Ann: A Love Story Ch. 19

"Are you ready to cum, Paula?"

"Oh God...yes! Please!" she screamed into her pillow.

I considered dragging it out even more, but I really was tired. So I heeded her plea, and latched onto her clit, sucking in hard while I raked my tongue across it. Paula sat up a little bit, before dropping back on the mattress.

"OH SHIT! MAKE ME CUM. MAKE ME CUM!

Her entire body shook, and I had to grab her thighs to hold her still. I was holding on for dear life, but I continued to flick at her swollen bud. Paula unloaded; my mouth rewarded with a steady flow of her wonderful fluid. Like most women, Paula had her own distinct flavor. Hers was a little more tart than most, but it was enjoyable just the same.'

I could feel her thrashing her head back and forth, and I slipped down and stuck my tongue deep into her snatch. I dug there for a little bit, bringing her another intense release, before finally pulling up.

Paula was now exhausted too. Her body was covered with a slick sheen of sweat, and she was breathing very shallow as she tried to catch her breath. Frankly, I was too. I had worked harder and faster, in order to please Paula. I wanted to do her justice, but at the same time, I wanted the experience over with so I could go back to sleep and dream about Ann. It may not have been my best performance, but you wouldn't have known it based on how Paula was reacting.

"Neil, I've never...in my life...had anyone...do anything...like that...to me...before."

"What, you've never had anyone lick your pussy?"

"Not like...you did," Paula said, taking a deep breath and calming down. She put her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. "I don't know if it's because you're so young, or what. But that was incredible. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at you again the same way."

"I knew that when you saw me in my bedroom to start this whole thing. Did you get what you came for?"

"Well, no. I came in here hoping for you to fuck me. It's what I had my heart set on...but I can honestly say that I've never had an orgasm like that before. So, yes, in a sense, I did. Are you sure I can't repay the favor?"

"Yes, Paula. I need to get some sleep. I really am exhausted."

Paula gave me a quick hug, and picked up her nightgown and panties. I watched as she walked out of the living room, her back shining from the sweat that covered her. She closed the door, content with returning to her husband naked. I knew it wasn't what she came for, but I was glad I stood my ground, to some extent. It was still going to be difficult to tell Ann that I betrayed her, but at least I didn't fuck Paula. At least I could say that I was firm on that. I only hoped and prayed that Ann would understand.

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It seemed dark when I finally woke up. I wondered if I'd slept through my entire Sunday, and it was heading toward Monday morning, and what would likely be an ugly day at work. Looking at the clock on the end table, I saw it was only 5:00PM. Then I heard the rain coming down hard on the roof, and it all made more sense. I had slept away the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, but at least I had some of the day left before I had to go back to bed and think about missing Ann, and going to work.

I got up and curled my toes in the carpet, a habit I had to help me wake up. The room smelled like sex. Sure, some of that had to do with the little dalliance I'd had with Paula. But most of it had to do with my reeking of it from my time with Ann. I was in a dilemma, since I had to deal not only with my parents, but our guests, including Paula and Rob. They would know why the room had such a distinct aroma, and it would undoubtedly bring up questions.

I wasn't sure I could fend off six of them inquiring about my evening with Ann. I still didn't know yet how to tell my parents that I was suddenly engaged. I wanted no part of having to defend the decision in front of their friends too. Besides, I wanted to tell my parents alone, so if, like Ann suggested, they were more in tune to our being in love than I thought, we could share the joyous moment as a family.

And that didn't even bring into play any nerves I might get from being around Paula, or the reaction I might get from Rob. I hadn't thought about having deal with that while I was going down on her. I only wanted to get back to sleep...and it was obvious I needed it, since I'd slept another ten hours or so since she'd left the room. Thinking about facing all of that almost made me want to crawl back under the covers.

As the minutes passed, I noticed that I didn't hear anything in the house. Not a single noise. No talking, no television or radio. Not even any sounds of sex from any of the three couples, which came as a great relief. After hearing all of that once before, it wouldn't have surprised me that it could happen again.

But it struck me that something was amiss. I'd never been with my parents and their friends when there wasn't some kind of conversation, interrupted frequently by laughter. It was impossible for them not to have a good time together...and while I suppose they could be quiet if they tried really hard, being silent wasn't imaginable. The only conclusion I could come to was that I was at home alone again.

Taking a chance, I put my shorts on, and walked through the door to the dining room; looking around the corner toward the kitchen. I could see from there that on the counter, in the 'spot' that Mom would always leave me notes, there was a piece of paper. I walked over and picked it up to read it.

Neil,

It's 4:30, and we're off to go to Fort Wayne again for dinner. Paula and Rob are treating. Mack and Carrie left for home already. You'll have to fend for yourself for dinner. Dad and I should be home around 8:00. Hope you had a good night's sleep. Know you needed it. And I hope you had a great time last night.

Love,

Mom

With the house to myself, I had some cleaning up to do. I scrambled around the house, and quickly stripped the sheets off all of the beds. I made them all, and then got dressed and drove over to the apartment Ann and I had used the night before and stripped that bed. I found another set of sheets in the closet and made that bed too, and then took the dirty ones back to the house to wash. I threw them into the laundry and got it started, and then headed to the shower to get myself cleaned up.

