. These," he moaned, dropping to his knees, kissing them, his tongue dancing on her skin.

"Baby, we need to get going," she cautioned.

"I'm dressed... you're the one who's not."

His hand ran up her inner thigh, his index finger touching her labia. "Oh, God," she whimpered, her feet spreading as if by instinct, going against what her brain was telling her to do, which was resist. She didn't want to be late, but the light stroke of his fingertip was making her lips part just like her legs had, inviting him to penetrate her wet pussy.

His other hand reached around her body, slowly running his fingers through her landing strip. He'd been surprised that she'd changed the color a few weeks before; originally going from the blonde she'd been sporting for a few years, to her natural brown. She'd told him she wanted a different look, but he figured it had to do with the character she'd been playing; the bored housewife looking for action on the side.

Shortly after that, she dyed it jet black, the dark color contrasting with her tan much like the blonde had, but differently. If the blonde made her look hot, the black gave her more of an exotic look, and he liked the variance. Actually, he loved the idea that she wasn't afraid to change, and the surprise that she might do something different was a turn on to him.

Toying with the soft strip, he reached further with his other hand, his finger grazing against her clit. She sucked in her breath, holding it, mumbling as she waited for him to do whatever he was going to do to her. She found herself bending forward, grasping the edge of the dresser, her thighs slightly trembling as she felt the desire rising inside her chest.

"Oh... Neil," she panted, her eyes closing as she gently rolled her hips, hoping to force his finger inside her slit.

He wanted to. Actually, he wanted to do so much more. But he knew they would be late if he continued. Pulling his hands back, he squeezed her ass before getting up and leaning against the toy chest.

"AAHHH... Why'd you stop," she whined as she turned around, her eyes desperate for him to continue.

"We have to go. What's taking you so long to get dressed?"

"You tease," she said in a scolding tone, her smile a contradiction to her words. She wasn't upset. In fact, she knew exactly what he'd done. "You want me to go to the party turned on, don't you?"

"You've been that way all week," he grinned.

"But you wanted to stoke the fire."

"Maybe," he shrugged playfully. "So... what's taking so long?"

"I'm trying to figure out how much to wear. I don't want to wear too little... I want it to be fun. But, I also don't want to wear so much that I never get naked. What if they don't score?"

"Babe, the Redskins are the best team in the league this year. In fact, they're the highest scoring team, and I personally think Buffalo's defense is soft. Scoring isn't going to be a problem."

"Well, you never know. No one has gotten totally naked at one of these parties yet."

"There've only been two of them, Ann."

"I know. But if there's going to be a first time, don't you think this should be the game?" she asked as she bent over to give him a wet, sloppy kiss.

"I'm okay with it if you are."

"I've got an idea... let me make a quick phone call!"

She ran down the hall, forgetting there was a phone in the bedroom. When she returned five minutes later, she was noticeably excited, but she acted nonchalant as she returned to her place in front of the mirror. She applied some rouge to her cheeks, taking the time to do her nipples as well. He wasn't sure if that was for him, or if it was something she did often, but it got a rise out of him.

Yet that wasn't what really had him curious. "So who did you call?"

"Carol."

"What for?"

"I needed a number. We settled on four. She's calling Olivia and Martina to let them know."

"Four... what?"

"Articles of clothing, silly."

He nodded, getting what she meant. "So you all are wearing four things to strip out of!"

"Yeah. I wasn't happy at first... I wanted three because I didn't want to wear a bra, but I'll work around that," she winked as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. "The big thing is she agreed we're going to drink shots and strip on any NFC score. Field goals and safeties count too, so that makes me feel better."

"And that's good news?" he laughed.

"It is, unless you don't want me being a Super Bowl Slut this year, baby. Do you?"

Glancing down at the bulge in his jeans, he shook his head. "Doesn't matter what I think. My cock's thinking for me again today."

"That's why I love your cock! Now... be a dear and go in the other room while I finish getting ready. I want you to be surprised just like everyone else."

He closed the door behind him, settling into his favorite chair to watch some of the pregame activities on the network carrying the game. But he couldn't help but think about Ann in the bedroom, doing a pregame activity of her own.

