Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05

"Uh huh. When we finally finished, she took off the strap-on and we just held each other for a while. It felt so nice just to be in her arms like that. I finally said something about wishing we could stay naked all day, but I also wanted to spend my last day at the beach. And that's when she said we should try to do both. When we got here, we oiled each other up. It's been a pretty good day!"

He pulled his hand away, picking up the bottle of baby oil. Flicking open the cap, he poured some directly on her g-sting, letting the clear liquid flow down over her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she sat up on her elbows, watching him set the bottle down.

"Making it a better day," he grinned. She almost came as soon as his hand touched her crotch. He rubbed the oil over her pussy, pressing his fingers hard against her labia. She started to squirm, but he stopped and quietly scolded her. "Don't draw attention to us, or I'll stop. Just lie there, and act like the Goddess that you are; like you're supposed to be here like this."

He resumed, running his middle finger through the folds of her pussy, pushing the fabric of her g-string into her hole slightly. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit, and she knew he was doing it deliberately. She could feel her body start to flush, not from nerves or embarrassment, but from being so turned on she thought she might burst. His movements were slow and deliberate. He'd move his hand to her thigh or to her stomach, making it harder for people to know for sure what he was up to.

Not that he seemed to care. She was stunned that he never looked around to see who might be looking their way. He only watched her, his movements free and natural, like it was something anybody on the beach would be doing on a picture perfect Friday afternoon.

The truth was, there were so many beautiful half-naked women and men walking around, they didn't bother to see what they were doing there on their towel. And if they did, they didn't care either. That was the atmosphere they were in. Her impression that Miami was an exotic location was accurate, especially on the particular part of the beach they were on. The crowd was indeed international. They'd likely seen it all before. Many had probably done it. So the liberties Neil was taking with his wife on the bright white sand didn't seem to faze anyone else one way or the other.

That didn't stop the thrill she felt when he slipped his hand back underneath her g-string, coming closer and closer to her clit. She felt his fingertip glide over it, her chest jutting upward in anticipation as she caught her breath. Then he toyed with her opening, playing with her ring. She couldn't take it, her hand moving to his body, running along his torso. She wanted to grab his cock, but it was just out of reach, her fingers scratching lightly at his hard stomach.

"Oh God," she mouthed, the words still trapped in her throat as she felt his finger curl, slipping inside her pussy to the first knuckle. There wasn't much penetration, but it might as well have been his entire cock the way it felt to her at that moment. He rested the heel of his hand on her clit again, pushing against it as he cocked his wrist, gently moving that finger in and out of her. It moved so slowly, but he wiggled the end as he fucked her. It seemed like such a minor thing to him, but it sent ripples of pleasure throughout her lower body.

Her tits jutted upward again, her body reacting to how he played with her. She was already perspiring from the sun beating down, but her temperature was rising with her pulse. She tried to breathe calmly, but it was becoming shallower by the second. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, her eyes clamping shut. Her hand left his body, both of them clutching at the sand through towel. Her toes were curling, her body stiff. She had to fight to keep from drawing her legs up and spreading them lewdly, making it obvious to others what he was doing to her.

But he wasn't really doing all the much. It wasn't like he'd started thinking he was going to get her off. He was just toying, and not in a spiteful sense. He'd been inspired by her telling him what she'd done with Dawn, and he wanted to take that excitement she'd felt in coming to a semi-nude beach and build on it. He didn't think about denying her an orgasm deliberately. He just couldn't push things too much because of where they were.

And where she was at the moment was teetering on the edge. At times she was so close she swore she had already started. At others, she knew she was so damn far away. Her climax became the elusive brass ring, seemingly just out of her reach. It was a cruel paradox. She had never wanted to cum so much in her life, and at the same time it scared the hell out of her that it would happen right then and there on that beach.

"Neil, please!" she pleaded, not really sure what for. She wanted to cum desperately, and she was frantic for him to stop... both thoughts colliding in her head at the same time.

"You two look like you're having a good time," Dawn said with a giggle, plopping down on the empty blanket next to Ann.

"The finger stalls are always in the back of the theatre, mate," Jeremy joked, his term lost on Neil.