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A couple hours later, all the laundry was done, and the house was put back the way it was supposed to be, at least according to my Mother. I'd also gone back to the apartment one more time to return the clean sheets. I wanted that off my mind before the workweek started and I lost track of it. Plus, it was better to wash them while the parents were gone. I stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home to grab some dinner, and headed home to veg.

Mom and Dad came home around nine, and we made small talk for a while before Dad headed to bed. Not wanting to get grilled by my Mom's not so subtle interrogation techniques, I decided to head back to my room and watch TV. To my surprise, she didn't pursue it. I think she knew I needed some space, and that I was probably struggling with Ann being gone. My head was filled with questions of my own, most of which I didn't feel like searching for the answers to, at least at the moment.

It had been over a week since the TV in my room had even been on, and I settled down to watch anything that I could find semi-interesting while I had a beer, trying to lose myself in the mindless act of vegetating. I wasn't very successful. Flipping through the channels, it seemed whatever I saw would remind me of Ann.

It could be anything, and I'd find a way to twist it into something that happened between the two of us while we were together. I finally found a ball game, which was enough of a distraction that I was able to at least relax...eventually. At first, I thought about Ann keeping score at my softball game, and her flashing me with her wonderful dress. The very night she said she knew she loved me. The game turned out to be a pretty entertaining one, and I was able to pull away from my thoughts of Ann for a while and go numb. I was totally surprised with the phone rang at about 10:30...to the point that it made me jump even though I had it set on the quietest setting.

We only had one phone line in the house, so it was really my parent's number. And it was years before the advent and popularity...and the lifeblood that is now the cell phone. My parents phone was all there was in the house.

I had become a man without a number; the final humiliating blow in a dissolved marriage, where I was stripped of my own 10 digit connection to the world. Losing a phone number in a divorce may seem like a trivial thing, but when you end up with no place to have a phone of your own, the feeling of loss and being literally disconnected from the world can seem overwhelming. Never more so than when a phone rings where you live, and you know it's not yours to answer.

A knock at my door was followed by a soft voice through the crack when it was opened. Mom was always cautious when she entered my room. I suppose she didn't want to take a chance walking in and seeing something she wasn't prepared for. But I was pretty good about locking the door when I needed privacy...and I tended to jack off late at night when they were already asleep. Frankly, masturbating was the furthest from my mind as I looked toward the door.

"Honey, Ann is on the phone for you," was all she said, and she closed the door quickly before I could reply. While I wished it were Ann that had called me 'honey', I was glad Mom kept it short and closed the door. Suddenly, I wasn't numb any more.

"Hey baby! How was your flight?" I said, trying to be cheerful as my heart ached already from the distance between us.

"Long. But it was good. Well, uneventful anyway. It's been a long day. How was Paula?"

"I...I...I'mmm sorry...what did you say?" I said, stammering as she caught me off guard. I knew I heard the question right, but it actually shocked me that Ann had asked it.

Ann let out a big laugh and said, "What's the matter...cat got your tongue?"

"Uh...no." Not the cleverest answer I'd ever come up with, but I really was at a loss for words.

"Or is your tongue still in her...pussy! You seem to be having trouble saying anything."

I got a little defensive, saying, "What are you talking about?" I suddenly wondered if Ann had called Paula, but then I dismissed that crazy thought quickly when I thought about what time the parents came home. There was no way Rob and Paula could have made it the two hours to their house already. And would Ann even have their number?

"Neil, don't feel like you have to cover up. It's okay. We need to be honest with each other if this marriage is going to work. Okay?"

"H...how...did..." I was stuttering, and still nervous. Getting busted cheating wasn't what I considered a great way to start an engagement. I ask a woman to marry me, and I'm having oral sex with another one a couple of hours later? Thinking with my dick got me into a huge mess when I flashed mine in front of Paula's greedy eyes. Then I couldn't find a better way out of the problem that created. Suddenly somber, all I could say was, "Ann, I'm so sorry."

"Why, was Paula that bad?"

I shook my head a little and said, "That's not what I mean. I'm sorry that I let you down."

Ann laughed again, trying to put me at ease. "Why would you think you let me down, honey?"

That was the first time Ann had ever called me that...and that flash I had of my Mom saying it earlier vanished, and it was replaced by an image of my fiancée. I smiled, and said, "I know I should have..."

"Neil, I'm the one that put the thought in her head. I told her you were mine until I left, and she'd just have to wait until I was gone before she went and did anything. I still can't believe she and Rob do all the stuff they do. But hey, who would have thought we'd do the stuff we do, huh? So, how was she?"

"Ann, I asked you to marry me. Why would you tell her something like that?"

"Babe, you asked me last night. My conversation with Paula about her lifestyle was during the cookout on Friday. If I'd known you were going to ask me to marry you, I wouldn't have told her it was okay to jump you when I left. Well, maybe I wouldn't have. I don't know, to tell you the truth. I really felt bad for her when she told me about seeing your huge cock in front of her face in your room. I bet she loved that big thing inside her, didn't she?"