"I wonder what she meant about working around it?" he asked himself, wondering about her having to wear a bra when she didn't want to.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I've actually got butterflies," Ann said as they made their way up the sidewalk to the front door of Carol's house.

Neil was surprised by her revelation. She'd already been semi-nude in front of most of the people there, if not all of them. And she'd been looking forward to the party for weeks, the anticipation of having a little naughty fun making her hornier than usual. Still, she was visibly nervous, and that seemed odd to him.

"Really...why?" he asked.

She saw the look in his eyes, shaking her head. "It's not what you think. I just want the Redskins to win for you, and I'm anxious about the game. I feel like my Niners are playing today."

Using the large knocker against the door, they waited and he gave her a quick kiss. "Thanks babe. I love how you support my teams."

"You support mine. Why wouldn't I do the same for you?"

"You would, but I still love you for it."

"I love you too, baby. And thanks for letting me play today," she said, kissing him again.

The door opened, surprising both of them. Not the opening part; they'd expected that. After all, they had knocked. They were surprised by the stunning long-haired brunette who was answering the door, because it wasn't Carol.

"Welcome to Barry and Carol's Super Bowl party."

"B... Beth. It's Beth, right?" Ann said, thinking she recognized the woman standing in front of them in a very revealing costume.

It was probably as cliché as it could get, but she was dressed for the game... as an erotic dream of an Indian maiden. With the Redskins playing in the big game, it somehow made sense, but it was still an interesting outfit. Ann focused in on the headdress, consisting of decorative leather band, and a single golden feather sticking up behind her head. She had burgundy and gold stripes on her cheeks; war paint in the team colors, giving her a very sexy look. Her hair was braided into a long ponytail, making the look even more authentic in some way.

Neil had honed in on her impressive chest, practically spilling out from behind the tight tan leather vest she was wearing. It came down just past the bottom of her breasts, with fringe hanging below that, offering glimpses of her bare stomach. Her matching skirt didn't have the fringe, but it was rather short, coming to just above mid-thigh.

She had other little trinkets on to complete her look; a leather band with a smaller feather dangling from it was tied around her right bicep, and another band that had some kind of jewelry attached decorated her left ankle. She was also wearing a tasteful silver necklace that had a turquoise arrowhead. And to top it off... she was standing barefoot on the hardwood floor.

Beth nodded and said, "You remembered, Ann. Thanks. Welcome Neil."

He had to tear his eyes away from her cleavage to say hello, a smirk on his face. "Don't mind him, Beth," she said as she laughed at her husband. "He can't help but stare at a pretty woman."

"Well... thank you," she replied bashfully.

"I see you're dressed for the occasion. That's a hot outfit."

"It's not exactly in my comfort zone, but I think that was the point."

"Huh?" Neil grunted, shaking his head.

"Yeah... what do you mean by that?" Ann asked.

"This is part of my penance," she smiled. "I agreed to wear this, and to be the party hostess this year so we would be allowed to come back. Basically, I'm doing this for Tyler. I didn't want him to miss the party again this year because of me."

"So, you're just wearing that because... Carol's making you?"

"I wouldn't say she's making me. I told her that I'd do whatever she wanted if she let us come back. This was one her stipulations. And like I said, I agreed to it. Can I take your coats?"

"Wow, this is a tough ticket," he chuckled as he took his off and handed it to her.

Beth nodded as she helped Ann with hers, and said, "You have no idea. But for me, it's worth it. Tyler was ecstatic when I told him we'd been invited to come back. He's a huge Skins fan."

"I think most of us are," he replied. "It's going to be a memorable night."

"I'm counting on that!" Ann giggled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What do you mean you're not?" Ann said; stunned by what she'd just heard.

Martina shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I just can't bring myself to do it. We're rivals."

The four women that had participated in the naughty festivities the year before were having a group meeting. They'd huddled together before the other guests arrived, making sure they had an idea of what they were agreeing to do for the third annual event. 

Ann was beside herself when she learned Martina was, in effect, backing out. "What does that have to do with anything? We all agreed last year that we'd root for the NFC team, no matter what."

