Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05

Yet the idea that she now was telling about more than just what happened during the morning was concerning to her. It wasn't something she'd expected to do, especially now that it was delving into the night of her bachelorette party. She'd sworn that that night was just for her, and she wasn't going to share all the details with him. After all, she never asked about his bachelor party, insisting to him that he keep that night for himself. But that concession had more to do with wanting to keep her night as hers, more than anything else.

She had certainly been curious about what Matt had set up for him for the bachelor party, but not enough that it would mean sharing details of the events of her night. She'd found a way to bury that 'need to know', playing that feeling against her own desire to keep her night of debauchery to herself... and the girls that were actually there. Now she was torn. She accidentally put herself in a place where things didn't add up to Neil, and she didn't like the idea of keeping secrets if they might hurt.

Actually, the things she did during her party hadn't hurt anyone, including him. He knew that, which was why he'd never pressed her for details before. He'd let the subject drop almost as soon as it had happened, some eighteen months or so before. But now she'd brought it up again, and she was kicking herself inside. Just the idea that she now had to tell him that made her cringe.

She wanted to make it all go away, even if it meant he'd back off and they'd stop teasing each other there like they were on the beach. She could live with that. Having to tell him about the night of the party wasn't something she was remotely prepared to do. Her mind was spinning, the dark, forbidden images of that night flashing like perverted, erotic pictures in her head. Images she always hoped to keep between herself and those that were there as part of it.

Why would he need to know that she'd fucked Dawn with a strap-on at Nancy's house before they ever left town, all as part of the rational for letting his former lover come along for the fun?

Okay, so that was actually Tina's idea, but Ann quickly seconded it. To be fair, she ended up fucking every woman that attended the party who Neil had had some kind of sexual encounter with, including Tina. It was all part of letting those women know that he belonged to her now.

But Dawn was the one she had eyes on all along when Tina informed everyone of the rules. It was just like Tina to volunteer to go first, hoping to put the group at ease with doing something so radical to kick off the night, but it worked. It set the tone for what would be a wild, unpredictable night.

While Tina came up with the premise, and was first in line to participate, it was Ann's idea to save Dawn for last. She went even further with her, fucking her in the ass after she finished with her pussy, announcing that it was a way of 'retribution' for Dawn being the first woman Neil had ever done that with. She could still hear Dawn's screams of ecstasy as she came several times from the relentless pounding she gave her that night. Regardless, how Dawn was 'allowed' to attend the bachelorette party wasn't really that important. It wasn't like Ann didn't end up making that up to her later that evening.

And it was quite an evening.

She thought of that night, and how she'd spent the majority of it without clothes. She'd been stripped of them from the start, made to march to the limo that way. The limo was parked behind the Nancy's house, next to the unattached garage behind modest two-story brick home. It was somewhat secluded back there, but it was still a bit unnerving to be naked out in the open, being led forcefully by her arms toward the limousine driver, wearing just her heels while everyone else was fully dressed. It felt humiliating, and in some ways it was. But it turned her on to no end... especially since she was blindfolded, with her wrists tied behind her back at the time. Once in the limo, Tina untied her hands.

The rest of the night, if she was in the limo, she was forcefully stripped naked, only allowed to wear clothes when they left the confines of the big car. She became Tina's plaything, made to do whatever she was told. She was used in any way Tina saw fit to entertain the women of the party. And that was one of the ways she paid Dawn back. She ate her later that night in the back of the limo. In fact, she'd eaten every one of the women Tina had invited at some point during the night, because Tina made her. Every single one of them... twice.

In the process, she'd been fondled, and spanked, and pinched, and eaten, and fucked with dildos at every opportunity along the way. Her pussy and ass were invaded so many times she lost count, by fingers and dildos and vibrators... even the heel of one of the girls' shoe. Her nipples were abused so often they burned, which only made her cunt wetter each time someone played with them. Toward the end of the night, her lips became numb and her jaw was sore from all the cunnilingus she'd performed.

