Ann: A Love Story Ch. 71

Carol needed to find that same safe haven, deep inside her massive chest. She needed to be able to feel vulnerable again, after the mess that was her own divorce. Just thinking about what she might have gone through made me think of my own failed marriage. And that brought my mind to Dawn.

When I thought about how I'd left Dawn the last night we were together...tied up on her bed after I'd made her cum, she was feeling vulnerable, but she was also feeling loved in a way. She'd trusted me, and she wanted to feel that helpless feeling...to the point that she didn't want me to untie her. I didn't know at the time that she was going to use that as an opportunity to live out a fantasy with her roommates, but the end result was the same as what Ann and I had shared. Dawn had become liberated from her past. So had I, just in a different way.

As I stared at Carol from over top the notebook I was reading, I saw both Ann and Dawn in her desperate green eyes. I'd seen it the first day we'd met, when were having lunch together. And it was that look that led me to feel sorry for her...but not in a pity sort of way. I'd felt I needed to reach out and help her out of her out of that pit of despair that I'd found myself wallowing in for so long. Invariably, that led Carol and I to our first sexual encounter. But as I looked at her, tied to the chair, I saw that same look, albeit more soft...more open. Even though she was better than when I'd first met her, Carol was still in need of healing. And that made me wonder.

"Sunshine...I need to ask you something," I said as I finished the second book.

"YES! Anything...just let me cum...PLEASE!"

I smirked as I saw her squirming, trying to press her ass against the glass to force the vibrator deeper inside of her cunt. She was trying to move her body back and forth so she could fuck herself with it, but she didn't have any leverage to move with the way I'd bound her to the chair.

"Have you had sex with anyone since you and I were together in July?"

"Uh...yeah," she said shyly. Her lack of confidence in her answer told me what I needed to know.

"Not including Tina...or the blowjob you gave Evans to get me more money."

Carol blushed for a moment, and said, "Just once."

I arched an eyebrow and said, "I'm surprised. I honestly expected you to say you hadn't."

"Well...it was sort of a pity fuck, with a little payback thrown in."

"What in the world does that mean?"

Carol sighed and said, "I promise I'll tell you later, Neil. Please...I need to cum SO BAD!"

"Be careful what you wish for," I said with a naughty laugh.

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"OH FUCK...NEIL! TURN IT OFF! GOD...TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF...TURN IT OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"

I smiled as Carol came again.

Calmly flipping the page in the notebook, I ran my finger along the lines of print as I skimmed over the text, speed reading the content. I'd stop every once in a while to check a diagram or a photo, verifying that I knew what the manual was trying to explain. It was actually very well written, but without the...well, secret information that Ivan had showed me, the instructions might as well have been written in Greek. Or in his case, Austrian.

It wasn't that the information in the book wasn't helpful. Far from it. Anyone with average mechanical ability would be able to read it, and operate the machine with above average proficiency. It was just that the things that Ivan taught me opened up a whole other level of knowledge, like he'd given me the key to a cipher encrypted in the pages that unlocked the magical secrets of the production line. Suddenly, what seemed to make sense on an abstract level became totally clear and focused.

As I read the text, I smiled, knowing I was getting what I needed to be ahead of the curve against my peers in my job. And I owed that all to Carol. All the while, as I read from my big box of knowledge, Carol was getting what she needed, and then some.

"OH GOD! NEIL! I'M CU..."

I put my hand over Carol's mouth for at least the fifth time, stifling her announcement of yet another orgasm. I stood up and replaced my hand with my cock, and Carol greedily slipped it past her lips again, using it as a pacifier of sorts to silence her cries of ecstasy.

When Carol calmed down, if you could call it that, I took pity on her and quickly moved around to the side of her chair. Moving her forward, I turned off the vibrator, and removed it. I went to put the chair back down on its legs, but I stopped first to look at the window. The inside of the glass seemed to be wet as what the rain was doing to the outside. Carol's cum was dripping down the in little trails towards the floor. I let out a chuckle as I set the chair back on the floor.

"I suppose...you're...pr...proud...of yourself," Carol said as she tried to catch her breath.

I put the vibrator in her mouth and said, "Yes...I am. Now keep this in your mouth until I finish reading. I only have one more volume to go."

