Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97

After a few pictures, I went out and opened the garage, backing her car inside so I could unload it. She was undeterred, walking out with me, uncaring if someone might peer outside and see her standing naked in the light coming from the sixty watt bulb overhead. We carried her things inside, and then I told her she should go get cleaned up while I unloaded my car. She pouted, but grabbed her overnight bag to head down the hallway.

My intention was to get the hide-a-bed pulled out and made for the night. In fact, I'd told her that I was going to hang some old sheets over the front windows so we'd have some privacy. The front two windows of the living room were the only ones in the house where someone could see inside. Unfortunately, that was the room we'd be sleeping in, and while I didn't have a problem eating her pussy in a darkened house when no one knew we were moving in, I didn't think it would be wise to wake up in a room where the neighbors would be able to watch us sleeping... and whatever else we might feel like doing.

Since we'd be sleeping in the great room until my old bed arrived with the movers early the next week, it made sense to find a way to temporarily cover the windows. That would also give us time to find window treatments that we actually liked instead of having to rush. I quickly unloaded my car, putting everything in what would be the dining room area of the great room. Putting Ann's car back into the garage for the night and closing the overhead door by hand, I walked into the house and started throwing the cushions of the couch onto the floor, ready to pull out the bed.

She had been in the hallway bathroom, mainly because it was closest and centralized in the house, with no windows for anyone to see in. It was an odd bit of modesty on her part, since the only room where anyone could see inside was great room, and she'd just been naked in there while I ate her. Hearing the toilet flush, she walked out, carrying her bag, saying she'd decided that she'd rather use the master bathroom after all. Laughing as I shook my head, I yanked on the handle, the bed easily popping up out of the frame.

I'd just started to put on a fitted sheet over the mattress when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She had come back down the hallway, and stood frozen at the entrance of the room. "You don't need to do that," she said, her voice sounding like she'd just seen the shark in Jaws and she was telling me we needed a bigger boat.

"What?" I asked, unsure I'd heard her right.

"I think you need to come see this," she motioned.

I found myself being led down the hall, watching her sexy ass sway seductively in front of me as she held my hand. I followed her into the master bedroom, where she turned and pointed like a showroom model.

"What the...." I mouthed; my voice catching in my throat.

"My words exactly," she said, clutching onto my arm as she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I think we'll be sleeping in here."

She was right. We weren't going to be sleeping on the hide-a-bed. In fact, we likely weren't going to be sleeping, at least for a while. Whatever we'd end up doing, we'd be doing it in the master bedroom on the majestic king-sized bed that was centered on the wall to our left as we entered the room. I circled the bed, making my way around to the foot, the toy chest placed prominently there in perfect position. I continued to make my way to the other side, standing between the two windows along the back of the room, the little hallway leading to the master bath and the walk-in closet to my right as I stared across the huge mattress toward Ann, who was still by the door.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, the question resonating through the room.

"The furniture store... in Virginia," she replied, a wicked smile on her face as she moved toward the bed, her hands pressing against the mattress like she was testing it. "This is going to be comfortable, baby."

Ignoring the second comment, I remained focused on the first. "What do you mean the furniture store?"

"This is the one we picked out, Neil. Remember?"

Looking at the headboard, the silvery black metal frame with the ornate gold trimming became familiar. It was one of the beds we'd picked out at the store in my old home town in Virginia; the same store where we'd purchased the couch and love set. Ann and I had actually looked at several beds there, and we'd settled on two of them. One was a queen-sized, which was the one we were going to buy when we had the money, as it was more reasonably priced. The one that currently resided in the bedroom was the one we wished we could buy.

Truth be told, I was going to buy it. I'd thought about it several times on the trip home. With the cash gift the Becks had given us, it was going to allow us to do some things for the house that we previously knew we'd have to put off; getting a proper bed for my new wife being one of them. We'd originally planned on using my old bed from my room at my parents' house, which was currently on a moving van somewhere heading east from Indiana. And the original plan was when we had enough money, we were going to get the queen bed. Instead of doing any of that, somehow it was a king, and it had been done for us.