"It's not like I'm going to root for Buffalo, but I can't root for the Redskins... I'm a Cowboys fan. I always have been."

"So you're really not going to do it?" Olivia asked, feeling let down just like Ann was.

"Look, I'm not going to pitch a fit if the Skins win. But rooting for them... I can't bring myself to do that. It's the principle of the thing. I'll still be here, and have a good time. I'm just not going to be a part of our little group this one year. I hope you all understand. My heart wouldn't be in it, and I don't want to be faking in front of all the guests. That's not who I am, or what this is about."

"It's not going to be the same without you," Olivia pouted.

"I'm not dead. I'm just not going to be one of the girls this year."

"Sluts," Carol corrected with a laugh. "After all, it was you that came up with the name 'Super Bowl Sluts'."

"Actually, that was Ann. I'm just the one that said it out loud in front everyone the first time."

"Okay, but you were the first one to ever take something off. You're one of our founders."

"I know. Alphonso was very quick to point all that out," she said dejectedly.

Carol's eyebrow arched, her hand reaching out to touch Martina's arm. "Wait... a... minute! This is about Al, isn't it? He doesn't want you doing this, does he?"

"Actually, you couldn't be further from the truth," she sighed.

"Well what is it then?"

"It's not that he doesn't want me to do it, because that would mean he wouldn't be able to get what he got at the end of the game last year," she said, winking at Olivia, who had given him a celebratory blowjob for winning the final pool. "It has more to do with the fact that he's a Skins fan, and I'm a Cowboys fan, and he's been rubbing in the fact that if I do this, I'd be rooting for my rival. He wants me to do that. But he's right... it would be hypocritical of me, because of things I've said to him in the past. So, I'm bowing out on principle."

"Well that certainly explains the outfit," Ann said, looking at how her friend was dressed, wearing a pair of tight jeans, a turtleneck, and a fashionable jacket over them. "Those aren't exactly easy to peel off."

"All part of the plan not to get caught up in the moment. I have a pretty good feeling I'll regret this choice before the night is over," she laughed. "The things I do for my team."

"Maybe your team should have played better and they'd be in the game," Olivia teased.

"There's always next year," she said with a resigned sigh.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The guests had all arrived at least an hour before kickoff. It was pretty much the same cast of crazies that had enjoyed the party the previous year, although there was one couple that had to bow out because they'd moved to Tennessee over the summer. It was that opening that helped lead to the noticeable return of Tyler and Beth.

Carol knew everyone else would likely come back. She'd gone out of her way to have a group talk at the end of the party the year before, wanting to make sure they were comfortable with how things had played out, hoping to head off any issues. She'd specifically stated that she didn't want to lose any friends over it, but she also wasn't going to change the feel of the party. And all the couples had agreed that they loved things as they happened and they'd had a great time.

Still, it was possible that someone might have regrets about it later. After all, that was exactly what had happened with Cindy and Beth after the first party. So to confirm that things were still good, Carol took the extra step of calling every couple that had attended the second year during the summer. She wanted to make sure they hadn't changed their mind, and that they were indeed comfortable with how the event was sort of evolving. Still getting nothing but positive feedback, she put it out of her mind. She hadn't really given the party a second thought, until Beth reached out to her.

Carol couldn't have been happier that she and Beth were friends once more. They'd talked every day since that first phone call, catching up on all the things that had happened to each of them during that time. Carol's news was a lot happier than Beth's had been, what with her relationship with Barry growing more solid. He still hadn't moved in with her, but he might as well have. He spent more nights at her place than not. But they were still just boyfriend and girlfriend, and that was fine with both of them for the time being. They were in love, and their sex life was magical.

Beth had recounted the troubles her marriage had been through since they'd been uninvited the year before, most notably talking about the last few months. He'd been acting childish, barely spoken to her on the weekends since early September when the football season started. She knew he was making a statement and that he still loved her. It hurt just the same.

