Ann: A Love Story Ch. 74

"Well, neither of us are lesbians," Heather said, "and I don't think either one of us can be classified as bisexuals. At least, not yet. But, would you like to see US together?"

From that moment on, the only way my belated birthday could have been better was if Ann would have been with me. I know she wanted to, more than anything...but she was being realistic. And yet, even as I watched Heather and Carol as they played with each other in the most intimate ways, first in the shower, and then in bed, I knew Ann WAS with me. With each passing hour of each passing day, I became more and more aware that Ann was always with me.

I'd never been with a more giving, loving woman than Ann. And she gave in the most incredible ways, wanting me to be happy, and sexually fulfilled. Sure, our life together was different...and at times I still had to stop and take measure of it. And she did too. But those moments were like checkpoints along a long journey, where we'd take stock of our how our relationship was from a health and growth standpoint, and we'd make adjustments if we needed to...together as a couple. And to that point, we were always on the same page...a page that just happened to be in our own erotic novel.

I relaxed on my bed, watching the girls as they romped around together on the other bed...the sex bed, for almost an hour. And then, the called me over to join them. What followed was an adventure in pleasure and torture at the same time. The girls knew I was only going to be able to cum a finite amount of times. Somehow between the two of them, they settled on that number as three, and they went about doing whatever they could to keep me hard and close to cumming, while denying my orgasm over and over.

Meanwhile, they were determined to cum as many times as they could. At one point I lamented about how wonderful it must be, as a woman, to be able to cum so many times, unlike men, who can only cum several times a day. Of course, I was quickly reminded by Carol that mean don't have to deal with living with a period once a month, taking them out of commission, while men can still find a place to put their cock and get off.

I realized once that was brought up that I'd lost the discussion, and I should just shut up. Most men know that once the 'period' card is played, any card I play in response will quickly be trumped by 'pregnancy', quickly followed by 'childbirth'. There's no winning that contest, so all you can do is fold and wait for something better to come along.

That 'something better' was what they did to me over the next few hours. They were all over my body, making my cock twitch and drip with excitement to the point I thought my balls were going to burst. And at the same time, one or the other of them seemed to be sitting on my face more often than not, forcing me to eat them.

With the obvious exception of being able to fuck their pussies, or their asses, they gave every part of their bodies to me...allowing me to play. And I gave myself to them as well. Maybe even more...since Heather was in charge. They used their mouths, and their hands...and their feet. I fucked their tits, wedged my cock between their thighs, and ran it along the crack of their asses. Heather even wrapped her silky blond hair around my shaft and used it to jack me off for a little while.

True to their prediction, they made me cum three times...or allowed me to cum, depending on the point of view. Each orgasm became more excruciating than the last because of what the put me through. It was naughty...even borderline sadistic in how they would bring me so tantalizingly close, and then deny my orgasm...going so far as to squeeze my cock and balls as hard as they could to stop me from shooting. They even made me beg...and that didn't work most of the time.

They took great delight in drawing it out, making me squirm and moan. There were even a few times where I was close, and they would stop abruptly, and Heather would banish me to the other bed, making me watch as they made each other cum in a quick, frenzied sixty-nine. I had to fight myself to keep from grabbing my cock and literally taking matters into my own hand...well, fist.

Yet, as awful as all that sounds on the surface, it was one of the most incredible experiences in my life. The delays, and the torturous mind games, and the physical roller coaster those two hot babes put me through, made the actual orgasms so explosive that I damn near passed out the first time. I was breathing so hard, and the rush hit me with such force that I spewed over two feet in the air, the cum landing all over my chest and stomach. And that was the OTHER thing that was incredible. Each time I came, the girls made me cum on myself...so they could lick it up, starting the process all over again.

After my third...and last orgasm, they cleaned me up once more, before making me go to my own bed. Heather laughed and said the show was over, turning off the light...and I could hear the two of them together once more, playing in the dark. I would have loved to watch them again. And even though I had a hard cock from them licking my body clean, I knew my balls would be empty for quite a while.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Neil, Ann's on line three," Carol said as she giggled.