Ann reached for an envelope that was taped to one of the round black bars of the headboard. I smiled, thinking of a conversation I'd had with her at the furniture store, teasing her about how it would be perfect for those nights she was in a more submissive mood. It was lighthearted banter as we went back and forth, trying to turn each other on that day, like every other day we'd ever been together; but we both knew we couldn't afford the bed. Instead of dwelling on that disappointment, she reminded me that we were going to use the big spare bedroom as our makeshift bondage playground. It was her way of letting me know that the bed didn't matter... I did.

Still, she caught me staring at the headboard. Her eyes quickly shifted to the toy chest at the other end, before bringing them back to mine. Reading my mind, she said, "Since we won't have the other bed until next week, we can use this one on Sunday, baby... but just this one time."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, playing dumb.

"After this weekend, any time I'm Annabelle, we're going to be using the dungeon," she smiled.

"The dungeon? What are you talking about... the crawl space?" I wondered, thinking about the area underneath the house, which actually was big enough on one end that we could probably use it that way.

She arched her eyebrow, flashing another wicked grin. "I was talking about the guest room, although now I'm going to have to call it the playroom."

"So there's no dungeon, then," I laughed.

"There might be," she winked. "I might be willing to try the crawlspace once... and we'll see if it stays on our list." I felt myself actually flush with excitement, although I didn't know why. She saw my reaction and held up her hand. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, baby. First, that's one I'd have to approve ahead of time, and it would have to be a lot warmer than it is now. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't excite me."

"Ann, I was just teasing."

"So? Some of our best ideas come from us teasing each other." She waved at me, letting me know it was a subject for another time. "Back to my point, I'm willing to let you use our new bed this weekend when I'm Annabelle. After that, it's off limits."

"Seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?" I laughed.

"Not really," she replied as she opened the envelope, pulling out a card. "You already know I want to keep that side of me detached from the other parts. The easiest way to do that is to have a separate place for when I'm her."

"Well, if that's the case, we'll just have to find some other way on Sunday."

She shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, baby. I'm just letting you know if you want to do it, I'm okay with it this one time." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened the card, her eyes widening as she read it to herself. Looking up at me, I could see the little tear falling from the corner of her eye.

"It's from Carol, isn't it?"

She nodded, reading the card to me.

Neil and Ann,

I suppose saying 'surprise' right now is like putting the cart before the horse, but I can't help it. Surprise!

Ann, if you could have seen the look on Neil's face and how upset he was about the thought of bringing you home to your new house without a real bed to sleep in on your first night, you'd know exactly why there's one in your bedroom right now. And this isn't just any bed. I was told by Adele from the furniture store that this is the one you really wanted all along. I can see why.

She said you were actually going to get a different one. She even had it set aside. But I asked her to show me all the ones you looked at. When I saw this one and she said it was the one you dreamed about, I knew I needed to get for you. It's my wedding gift for the two of you. While the other one was nice, this one is big enough for three people. I suppose I'm being a little presumptuous, but the selfish side of me is hoping that little added benefit is going to be important in the near future.

Congratulations on your wedding. Tina told me it was a beautiful ceremony. I wish I could have been there. I can't wait to see some pictures. Enjoy the bed tonight. I'm sure it's going to get a real workout.

Love,

Carol

Ann looked at me, her eyes misty as she gripped the card. "I... I --"

"I know, babe," I said as I got on the mattress, crawling across the large space between us to hold her.

"How did she get it in here?"

"She introduced us to our realtor. We don't own the house yet."

"And he has a key," she nodded.

Nodding, I said, "I can't believe Carol actually thinks we're going to share this bed with her."

Ann laughed; the mood lightening as she pressed her head into my shoulder. "I can't either. She's such a slut."

"So are you, Anna," I whispered as I kissed her on the forehead.

She giggled, her infectious laugh filling the room. "I know I am. I'm thinking we should invite her over right now,' she moaned.