At one point she experienced a stimulus overload. There wasn't a moment in the car when she wasn't doing something sexual, or having something done to her. She was never allowed in a seat, spending the entire time she was in the car on the floor between the plush leather seats, either on her knees or on her back.

The first thing she had to do, as the car was pulling out of Nancy's driveway, was masturbate for them. She was told by Tina that she needed to cum three times before she could stop. That moment, when her third orgasm made her convulse on the floor and the car fall silent, set her mood for the rest of the evening. She was Tina's, and she knew it.

Yes, there had been some fun party games Tina had invented, and she wasn't the only one being 'forced' to do things sexually. Most of the girls lost at some point during Tina's twisted ideas for entertaining the gang, and they had to pay in some sexual way. But whoever won whatever game Tina devised, it was always Ann's talented tongue in their pussy as the prize.

That was one of the reasons for Tina's strict dress code. The women had all been instructed on how to dress; told by Tina to make sure they wore a short miniskirt and heels, along with a sexy top of their choice. She wanted everyone to participate, in part because she didn't want to single Ann out as the only one having to do things. She didn't want the night to seem like she was piling on her friend, hoping to keep everyone on edge.

Ann certainly was, mainly because of the blindfold. She was doing all these things, and having more done to her... so many hands fondling her body it was overwhelming. Even when they would stop at a destination, she had to get dressed with her eyes still covered. She was led into every place they went that night that way; blindfolded. The girls made it seem like it was a surprise party, not wanting her to know where they were going next. Ann knew better. Tina was playing on what she knew about her friend, whispering in her ear when she first tied her hands that she was Annabelle, and she belonged to her for the night.

She was a little surprised Tina didn't tie her hands after that. But Tina didn't want to make a spectacle of it. The blindfold would suffice to set the mood she wanted. While she wanted Ann to know she was in charge, it was a bachelorette party. She wanted Ann to remember the night as lighthearted, yet filled with unexpected thrills and sexual excitement. To that end, she had planned the night out carefully.

It started with dinner. They went to an amazing authentic Japanese restaurant. Nothing that even hinted toward sex happened there, other than Ann wearing the blindfold into the lobby. And again, that seemed more like she was just being led there as a surprise. All Ann could remember was the laughter of a dozen women having a great time together while they ate and shared stories. Then the blindfold was put back on in that same lobby, and she was led to the limo. Naked moments later, she found herself eating a dessert she'd come to love. She didn't know whose pussy it was, only that it was wet and waiting as they made their way to the next stop.

And countless stops were made that night. After dinner they first spent over an hour dancing together in a big group at a nightclub with a live band. The thumping beat and sexy atmosphere was designed to get the women in the right mood. They left the club sweaty and horny, ready for naughtier fun. That started when they went to one of Tina and Ann's favorite haunts; the adult store in the center of town.

Each of the women was given fifty dollars to spend at the store; money fronted by Ann's mother and future mother-in-law. Of course, Jean and Betsy didn't know what the money would be for, but they also knew enough not to ask questions they didn't want the answers to. Tina handed out the cash and gave the women strict instructions. Buy a pair of sexy panties and put them on... except for Ann, who wasn't allowed to wear any that night. They were to spend the rest of the money on a memento for the evening they'd want to use at home.

From there they headed to their next stop, a hip singles bar, where they'd play a special game Tina devised.

Each of the women knew beforehand what might occur that night. Well, other than Ann. They didn't necessarily know what they might be getting into, but they all knew how far Tina would allow things to go. There was going to be nudity. There was going to be sex. There were going to be orgasms in some way, shape or form. And... there were going to be men, albeit in a limited fashion.

Tina established a hard line from the start. It was the same line Ann had with Neil. No fucking men. As for anything up to that line, Tina intended to push the boundaries as far as she could. After all, it was a party specifically designed to be a woman's last night of unabashed sexual freedom before the restrictive bonds of matrimony. At least, that was the tradition, and Tina had every intention to making the night live up to that reputation. It was odd, since everyone knew Ann wasn't going to be that kind of bride, nor Neil that kind of husband. They were going to be an adventurous couple. But the dancing earlier had set the stage for some outrageous fun.