When the phone rang in the conference room, interrupting the conversation I was having with Claudia, I almost didn't answer it. But she looked at me, raising her eyebrow as if to say, 'aren't you going to answer that?', and since she worked for the company, I felt like I had to.

When I answered, and Carol told me Ann was on the phone, I was s little stunned.

"Ann called...here?" I said, wondering why I'd be getting a call at the temporary offices. I didn't even remember telling Ann that's where I'd be.

Carol laughed and said, "Not exactly."

"What..."

"I called her. She's on line three."

"Why would YOU call her?" I asked.

"Because...I knew you wouldn't. You can thank me later," she said with a laugh that was so loud, I heard her in the other room instead of on the phone.

"I'll be the judge of that," I said sarcastically.

"Trust me...and trust Ann. She's on line three...and she wants you to use the speakerphone."

"What...you're not making that up, are you?"

Carol paused for a moment, before saying, "Neil?"

"What."

"Please...just trust me," she said quietly.

Placing the phone back on its base, I pressed the speaker button, and then connected to line three. "Good Morning, Neil Thomas," I said nervously.

"Hi baby," Ann said, sounding a little out of breath. "And hello to you, Claudia."

Claudia heard her name, and her ears perked up...but I'm sure the shock on her face matched mine. "Uh...hi...Ann, is it?" Claudia answered, the shock in her voice matching the look on her face.

"Yes...how are you feeling this morning? Neil told me he had to tuck you in last night...I hope you don't have too bad of a headache."

"Uh...actually, I'm feeling okay. He...bought me breakfast, and...he had aspirin waiting for me when I woke up."

"Aw...Neil. You think of everything lover. That was so sweet of you."

"Thanks, babe," I said, shaking my head. It was just like Ann to take what should have been a lot more than just an awkward situation, turning it into just a run of the mill conversation. And that also told me that something was definitely up. Of course, I already had an inkling of that, just by the way Claudia had acted when she'd sat down...but even SHE was surprised by Ann.

"So...Claudia. I understand you're looking to pay Neil back for being a gentleman?" Ann said bluntly.

Claudia's eyes opened wide, the fear inside them pouring out as her body reacted. "Ann...I...I..."

"Relax, Claudia. Neil and I have no secrets...he told me about last night. And my friend Carol was nice enough to call and let me know you were there."

"Ann, I don't want you to think..."

"Claudia...I told you. It's okay. Look, I think it's sweet that you want to repay Neil for what he did last night."

"But...I didn't know Carol was going to CALL you," Claudia said, confessing that she'd said...well, something.

"She didn't call to rat you out, Claudia. She called...to get my permission. Just like your husband gave you this morning...am I right?"

"Oh...my...GOD!" Claudia said, her hands flying up to her face, covering her mouth and nose. First she turned a little red. Then she busted out in a nervous laugh. Pulling her hands down, she said, "Yes...how did you know? I didn't say anything to Carol about that part."

"Intuition."

"Permission...for what?" I asked, suddenly feeling like I was the only one on the planet that didn't know what was going on.

"It's okay, Neil," Ann said, her voice calm and reassuring. "Look, I've talked to Carol, and I gave her my instructions for what I'll allow, and how I'll allow it. Claudia, it's kind of a take it leave it thing. Neil would be the first to tell you that thanking him isn't really necessary...that's just who he is, and who we are as a couple. But I also think I understand why you're feeling the way you are."

"I'm glad YOU do," Claudia said, her body shaking a little as she came to grips with whatever Ann was telling her. "I'm not sure I understand it myself. I just know when I woke up and realized what I'd done last night...and then what Neil did, I started feeling this way, and it's not going to go away."

"Well, talk to Carol, and if you agree, then hopefully this will help. And I'm sure Neil won't mind."

"You know...I AM right here, babe. What the hell is going on?"

"I don't have time to explain right now, baby. I trust Carol...and you should too. So...just go with the flow, and know that if anything happens, then it's what I talked to her about, and I'm okay with it."