But things had changed so much for her in the week since she'd called. Yes, it had only been a week, but she and her husband had connected more in that time than they had in the previous six months combined. And that change came about when she showed him the invitation she'd gotten in the mail on Tuesday. She ended up telling him what she'd done, and what she'd agreed to do at the party in order for them to be invited.

He became so excited that he ripped down her pants and bent her over a chair, fucking her in the kitchen with most of her clothes still on. That was before he removed her pants forcefully and put her up on a table to finish her there. It was the most outrageous sex she'd ever had, and it was a turning point, as it left her wanting more. After Tyler had finished with her and left the room, she called Carol, and had been on the phone with her every day since to brag about the latest sexual encounter.

At last, there she was in her outrageously sexy costume, walking around the room with a silver tray, handing out drinks and hors d'oeuvres to the party guests. It was odd, and yet it seemed wildly appropriate. It wasn't what she expected, but she loved the attention she was suddenly getting. The sexual innuendo she received during the conversations was new to her, and she found it exhilarating. While she hated to admit it, the blatant stares directed her way were turning her on.

She'd never allowed herself to be the object of anyone's desire before, and she found it all to be strangely erotic. It was new, and electrifying. When she saw the four self-professed Super Bowl Sluts talking before the party, her mind hadn't really changed. She still felt it was such a tawdry, crude way to behave in public. The idea of stripping in front of everyone was bad enough, yet it had progressed to them actually doing sexual things as well. Beth couldn't wrap her head around that concept at the time.

Being at the party after a year away, she was second guessing that reaction. In fact, she was second-guessing all of the thoughts she'd had of women like that over the years.

"Was I really that wrong about what they did?" she asked herself, feeling the lewd stares of two horny men following her along as she walked past them toward the kitchen. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave them a playful wink, something that was so out of character for her it was ridiculous.

When she was out of view, she nearly fainted from the rush it gave her. "This must be how they feel when they do it," she sighed, her back leaning against a wall for a moment. Feeling the wetness dampening her panties, a shiver ran through her body. "I'm not sure I'm going to make it though this game."

And that game was about to begin. Barry had finished with all the squares, the big white sheet of paper in its place on the easel in the corner of the room. He'd collected the money, keeping the pot at the same thousand dollars as the last party, with payouts for each quarter, increasing by a hundred dollars for each one. In truth, no one was really thinking about the betting game. They weren't even thinking about the girls and what they might do. Most of the room was nervous, thinking about their favorite team being in the big game, hoping they would win, and win big.

"I still can't believe they're playing this in Minneapolis," he said as he shook his head.

"Be thankful they're playing in a dome," Phil chortled.

"Good point... but it still seems odd. Playing inside, it just doesn't seem right."

Neil looked at him like he was nuts. "What are you talking about? They've had it inside something like five times."

"They have?"

"Well it was in the Superdome at least four times, I think. And they had it in Detroit once."

"That's right!" Ann jumped in. Bragging about her favorite team and player, she happily added, "Montana won his first in the Silverdome!"

"Okay, okay. I get it," Barry laughed. "I'm full of shit."

"It's okay Barry. Any time you give me a chance to bring up the 49ers, I'm happy to do it," she smiled.

"Yeah, well... hopefully it will be MY team winning today... in a dome," he chuckled.

"And you'll still be one Super Bowl behind mine," she teased.

"That's okay. I'll take what I can get. I can't wait for the game to start."

Apparently, neither could the Buffalo kicker. Everyone in the room cheered when he kicked off to start the game, only to wonder why the referee was blowing his whistle and smiling. The announcers weren't sure at first either, but they finally figured out the whistle hadn't been blown to start play. They eventually showed a close up of the referee laughing and saying 'Murphy's law,' to one of the kick returners for the Redskins.

It turned out the ref wasn't the only person not ready to start the game. Washington got the ball and was forced to punt after three plays. But when the Buffalo offense took the field, there was a noticeable absence. Their star running back was nowhere to be found.

Barry was the first to notice when at the snap of the ball, they handed off to the back up. "Hey! Thurman's not in the game!"




Ann: The Married Years Ch. 13



The camera flashed to the sideline, finding the starter and several others looking around. It was then that the play-by-play announcer informed the TV audience that he'd misplaced his helmet.

