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?