"But...why can't you tell me, Ann. What's the rush?"

"I told you last night I had to meet Penny this morning for breakfast," Ann giggled. "I was right in the middle of eating when you called. She's starting to get a little upset because my meal is getting cold. I need to go, or I may have to eat twice!"

Ann hung up, and I smiled, knowing that as soon as she did, she was likely getting back between Penny's legs so she could lick a very wet pussy. I was lost in that thought when Carol knocked on the door, and opened it to stick her head inside.

"Sorry to interrupt...but I noticed you ended the call. Neil, are you interested?" Carol said.

"I'm not even sure what that means. Ann was very...guarded. She said YOU know what's going on...so why don't you tell me," I said, shaking my head a little.

"Why don't you let me talk to Claudia, and we'll see if SHE'S interested. It's really up to her." Carol motioned to Claudia, who got up and walked out into the hallway. Carol closed the door, but they stood just outside it. All I could hear was some hushed mumbling, but that still seemed to effect me. I actually got a little excited, and I didn't even know why. But with Ann involved, and the word 'permission' being thrown around, I knew it involved something good...something sexual.

Tiring of waiting, I got back up and resumed my work, putting applications in piles, trying to get organized so that Carol and I could begin making phone calls to set up appointments for the coming week. During the initial interview, I'd told the prospective employees that if they could expect a call on Saturday, and they'd be given a day and time during the next week to show up for a second interview.

That had been a bone of contention with Angela, who was helping me in the interview process. She felt I should find out what day would be best for them, because they may have plans. But I'd told her that if I gave them an option, and they all wanted the same day, then we'd be bogged down. And I had no intention of working 18-hour days. My point to Angela was, if they wanted a job, they'd show up for their second interview. If they didn't show, that told me they might have issues that made them a questionable hire. I needed employees that we could count on, and while it was perhaps harsh, I had told every person who looked promising that if they got a call, they would be told when to show up...and that it could be any day at any time.

Angela countered at the time, saying, "What if they have to get a babysitter and can't find one?"

I responded by saying, "Then it's better for us to know that now. If they can't find a babysitter to GET a job, how will they find one when they HAVE a job? Those arrangements need to be made now, Angela. They all know the crazy hours this job is going to have. We're going to be rotating shifts, so if they have kids, they have to know before they interview who's going to watch them."

When I put it that way, Angela saw the light. "You know, I never thought of that. I'm only going to be on day shift."

"I'm not trying to make light of what our employees issues might be, Angela. I know they have personal lives. But I don't want to hire people, and then find out they can't deal with the shift structure. We need to know that now."

For whatever reason, that conversation was running through my head as I looked at yet another application that I'd marked as being a mother with young kids. It wasn't part of the actual application, but during the interview, if I could get a candidate to tell me something about their personal life, I'd note it. And it was amazing what people would volunteer in an interview. Most people, when they're nervous, will talk about things that make them feel calmer. And family is one of those subjects that people will often feel comfortable sharing. All it takes is telling a little about yourself...and that can get them to open up about themselves. After that, it's just being a good listener, and jotting down things that are relevant.

Placing the application in a stack where I felt the woman would fit in well, I grabbed the next off the pile. But before I could review it like I had all the others I'd organized, the door opened again.

Claudia walked through, looking at ease as she practically floated over to me on her silver heels. She was strutting like a model, a strong, confident look in her eyes; a sexy smile on her face as she approached. She was holding something in her left hand, but I didn't notice what it was. Her eyes had locked onto mine, and they wouldn't let them go.

Wedging herself between the big conference table and me, Claudia leaned her ass against it, while pressing her body against mine. I started to move back to give her some room, but she was still staring into my eyes...telling me to stay put. I felt her hand gently touch my arm, and the feeling was so sensuous it startled me. It was a far cry from the brazen, alcohol fueled approach I'd endured the night before. Claudia had transformed from a woman desperately looking for a good time, to one showing she was willing to have one...but only if I wanted the same thing.

"You're fiancée is a pretty special woman," Claudia finally said, her right hand resting on my chest.