"CLASSIC," Alphonso yelled over the laughing group gathered around the big screen.

"How the fuck do you lose your helmet? It's only the biggest game of the season!" Neil exclaimed, shaking his head.

To which Barry replied, "I'm telling you, it's because they're in a dome! If they were playing outside in Minnesota, he would have been wearing all along it to keep his head warm!"

The helmet was found, and he entered on third down. But by then, it was a passing situation. Obviously out of sorts because of the wardrobe malfunction, he missed a block that caused the quarterback to be sacked for a loss. They were forced to punt, and the Skins took over on their own eleven-yard line starting a long drive.

"Man, Mark's picking them apart," Tyler said excitedly after the quarterback completed his fourth pass of over twelve yards, this one going for thirty-one, giving them a first and goal on the two. And after two attempts to run it in, they threw once more. 

"TOUCHDOWN!" several people yelled, the room erupting like they were at the game.

True to her word, Martina stood idly by as Ann, Carol and Olivia each downed a shot of Jack Daniels. Nodding at each other, they headed to the middle of the living room, directly in front of the television. Unlike the previous two parties, they weren't going to wait until the second half to start the fun. They'd learned their lesson with the low scoring game the year before. Agreeing beforehand they would start with the very first score of the game for the NFC team, they all removed their blouses at the same time, to the delight of the celebrating mob.

"HEY... NO FAIR!" Carol laughed, pointing at Ann.

"You said I had to wear a bra... you never said what kind," she winked as she jumped up and down, her boobs bouncing with her.

She had followed the spirit of Carol's wardrobe request, but it wasn't a surprise to Neil that she'd interpreted it in her own naughty way. While the other girls were wearing full, albeit very sexy bras, she had donned a lacy half bra, her bare tits framed beautifully, lifted up for the full view of everyone.

The burgundy color was chosen no doubt for the team she was rooting for, and that wasn't lost on her husband. Neither was the gold nipple chain dangling provocatively between her breasts, the little nooses adjusted tightly to her hard nubs, making them look even bigger.

"Love your chain," Martina grinned.

"Love your tits," Tyler added, a comment that made its way to his wife's ears.

While Beth wasn't necessarily jealous, she did feel a bit put off that all eyes were suddenly on Ann when they'd been on her before. It was an unfamiliar feeling. She'd loved the attention, and now it was gone. That her own husband was busy leering at the sexy brown-haired beauty only fueled the sudden desire she was feeling to be looked at that way, not only by him, but by the rest of the room. Still she said nothing, passing out another beer while she made her way back to the kitchen.

"Thanks," Ann winked at Tyler before turning to watch the extra point, only to have the euphoria in the room suddenly come to a screeching halt. "What's going on?" she asked Neil.

"They're reviewing the play," he said, bewildered at what was happening.

For the first time in a Super Bowl, they were using instant replay to review an important play. The receiver had caught the ball and everyone celebrated. But it appeared one of his feet might have landed out of bounds.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Barry yelled when the touchdown was overturned.

"It was the right call, Barry," Neil said calmly, seeing the replay on the screen clearly showing that the receiver's shoe barely landed on the line.

"That doesn't mean I have to like it," he grumbled.

Things went from bad to worse when the holder fumbled the snap on the ensuing field goal attempt. Instead of a touchdown, or even a field goal, the Skins ended up with no points to show for a drive that went from their own eleven all the way to the Bills' two-yard line.

"THIS SUCKS!" Barry yelled, the nerves of the game already starting to get to him.

"Relax," Neil said as he patted him on the back. "They're still going to win. Have a little faith, will ya?"

Ann looked at the scoreless tie showing on the scoreboard and shrugged, being philosophical about what had just transpired. "Well, since I can't un-drink that shot of Jack, I'm not putting my shirt back on."

That gesture picked up the spirit of the room, as did the interception the Buffalo quarterback threw on the very first play after getting the ball because of the failed field goal attempt.

"See," Neil smiled, thinking things were finally back in balance.