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I was dark in the room, save the candlelight coming from the two burning candles on the dinner table. Carol was finishing off the last of her prime rib dinner, while I was polishing off my plate of lasagna. It was around 10PM, and we'd taken a break from my playfully torturing Carol to have some room service.

She was a little nervous about it, but I told her that I had no intentions of letting her get dressed, and we needed to eat. I toyed with the idea of keeping her naked and tied up, but relented when she started pleading with me. I'm sure she'd been in the hotel more than a few times, and when I thought of the logistics of it all, she was right. It was simply too risky to chance...at least under those circumstances.

I ordered our dinner, and had Carol hide in the bathroom when it was delivered. I'd put on a robe, and politely told the bell boy where to put the food, along with the candles I'd requested. Once he left, Carol and I sat down to a nice dinner, although she found it a bit unusual.

She was looking at the rope marks on her wrists while we sat in front of the window enjoying our meal. "I don't think I've ever eaten a meal naked before," she said as she looked up.

"And?" I said in response.

"It's kind of sexy."

"I knew you'd like it."

"I've loved everything you've done to me so far, Neil," she smiled.

"Hmm...that's quite a confession," I responded.

"Confession? I was just being honest."

"I'm pretty sure you're always honest, Carol. That's one of the reasons we get along so well. And it's one of the reasons Ann feels comfortable enough with you to want to be with you. She trusts you too."

"I...I know," Carol said batting her eyes. "I feel the same way about her."

"So...since you're being honest, why don't you tell me what happened?"

"What happened? When?"

"You said earlier that you had sex with someone...but you made it sound so negative. Was it that bad?"

Carol offered a wistful smile and shook her head. "No...it was far from bad. It was actually almost as good as when you fucked me."

"Well...good for you," I said as I touched her arm affectionately.

"I suppose. But it was just a onetime thing. It's not like THAT'S going to happen again."

"Why would you say that? If he was that good, why wouldn't you..."

"Because he's married now. Just like you're going to be. And his wife's not like Ann."

"Well...why did you..."

"I was a kind of a...gift," Carol said, blushing in the candlelight.

"WHAT?"

Carol let out a deep sigh and said, "Okay...you wanted a confession, here goes. First, I'm not ashamed of what I did. I was doing a friend a favor...and she was doing the same for me. And, in a way, she looked at it as paying me back."

My hand flew over my mouth...my eyes opening wide. I didn't know a lot about Carol's personal life. But I did know a few things. And one of the ones I'd learned about her came crashing into the front of my brain like a test car ramming into a wall at an insurance safety laboratory.

"Martina?" I said rather cautiously.

"And her new husband, Alphonso. Well...we call him Al. And he wasn't her husband at the time. I was...I was his bachelor party gift."

"What are you talking about?

"Martina knew I was still depressed. You fucked me, and that helped for a month or so. But I was so immersed in work that I didn't capitalize on the way you made me feel. I didn't have the time to follow that up. By the time I was able to find some free time for me, I'd kind of slipped back into a mini depression. And part of that was because Martina was getting married...and I was the maid of honor. She was getting married...I'm divorced. It just was this spiral of crap that I found myself trapped in. Anyway, she said I just needed to go out and find someone and get laid...kind of like you were telling me to do. But I didn't know where to start."

"So...that was your answer?"

"No, that was MARTINA'S answer. She wanted to give Al one last night of freedom. But she didn't like the idea of it being some stripper, or some call girl. So, she said if he'd be a good boy, and just go with his friends wherever they were taking him for his bachelor party...and not actually do anything sexual...well, she said she'd find a way to make that worth it to him."

"And you just said yes...like that?"

"Hell no. I didn't agree at all. In fact, it pissed me off at first. I felt like she was trying to use me. I wouldn't talk to her for a week."

"So what changed your mind?"

"Actually...you did," she giggled.

"Me? What the fuck are you talking about? How did I..."

"I turned on the TV one night, and there was a 'James Bond' movie on TBS. And I got engrossed in it."

"Really...which one?" I asked, totally changing the subject.

"The Spy Who Loved Me," she answered quickly.

"Ooh...good one!"