"And Mike must be a pretty special man," I answered, "which means whatever this is, it really isn't necessary."

"I don't expect you to understand all of this, Neil. I AM married to an amazing man. And when I called him this morning, and told him about what happened last night, and what you did for me...and then I explained how I felt about it all. Well, Michael knows me. And he knew what to say."

"Claudia...what's this all about?"

"It's about me, Neil. I'm a proud woman. And while I know I made an ass out of myself last night...that's not what bothered me. The people that were there that know me...they're used to that. Hell, I'll bet anything that Jeff was waiting on me, wanting to know if I was okay."

"So was Thelma," I said with a nod. "And they know what I did...and that nothing happened between us. So you can relax."

Claudia moved her hand, feeling my chest through my shirt. "Mmm...I am relaxed. And they're great friends."

"And?"

"What bothered me is I said some things last night...and, well...I meant them. And when I told Michael that...he said I needed to own up to them."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means."

Claudia let out a sigh, and said, "It means that while you think nothing happened between us...something did. And now...I need to finish that."

"Claudia, what are you talking about?"

"Well, Ann wasn't exactly right, but she was close. Michael didn't give me permission to do this." I felt a surge run through my body, and my flight reflex started to kick in. Claudia knew it was coming, and she smiled. "It was more like...Michael gave me an order."

"Wait...what?"

"It's a long story."

Really, it wasn't all that long, but it was interesting. Claudia's husband knew her well. Very well. So well, that he actually predicted her attempted dalliance with infidelity. Mike had told her that she would start drinking, and that he wouldn't be there to stop what he'd always stopped before. And then he gave her a warning...he said if she did anything, along those lines, he would make her pay the consequences however he saw fit.

Claudia said she laughed it off, thinking that it would never happen, because she wasn't going to drink. She thought he was just making sure she knew that he cared. But when she woke up in that bed, she knew she needed to tell him. So, once she had a chance to get her bearings, and talked to the girl that came to the door with breakfast and the aspirin, she made the call.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Well, first he asked if I was okay. But once I'd confessed everything, and told him what you did, well, he was relieved, because nothing happened. But then he said that I was lucky that I came on to a guy that had character, and didn't take advantage of the situation. And THEN, he told me what my punishment was."

"Your...punishment?"

"Like I said, Michael made it very clear that if I messed up, there would be consequences that I would have to pay. And, that's why I came to see you."

"I really don't see what you did that would..."

"Neil, that's between me, and Michael. But I did do some things last night, and he knows about them, because I told him. All part of being honest with each other. And I'm pretty sure that you and Ann are the same way, just based on what I heard on the phone earlier. Right?"

Claudia had a point. I'd told Ann about what happened between Claudia and me as soon as she called me...and all I'd done was get a hotel room for Claudia and make sure she was taken care of. It wasn't a confession, but I still felt compelled to let Ann know. So I could relate to Claudia's position; how she might have felt a little guilty, and feeling the need to cleanse herself of that moment by talking to her husband. But I wasn't sure what she was getting at. Whatever Claudia had done was basically flirting...and I couldn't see the seriousness in that.

Still, I respected Claudia's stance, and said, "You're right. Ann and I tell each other what's going on. There has to be trust."

"Yes...and Michael said I couldn't be trusted when wine was involved. And since I just proved that to be true, well...here I am."

"And what...exactly, does that mean?"

"My...punishment, is that I have to repay you for what you did last night. And I have to do it by making good on what I said, and what I implied."

"I told you...I'm not taking any money, Claudia. I don't want..."

"I know, Neil. Michael told me that you would be insulted if I offered to give you the money for what you spent. He said you were just helping out a new friend, and men like you don't think about the money. You just did what you knew was right. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't still repay you for what you did...in some way. Does it?"

"Uh...I suppose?" I said, coming out as a question.

"Good. So, first, I have to make good on what I said last night...then we can move on to thanking you," she said as she turned around, leaning a little over the table. Looking over her left shoulder, her eyes twinkled as she said, "Do you mind giving me a hand?"