But he too was premature. The comedy of errors continued when a Washington pass on the third play of their next possession was tipped, and it too was intercepted, giving Buffalo the ball on their own eleven.

"Wow," Alphonso shook his head. "That's just... WOW!"

Tension in the room began to rise as the Bills took possession and started moving it down the field. They made two first downs and seemed to have finally established a rhythm, moving the ball all the way to mid-field. But an ill-conceived play call put them in third and long; the receiver running on a reverse and fumbling the ball out of bounds. When they ended up punting, the Redskins got the ball back, but the first quarter was almost over.

"Who had zero-zero," Neil chuckled when the clock ticked down after a short pass gained four yards. He was referencing the score, and the numbers on the grid on the big piece of paper in the corner of the room.

"Yeah, who would have expected a scoreless game after having the ball inside their ten-yard line twice," Alphonso replied.

Barry went to the bar where he kept the prize money, counting out a hundred dollars to pay to the winner of the first quarter. Passing by Carol, he shook his head. "This party is really going to suck if something good doesn't happen soon," he said dejectedly.

She knew he was right. Biting her lip nervously as she waited to see who won, she mulled over what to do to spark the party. It was only the third one she'd hosted, but it wasn't turning out to be as much fun as the first two, considering the tension over the lack of scoring and the favorite team not doing well.

"The winner of the first quarter is... Brian!" he called out, his stocky friend from college moving forward to collect his prize.

"Hardly feels like I won anything," he said, shaking his head as he took the cash.

Hearing his response, and thinking about how her boyfriend had said the party was really going to suck if something good didn't happen, she got an idea. Turning to Ann and Olivia, she grinned. "I'm about to raise the bar again," she whispered to them. "Are you in?"

Without even bothering to ask what she had in mind, they both quickly nodded, and Carol calmly walked around the couch. 'Well, we can't have you feeling like you didn't win anything. So... perhaps it's time for one of the Super Bowl Sluts to raise the stakes for winning. And since it's my party, I'm electing myself to go first!"

Pulling Brian off to the side, she dropped to her knees, quickly unzipping the front of his jeans. She never bothered to look at his wife, Kelly, but she didn't have to. She'd taken all the preliminary steps, and she felt confident that no one there would be angry over what she was about to do.

Taking his cock out, she quickly sucked it past her lips, bringing it to full hardness in less than a minute. Smiling up at him, she placed her hands on his thighs, using just her mouth.

"Now there's something to get excited about, buddy!" Barry said, letting everyone know that not only was he okay with his girlfriend blowing one of their party guests, he was happy for his friend as well.

"Looks like we're really going to be sluts," Ann said to Olivia, who was watching the skill Carol was using.

"Well, I officially became one last year, remember?" she teased.

"Then I'm next," Ann replied, her competitive nature kicking in. Not to mention the thrill that was running through her body at the thought of doing something like that in front of all those people.

It was an odd thought, considering she was flashing her tits to everyone there. But she'd done that before, and while she loved unleashing the exhibitionist inside her, there was something entirely different about actually doing something sexual in front of a crowd like that.

Olivia thought the same thing, admiring how Carol was sucking Brian's cock. "I think I'm going to have to step up my game. Look at her!"

"I am," she grinned, thinking about how she'd seen Carol do that many times to her own husband.

The erotic show didn't last long. Brian was so stunned by the suddenness of what was happening to him that he announced he was about to cum in just a few minutes. It wasn't like he had anything to be embarrassed about. When he growled during his orgasm a minute or so later, the group reacted like someone in the game had scored.

Carol swallowed every drop, except for a little she let dribble down her chin for effect. She stood up, patting Brian on his belly as she tucked him away.

"Better start working up another load, big boy... just in case there's no score at halftime!" she grinned.

Everyone thought that was it, but when she walked back over to the other... well, sluts, there was another erotic display. Ann pulled her close and licked the cum off her chin before sharing a long, sexy kiss. At that point the room went silent, all eyes watching the two women tonguing each other.

When they broke off, Ann looked around, her innocent expression cracking everyone up when she simply asked, "What? Friends can't share?"