"I don't think so, babe."

My answer surprised her, and she pulled back, her big brown eyes batting in front of me. "Really?"

"Really. You're the only woman I'll ever need."

"Aw... that's so sweet baby.

"It's true."

"I know... but we are going to do it someday, right?"

"Ha! Yes, Anna. I wouldn't go back on our word with her. She's too good of a friend, and she's done so much for us. But right now --"

"Right now I'm the only woman you need."

"You're the only woman I'll ever need."

"Mmm," she moaned as she kissed me. "And that's one of the reasons I love sharing you so much."

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There wasn't going to be any sharing, at least not for the foreseeable future, and we were both okay with that. But it was exciting to know that those possibilities were still going to exist somewhere down the line. Sure, there might come a time when Ann and I would mutually decide that we were going to permanently curtail our extracurricular sexual activities... at least as far as having additional people in them. But that seemed unlikely, even though those instances were going to be happening far more seldom than before. We both loved the idea of keeping that option open.

But it was closed for now. All my thoughts and dreams were fulfilled by the woman who had given her vows to me, just like I had to her. She was everything I could have hoped for in a wife, and more. And now that I had her in our home, all to myself, all I could do was think about how I wanted to make her happy.

She must have been thinking of doing the same thing for me. We kissed again, her passion making my heart pound as she tongued my mouth. But just as quickly as she started, she stopped, hopping up off the bed.

"I'm going to take that shower now, baby. You get the bed ready... and take your shower in the hall bath. I'll meet you in here in an hour, okay?"

With that, she ushered me out the open bedroom door, giggling as she walked around the corner, locking herself in the master bathroom.

I was suddenly thankful that we'd gotten the set king-sized red satin sheets from Gloria as a sexy wedding gift. I never dreamed we'd actually get to use them, thinking when Ann opened them that we'd be getting the queen-sized bed instead. Once I made the bed, I went down the hall, taking a long, steamy shower to get the day's grime off of me. It was incredible how something as simple as soaping myself under the hot spray could rejuvenate me, but it did. It had been a long day, and I was hoping it would go on a little longer. Actually, the way my cock was throbbing when I dried myself off, I was counting on it.

When I got out of the bathroom, I turned to head toward the bedroom, only to find the door closed and locked. I knew she had her reasons, so I walked into the great room, taking the time to put the hide-a-bed back into the couch. Sitting on the cushions in the dark, my body still warm from the shower, I closed my eyes, feeling my shaft pulse.

By the time the door to the bedroom opened, I had no idea how long I'd been there. I only knew my erection was gone, and I was now on the cold side. I might have even dozed off for a moment.

"I'm ready, Neil," she called down the hallway, her sexy voice enough to arouse my libido once again.

I got up, making my way down the hall, closing the door behind me as I turned to my left to see her lying on the bed. She'd lit a couple of candles, placing them on the windowsills to give us some light, the flickering flames showing the fire in her eyes.

She was wearing a sexy black teddy, the sheer fabric hiding very little. It came down just past her crotch, but that didn't matter with her lying down. She'd pulled it up, showing off the black g-string covering her pussy. I could see her erect nipples through the top, smiling that she'd gone without the matching bra. It was a simple outfit, yet it was like the hottest thing I'd ever seen her wear, partly because of the way it contrasted against the silken red sheets.

I also noticed she'd gone without any heels, a subtle hint of what she was hoping was about to happen. Had she been wearing them, it would have been an obvious sign that she wanted to fuck. But with her bare feet pointing toward the foot of the bed as she lay curled on her side, it was easy to read her body language. She wanted me to make love to her. I couldn't think of a better way to break in the bed.

Crawling up next to her, she pressed her hand against my chest, rolling me onto my back. "My turn," she hissed, kissing me deeply.

Her mouth trailed down my body, kissing my neck and shoulders before taking a long, slow trip down my torso. She inched along, licking, sucking and nibbling as she went. She spent forever toying with my nipples, playing with them in her mouth. I let out a long sigh and she giggled in response, knowing she was getting to me.