No one was forced, or made to feel obligated to participate. Tina wouldn't have it any other way. But as with any group, there comes peer pressure... so she reiterated that no one should feel they had to do something they weren't comfortable with. That said no one backed down when she challenged the group to a game of pick-up. In Indiana, a pick-up game almost always refers to basketball. But Tina put a different spin on it entirely.

She offered a challenge. Every woman that was going to participate in the game needed to pick-up a guy. And by 'pick-up', that didn't mean just letting him buy a drink and then dance with him on the dance floor. The final step of the three part challenge was to take the guy back to the limo and suck him off. If the limo was occupied, they'd have to find someplace else outside the club to do it.

Just saying they did it wasn't good enough for Tina though. She wanted proof. And proof came in the way of each guy's cum. The women participating... which ended up being all of them, were each given a shot glass with Neil and Ann's name and wedding day etched on it as a party gift. All except Ann, who was forbidden to play.

She was excluded deliberately. Tina was teasing her, wanting any physical encounters she had to be with women. But she also wanted her thinking of men. And watching the girls troll for a cock to suck was part of her plan.

As a twist, Tina instructed the girls they were all to introduce themselves as Anna. She wanted to spread the word around the bar about a mysterious girl that was sucking off guys. She toyed with her friend, saying she wanted to give her a reputation like she used to have.

So to prove Anna was a slut, the women were to suck off their chosen pick-up, then spit his load into the glass and bring it back inside the bar to the table they were all congregated around. The last one to bring back her full shot glass was the loser. She would have to walk back up to the man she sucked off and allow him to remove her new g-string there in the bar for a keepsake.

Nancy was the woman that ended up coming back last to the table. Some of the girls thought she delayed finding a guy to pick-up deliberately so she could be the one. In fact, Ann was the one that raised that possibility, saying Nancy wouldn't consider that a loss at all... as she'd probably pick someone she could hook up with later and the g-string would seal the deal to entice him to meet up and fuck some other night.

Regardless, Nancy acted as if she were ashamed of what she was being forced to do, saying she would rather trade places with Ann and do her task as part of the game. And that was to drink almost a dozen shots glasses filled with cum once everyone was back at the table.

It was one of the sluttiest things Ann had ever done. It gave her a perverse thrill to be downing a glass of sperm from someone she'd never met... or in some cases, even seen. It wasn't something she ever would have considered doing, and it made her wonder how Tina came up with it in the first place. But there she was, playing the obedient slave to Tina's Mistress, making a production of it, savoring the contents.

One of the girls would hand her their proof, stating the name of the man as if it were a drink. Hearing someone proclaim, "Here's a glass of Mike," had a funny ring to it. Then again, she loved drinking shots of Jack at her Super Bowl party; although that drink had the last name Daniels. No one knew the last names of the guys, because they were told to keep the encounters to a first name basis.

Ann would tilt her head letting the milky white cream roll over her tongue, her taste buds sampling it like a fine wine. Then she'd swallow, feeling a tingle run through her as the load would slide down her throat. Finally, she'd lick the glass, cleaning it before handing the empty to the girl that had handed it to her, knowing the shot glass was theirs to keep.

That wicked adventure was followed by two stops to male strip clubs. It wasn't necessarily Ann's cup of tea, but after drinking all that cum her friends collected, she was more open to the idea. With all the pussy she'd been forced to eat, the sight of big bulges in skimpy g-strings was suddenly appealing. She could still taste the lingering effects of the cock-tails she had at the bar... the only drinks she was allowed to have. Having a hard-bodied hunk thrust his pelvis close to her face brought out her lustful instincts; her pussy was dripping wet, and she wanted a cock.