Attentions turned back to the game when the crowd on TV roared over the long bomb that was caught. Most people in the room had been distracted and didn't know the second quarter had started. The result of the play moved the 'Skins deep into Buffalo territory once again. And while a holding penalty pushed them back, they were able to get those yards back on the next play. Yet two incomplete passes later, they were forced into lining up for another field goal.

When it sailed through the uprights, everyone waited, making sure there were no penalties or obscure rulings that would take the points off the board. It wasn't until the coverage broke for the obligatory commercials, that the three participating girls downed their next shot of Jack and stripped. Olivia and Carol were quick to remove their bras, joining Ann in exposing their breasts, much to the delight of the men in the room.

But once again, she upstaged them. Standing front and center, she unbuttoned her miniskirt and lowered the zipper, letting the garment fall to the floor. She stepped out, her black high heels seeming sexier now that she was wearing just the half bra and a matching thong that was so sheer you could plainly see her black landing strip underneath it.

"Dammit, Anna!" Carol yelled, smiling all the while.

"It's not my fault you don't play as dirty as I do," she grinned back.

"That's what we get for playing naughty stripper games with a woman who works at a lingerie shop," Olivia chimed in.

"No complaints here!" her husband Ben retorted.

Leaning in close to Ann, Carol whispered, "When did you change the color of your strip?"

"How can you tell I changed it?" she teased before relenting. "I don't remember exactly, but I like it. It makes me feel different... and I don't even know why."

"Because you're a slut, that's why," she giggled.

"I'm not the one that started sucking cock today... you were."

"No, but you couldn't wait to lick his cum off my face, could you."

"You're the one that left it there. I think you wanted me to do that.'

Winking, Carol chuckled, "Hmm... maybe."

The fortunes of the game changed quickly after that; both the one on the screen and the one the girls were playing for their party guests. Washington kicked off, and Buffalo never got anything going with their possession, going three and out. Five plays later, the Redskins scored their first official touchdown, giving them a 10-0 lead.

The cheering increased as Carol and Olivia removed their skirts after they drank their shots along with Ann. They looked amazing in just their heels and their thongs. But Ann still had the upper hand, and she continued to play it. Slowly peeling down her thong, she stood naked except for the half bra that hid nothing.

Tossing the garment to her husband, he pocketed it, but not before taking the obligatory sniff.

"Someone's aroused," he smiled as he ogled his wife along with the rest of the room.

"You're really taking the fun out of this," Olivia kidded.

"We'll all be naked soon enough, Olivia," she answered, unashamed of bending the rules in order to basically get there first.

"I know. You look incredible, by the way!"

They all did, and they each got to show everything a short time later. Another kickoff was followed by an interception at mid-field two plays later. Five plays after that, the score was 17-0. The shots were slammed so fast their throats burned. While the two other sluts took their place in front of the televisions, Ann stayed put. Flipping the clasp on the back of her bra, she let it fall off her shoulders. Handing it to Neil, she kissed him, falling into his arms. She was letting her friends finally be the center of attention.

"I'm horny baby," she cooed, stating the obvious.

"Sshhh... I'm watching Olivia," he teased.

Actually, all the eyes in the room were watching Olivia and Carol. All except Martina and Beth, who were in the kitchen, commiserating.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I'm not sure I'm going to make it through the party," Martina confided, echoing the sentiment Beth had had before things really even started.

"Ha... I feel the same way," she nodded.

"Aw, I'm sorry Beth. I know this isn't something you really approve of," she said as she patted her hand.

"It's not that. Not anymore."

"Really? Then what is it?"

"The same as you, I guess. I wish that were me my husband was staring at," she bemoaned, her eyes shifting toward Olivia gyrating in front of the room and how her Tyler was leering at her.

"Tyler doesn't look at you that way?"

"No... because I don't act that way."

"Well no one is stopping you."

"I stop myself, Martina. I loved how the guys were looking at me at the beginning of the party. But no one is looking at me now."

"Maybe you should just do something about it then."

"Like what? How can I compete with three naked women?"

"As they say, the only way to fight fire is with. Preferably a hotter one," she shrugged.