Moving further, she dragged her tongue, snaking it along my skin. When Ann dug her tongue into my navel, my cock lurched against her body, and I felt her hand grab it. She squeezed gently as she licked toward my crotch.

She sucked on my balls with such love and attention that I almost felt spoiled. She looked at me, her eyes capturing mine as she licked along the length of my shaft. I'd never seen her look more confident as she took the head of my cock past her lips, sucking on the tip as she pressed it against my stomach.

I groaned at the way she moved, taking me into her mouth. Her tongue was twirling, making me buck my hips as she pulled my shaft straight up. She began sucking me deep, the head of my cock easing down her throat as she inched more and more inside. Finally her lips pressed against the base, creating a seal as she breathed through her nose. She held herself still, humming over my cock as her hands massaged my thighs.

Just as I was getting used to the magical things she was doing with her mouth, she pulled off. In seconds, she stripped off the g-string, lifting her leg over my body as she grabbed my prick, sinking her pussy over me in a long, seductive stroke.

"Oh God," she exhaled, her hands finding my shoulders as she started riding me.

My hands went under her teddy, cupping her breasts as she rose up and down. Taking that as some kind of cue, she reached down and lifted the bottom of the black top, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor with her panties. It was such a rush to see her reflection in the open window, the candles making the image all the more seductive. I loved the idea that we could leave the windows uncovered and no one could see inside, offering an erotic ambiance that I knew we'd take advantage of often.

Having cum twice earlier in the day, we both knew we had a lot of time. She was taking it slow to start, rolling her hips, making the strokes long and deep. After a time, she was tiring, even though she wasn't going that fast. Sensing the need to change things up, I put my arm around her lower back, rolling her over with my cock still impaled deep inside her.

I began humping into her, letting her relax as I did all the work. I was lying on top of her, barely moving my pelvis, wanting her to feel full constantly. I began kissing her, and her hands went around my head, holding us. We kissed more than we made love, paying more attention to what we were doing with our mouths than what was happening below our waists.

She held my head, and I brushed her hair, my groin moving every so often to remind her that I was buried inside. Not that she needed that reminder. The way her pussy was gripping at my shaft, I knew she was letting me know how much she loved having it stuffed full.

As her tongue probed my mouth, our passion slowly started to build once more. I could feel her getting wetter around my shaft and she let out a moan. "I just came," she sighed, even though it was but a tremor. It still counted in her mind, and I knew a bigger one was on the horizon once we decided to finally start again.

It wasn't like I was teasing her, or drawing things out. It was just how things evolved, and it seemed so natural. We were coupled, and that was more than enough for us at the moment. In some silent way we were letting things happen; letting the lovemaking come to us.

It finally did. Ann's right hand drifted down my back, her left leg moving up along my thigh until it rested on my hip. Her fingers started playing with my ass, feeling along the top of my crack, toying with me. As she bent her body to do that, it spread her pussy, making my cock slip deeper inside her tight, wet hole.

"Oh baby," she cooed, a simple cry of passion to let me know she needed more.

My left hand went to her breast, squeezing it as I pulled my cock almost all the way out, before slowly grinding it back inside. She let out a hiss when I did that again, bucking into me slightly the second time. On my third stroke, my hips fired harder, making her shake.

"Uh-huh," she grunted, a little nod of her head as she licked her lips.

I moved up, my knees pulling forward, widening to lower my shaft and give me more leverage. She opened her thighs, her knees bending so that she could put the soles of her feet on my hips. I could feel her labia stretching around my shaft, tightening as she spread herself for me. It was a more vulnerable position, one predicated on a desired result. She wanted to make love... but she wanted it to feel like she was being fucked.

That sounded strange in my head, but I knew what she needed. I grabbed her knees, pressing down on them to make her groin flex. The look in her eyes said it all, even though they were half-closed. She was ready to be taken.

I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I thrust into her, my cock ripping deep until I bottomed out.