That didn't happen through. She never got a lap dance at the either of the male clubs. She was able to touch a couple of the dancers next to the stage, and she certainly got some eye-candy. Thankfully, it appeared that most of the dancers were naturally well-endowed instead of artificially inflating their crotch sizes. But Tina wouldn't let her go back for a private show. That didn't come until they went to the strip club that featured women dancing; the one where Tiffany worked.

Ann was going to be the star. At least, that was Tina's intention. She was hoping for an amateur night, wanting Ann to go up on stage and actually become a stripper for the leering men in the audience. When she found out that was held a different night, she attempted to persuade the manager to let Ann go up anyway. But he cited rules that wouldn't allow it. Actually, it seemed he didn't want to deal with the headache that would come with setting a precedent, as an amateur on stage would take money away from the girls that worked there.

Tina understood, and found a way around it by making quick friends with Tiffany. It wasn't uncommon for a stripper to take a man on stage and make him part of the show. Tiffany was more than willing to do the same with Ann. She thought it would be a fun change from dancing for man. She had no idea what it would turn into.

A wicked smile appeared on her face as she lay on the beach; Neil continuing to stroke her soft strip of pubic hair beneath her nearly transparent g-string.

"It wasn't Tiffany's fault she didn't know I wasn't wearing panties," she thought.

A shudder ran through body as she remembered how she sat in a chair, placed strategically against the pole in the middle of the stage. She was facing the men in the audience; Tiffany's back to them as she started her routine. She felt her clit begin to throb, recalling how Tiffany had given her an erotic lap dance.

It all seemed so innocent at first. That is if you could separate the idea that a scantily clad woman was gyrating on and around another sexy woman for the entertainment of a male dominated audience. That perception drastically changed when the talented dancer made Ann spread her legs so she could stand between them and rub her tits in her face. For Tiffany, it was a way to expose her cunt to those eyes closest to the stage, offering a hint of what was beneath the baby blue g-string as she bent over at the waist. But the gasp that occurred, then the hooting and hollering that followed, told her something was much different.

"How could she have known Tina wouldn't let me wear them?"

The rush that ran through Ann at that moment on stage was profound. Her pussy was totally exposed, in a club where it was forbidden for the dancers to do the same. She grinned when she remembered the expression on Tiffany's face when she got on her knees to simulate going down on her, the hot breath on her pussy making it drip.

A cool breeze blew off the ocean as those thoughts and hundreds more from that night flashed through her mind like a VHS tape on fast forward. She felt Neil licking at her neck, and she humped her hips ever so slightly, wanting him to press harder against her mound. She didn't anticipate what he did next though.

Feeling the shudder, he knew. It was as instinctive as anything he'd ever felt before. She was fighting the idea of having to share her intimate memories of that night. It had been over six months since the night of their respective parties, and they'd barely talked about them. They each knew a few details, but they agreed early on not to pry. The truth was, just like Ann, he didn't need to know. He trusted his wife, and it was in their past. He was more excited about where they were, and what they were doing in the moment.

Alleviating her fears, he whispered, "Babe, if it had to do with that night, I don't want to know. I assume if Dawn was giving you payback, you likely deserved it."

She let out a long sigh, wondering how she ever became so lucky to have a man in her life like Neil. Any other guy would have been pressing her for details long ago, unable to drop the subject. And now that she'd opened the door, they would have settled for nothing less than full disclosure. Instead, he was letting her off the hook. How could it be that he was in such control that he could put his lust-filled curiosity aside so easily once she implied she would tell him what happened?

"I did," was all she could say, acknowledging she had it coming.

"Okay, so, she fucked you today," he stated, getting back to the present. To what mattered.

Excited that he'd let things slide, she quickly jumped at the chance to tell him about her morning with Dawn, vowing to tread more carefully as she shared the details. "Twice... first in my pussy, and then she fucked my ass. That's when she felt up my pussy. She was rubbing my clit while she pounding my ass with that big thing she was wearing."

"So I guess she did rub your entire body today, didn't she?" he grinned.