"What, so you're saying I should start stripping too?"

"It's a thought."

"Even if I had the courage to do it, which I don't, I can't just start taking my clothes off. I'm not one of the... well... I'm not one of the sluts."

"Maybe not, but men are fickle, Beth. They'll look at them... until the next hot girl comes along. If I were to take off just my shirt right now, I guarantee you all their eyes would turn to me."

"That's because you're normally one of them. They'd be waiting for you to go further."

"Look, I can't tell you what to do about working up the courage to start. I'm just saying that once you get a taste of the rush you get from them staring, you'll find yourself wanting to. Trust me, I know. I'm fighting the urge right now just knowing they're all naked and I'm not. I miss this."

She was right. Carol and Olivia had slipped off their thongs, joining Ann in being totally nude save for their shoes. That had been their goal all along, to get naked as soon as possible. They were just lucky that it happened before the end of the first half. Knowing they were going to be naked the rest of the game had them giggling like sisters. And maybe that's what they really were; a naughty sorority of sorts.

But Martina felt left out. It was killing her not to be right in there with them, being just as outrageous and just as naked as the rest. She considered throwing in the towel after the second score, but Alphonso was right there, quick to point out that she was a Cowboys fan, and not only was their rival playing, they were winning rather handily.

"What do you get if you win your bet?" Beth asked, knowing Martina had made a wager with her husband, wondering if it was worth the suffering she was putting herself through, if you could call it that.

"Alphonso said that if I'm really a true fan, I won't root for the Redskins. His incentive was that he'll take me to Dallas next season to see a game at Cowboys Stadium."

"What does he get if you cave?"

"I have to go to a Redskins game, dressed pretty much like you, and I have to openly cheer for them."

"Wow... no wonder you're not doing it this year."

"That's right. But, there's no reason you can't have a little fun if you want," Martina said with an encouraging smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The score was still 17-0 when Barry walked to the board with two hundred dollars in his hand. But he didn't need to be check to see who'd won the halftime prize. Phil's wife Stacy was already standing next to him with an excited look on her face. And Phil had the same look, but for different reasons.

When the time was ticking down at the end of the half, Stacy naturally assumed that there was going to be another sexual favor bestowed on the winner. But she also figured that meant a blowjob, because the 'sluts' as they were calling themselves, wouldn't have thought out what to do if a woman won the prize. And that was a great point. Carol had sucked Brian on the spur of the moment and the party had once again evolved. She hadn't discussed what she was going to do. She only forewarned the other girls that she was going to up the ante, asking if they were ready.

They were. Ann and Olivia had been talking about what Carol had done, and each was ready to follow suit with what she'd started. But things quickly changed when Stacy was announced the winner.

She had nervously waited out the final seven minutes of the half, which took a whole lot longer than that to play out. As the end neared, and it looked more and more like she had the winning square, she turned to Phil.

"If I win, it looks like you're getting a blowjob," she said as she sidled up next to him.

"Is that how it works?' he asked excitedly.

She shrugged and said, "Well I don't know for sure, but that kind of makes sense."

When the time ran out, Stacy squealed as Barry handed her the cash. Phil's stomach was in knots, wondering if it was going to be Olivia or Ann that would be doing the honors.

Ann walked across the front of the living room, a wicked grin on her face. But instead of going to Phil, she strutted toward Stacy to congratulate her. Giving her a quick hug, she leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

The shocked look on Stacy's face was followed by her stammering, "Are you? You really are? Really?"

Nodding, she winked, waiting for an answer, not wanting to pressure her. But Stacy didn't have much time to decide. The thrill of the moment overcame her, and she nodded before she could chicken out. Ann grabbed her hand and led her over to a wooden rocking chair Olivia had pulled in from living room.

Patting the chair, she said, "Have a seat."

Phil watched along with the rest as Stacy sat down. Looking at her husband, she grinned. "Sorry sweetheart. I guess I was wrong about the blowjob."

"What?"

"She's letting you know that, as they say, to the victor go the spoils," Ann said, kneeling on the floor in front of Stacy.