"Yeah...and what I liked about it was the Russian spy character, Triple X. She was an agent, and she was just like Bond. She used whatever she had, to do what she needed to do...including having sex."

"Okay...but how does that relate to Martina and Al?"

"Martina said all along that she wasn't using me. She tried to tell me that she was only trying to help me get back to where I was when you were here. She wasn't looking to fix me up with someone, because that's not what I needed. She said I just needed some hot, meaningless sex with someone that I liked and trusted...someone that wouldn't hurt me. And in the process, she'd give Al the night bachelors dream of before they tie the knot...but with someone that SHE could trust. She was looking at it as a win-win."

"All right...but I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"Well, I'm watching the movie, and that obviously has me thinking about you the entire time. Every time I see Bond, I don't see Roger Moore...I see you on the TV. And Barbara Bach is me...and during the commercials, I started thinking back to when we were together, and how that made me feel. How YOU made me feel. And as the movie went along, not only was I getting hornier by the minute, I was also starting to feel like I did when you left. I felt sexy, and sensual and alluring. I felt like men would want me, and as all that kind of built up inside me, I realized I needed to actually do something with it."

"So, you fucked Al?"

"Well...not that minute. But I did call Martina and told her I'd do it. That was on a Tuesday, and his bachelor party was on a Thursday. He didn't like the idea of being out late the night before his wedding...he wanted to be rested for the day. Can't say I blame him there...weddings wear you out. You need to think about that, Neil," she laughed.

"Thanks for the advice," I said with a grin. "So...what happened?"

"Martina told Alphonso she had planned something special for him, but she wouldn't give it to him unless he abstained from doing anything sexual during the evening."

"And just how was he supposed to prove that?"

"How would you prove it to Ann, Neil? You'd tell her. It's all about honesty, and you know Ann would know...and so would Martina. He admitted going to a strip club, and getting a lot of lap dances. But he came home hard and horny."

"So you were there waiting for him?"

"No...Martina blindfolded him and brought him to my place. I'd spent the day getting things ready for him."

"Ready?"

"Yeah...Alphonso is a heating and plumbing guy, and Martina said he has this fantasy about doing a house call, and some lonely, neglected housewife answers the door and seduces him. So, when she pulled into my driveway, his truck was there. We'd taken it there while he was gone. She got him out of the truck, told him to put on his tool belt, and ring the doorbell. That's all she told him...she just kissed him on the cheek, told him to have a good time, and not to question anything...she was making his fantasy to come true. And since he'd never been to my house, he didn't know who it was me."

"Wow...that's amazing."

"What was amazing was he actually rang the doorbell. It must have taken him fifteen minutes to work up the nerve. When he finally did, I opened the door in a nighty and told him the air conditioner was broken, and I was glad he was on call 24 hours a day. Of course, I'd turned it off at the breaker, and the house was like ninety degrees inside after being off all day. And since the nighty was white, and I was sweating so much, it was clinging to me. The damn thing was transparent," she cackled.

"So, he really had to fix the thing?"

"So to speak. He pretended to work, while I flirted with him. When he took off his shirt because he was starting to sweat too, I thought I was going to die right there. It was so fucking erotic. I'd never been with a black guy before, and I couldn't stop staring because I knew what we were going to do. Well, what I hoped we were going to do. Anyway, I said something about getting hotter watching him work, and I took my nighty off. After that, well..."

Carol's voice trailed. And I knew what that meant. It was a memory she wanted to keep to herself. I could tell by the way she was smiling, her eyes suddenly distant as she thought about what they had shared. I seriously doubted that even Martina knew the whole story of what Carol and Alphonso shared that night. And I was okay with not knowing any more details...save one.

"So, he fucked you then," I said matter of factly.

"And we made love...and then he fucked me again. We were together for 4 or 5 hours," she said as she stared at her empty plate.

"Sounds like you had a great time."

Carol looked up at me, knowing I wasn't going to ask anything else. She seemed genuinely relieved. A soft smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Yes...we did."

"Good," I said as I stood up. Taking a piece of rope, I held it in front of her eyes. "So, are you ready to continue ours?"

Carol bit her lip, the corner of her mouth upturned slightly in a nervous smile. I saw her eyes sparkle for just a second, and she slowly nodded. "Yes, Neil," she said breathlessly.