I ignored that question, saying, "Well, why didn't you tell me after I asked you so I would have known?"

"I forgot. I didn't think about it until I was on the airplane. It wasn't like I could call you at that point...it was already done. Are you going to tell me how it went?"

"I didn't fuck her Ann. I just ate her out. I couldn't fuck her. It didn't seem right. So, I went with the same rules you set for Nancy."

"So, did she at least suck you?"

"NO...I told you, I just ate her out. I wasn't looking for sex. I love you. I just can't believe that you're okay with all of this."

"If I didn't have a problem with you and Nancy messing around when we were dating, why would I have a problem with you and Paula now? I'm the same person, I'm just engaged."

"But you're engaged to me...and I should have had more sense than that. I should have had more willpower."

"Look Neil, let's get one thing straight. I'm not you ex. And I know you're not like she was either. I want you to know that I love you, and that I won't ever leave you. But I also want you to know that I have no intention of being something I'm not. I'm not a housewife, or a maid. I'm a working woman, who likes to play when I get a chance to let my hair down."

"What are you saying...that you want to be like Paula?"

"No, I'm not. But I don't want to rule it out either."

I was silent. My heart was racing. She didn't want to rule out fucking other men. Was she serious? How could I even begin to think that would be acceptable after what my ex did to me? I was beginning to think the marriage was over before it started.

"Neil, are you there?"

"Yeah."

"I can tell you're upset. And really, you have no right to be."

That hit me wrong, and I was thinking our first and last fight was about to happen. "I really don't think it's up to you to tell me what I have a right to be upset about, Ann."

"Neil, please stop and listen to me...really listen. This is important. Can you do that for me?"

I grumbled, but said, "Fine, go ahead."

"Okay. What I'm trying to say is, right now, I don't want to be like Paula. And frankly, I can't ever see myself like that. But that's today. Who knows how I'll feel twenty years from now? Or you, for that matter...you may become like Rob and want me to. All I'm saying is, I've just had some of the most incredible sexual experiences I've ever had, and I love you for giving me that. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said, wondering where she was going with her logic.

"Did we have fun this week?"

"Of course."

"No Neil. Think about it before answer me. Of all the weeks you can remember, how does this one rank?"

I didn't really have to think about it. It had been the best week of my life. But I took my time, reminiscing for a moment before answering her. "It was incredible, Ann, on every level you can imagine."

"Mine too. So why in the world would we want to change that now? I'm not going to be jealous in this relationship like I was in my last one. You're a different man. And I'd like to think I'm different from any woman you've been with. We both have to learn to trust again...but I'm not going to do that by giving you a little rope and then holding on to it tight. I either trust you, or I don't."

"So what does all that mean, Ann?"

"It means I want to keep living my life like I have this week. I know it's going to be different right now because we're far apart. But one of the things I've loved about this week is that we had no rules. We knew where the limits were, but we pushed them, just a little. I love feeling on the edge like that, Neil, and you pushed me there."

"And you did the same for me, Ann. But is that really what you want?"

"I want this week to never end. That's one of the reasons why I said yes when you asked me to marry you...because I want to keep that fire alive in both of us."

"So you really have no problem with what I did with Paula this morning?"

"No, I don't. And I'll tell you why...because I knew about it. Even better, it's because I kind of helped cause it. I have to be honest, Neil, we all have things that turn us on. And one of the things that has gotten me so hot this week is talking about what you've done to other women, and the fact that you still want to have me the most. It started with Dawn, and the stories you told me about your trip to Michigan. After that, it was the hot things you told me about Tina at her shop cutting your hair, and the other stuff you two did together! And then Nancy...and now Paula and...and with every one, I get more and more turned on, and I fall more and more in love with you."

"Really?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes. I can't explain it, but it's like we're doing it together. In fact, I dreamt on the plane that you and I took that waitress, Kelli, up on her offer, and went back to her place for a threesome last night."

"And how was it?" I said with a laugh.

"I'll tell you, when you tell me about Paula. But we'll need to save that for another night. I've actually got to work tomorrow, and I'm dead. I can't believe I didn't plan another day off to recuperate. Of course, I never dreamed I'd be ridden so hard by such a huge cock so many times. I miss that big thing already."

"I suppose that means your going to be looking for someone to replace it."

"That's an interesting idea!" Ann said, making me sit up in the bed. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I went silent again. "Baby, that was a joke...but it does give me an idea on how to help me from missing you so much. And I've been thinking about one for you too, to keep you from missing me. And please stop worrying. Just like me with you...you either trust me, or you don't. I'll call you in a couple of days once I recover and get used to the time difference again. I love you."

"I love you too," I said, not really wanting to cut the conversation short, but knowing I had to pretend to be understanding.

"Good luck tomorrow, baby," Ann said just before she hung up.

"What's tomorrow?"

"You're going to have to fend off Nancy with a stick. Now that I'm gone, she's going to want you to live up to your promise. She wants you to fuck her bad. Good luck with that!" Ann laughed as the phone clicked, leaving me in my room thousands of miles away feeling very alone, and very confused. Then I smiled, because I had the distinct feeling that that was exactly how Ann wanted it.