Still, he found himself removing his hand, licking his finger. Ann whined, but deep down she was relieved. She pulled up her legs at the knees, sitting up on her elbows, her thighs still parted wide as she looked out onto the ocean. She was lost in thought for a moment, watching the big waves cresting in the distance before rolling onto the shore. Her sigh was heavy, and she felt Dawn's arm wrapping around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Ann. We didn't mean to interrupt."

Leaning her head to the left, she rested it against that of her friend. "It's okay, Dawn. I'm not sure I could have handled it anyway."

"Well if anyone could, it would be you."

The words were reassuring, if not a bit presumptuous. But they made her heart smile.

Jeremy teased Neil, kidding him about finger fucking his wife on the beach. "We leave you two alone, and then next thing you know you've got your finger up her fanny."

"Uh, no I didn't."

Dawn laughed and said, "Yes you did."

"No... I didn't."

"I really have to get you a New Zealander dictionary, Neil. Fanny means pussy."

"Good lord! Really! What is it with you people? And how did you learn all of this, Dawn?"

She grinned at her husband, thinking about how she'd had to learn the ins and outs of his slang. But she loved him for it. "Well to be honest, that one was a bit of a hit and miss for me as well. I eventually figured it out, the hard way," she winked.

Ten minutes later they had packed their things, walking up the beach so they could find a taxi to take them back to the condo. Neil and Jeremy were back to talking about their round of golf, reminiscing about great shots, and how they'd pulled one over their opponents.

"Did you see their faces when they realized we actually knew each other," Neil laughed.

"Yeah, that was brilliant," he replied.

Dawn and Ann were reminiscing as well, only about more recent events. "Can I ask you something, Dawn?"

"Of course."

"Were Neil and I being watched on the beach?"

"You mean when we walked up?"

"Yeah."

Shaking her head, she said, "Not that I could tell. We didn't really notice until we were right up on you. Why?"

"I just wonder if we could have gotten away with it," she smiled, a hint of regret in her voice.

"Don't think about that. Think about how much fun we're going to have tonight," she grinned.

Nodding, Ann's spirits picked up. "Do you think they'll go for it?"

"Just stick to the plan. I'm pretty sure if we do, they'll follow us anywhere we want to go."

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"Is this one good enough?" Jeremy asked Dawn, exasperated at the search.

"I don't know, but we'll find out," she said with a smile as she walked through the door with Ann, making the guys wait outside again.

"Women," Neil laughed, infinitely more patient than Jeremy was being.

"Yeah, I guess."

Ann poked her head back through the door and motioned for the men to join them. "This one is great. And there's no wait."

"Why would there be?" Jeremy scoffed. "It's after eight now!"

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"Feeling better now," Ann said to Jeremy, her head resting on his shoulder as she fed him a huge butterfly shrimp dipped in a tasty secret sauce.

"Mmm... yes," he hummed, feeling his wife's foot massaging his balls through his pants.

He looked across the table toward her, watching as Neil nibbled at her earlobe before turning his attention back to his plate of scallops, stabbing one with a tiny fork and bringing it to her mouth.

It was the most unusual dinner ever. Dawn and Ann wanted to go out to eat, deciding that since it was their last night of their respective honeymoons, they wanted to go someplace special. They just didn't happen to have one in mind, other than it had to be a fine dining experience.

When they'd gotten back to the condo from the beach, they all took showers, getting cleaned up and ready as quickly as they could. Well, at least the men had. The women took their time, primping themselves. And as the hour got later, the hungrier Jeremy became. In truth, they were all famished. But he was the one that started lashing out when they began looking for a place to eat, not understanding that the girls had... a plan.

To start, that plan all hinged on finding the right place to eat. It didn't really matter what kind of food establishment they went to, at least as far as the cuisine. They were more interested in the atmosphere. It had to be elegant. It had to be intimate. It had to be dimly lit. And it had to have a booth.

That last criteria was the one that was proving the most difficult. They'd stopped at over a dozen places along a swank part of the city, each one looking amazing. But each one had only tables. It was part of the chic factor, booths seeming to be too pedestrian for their clientele. Any other time, that would have been perfect, because it did make the restaurants feel more stylish. But this was a time where that detail fell further down on the list of requirements.

They found themselves wandering further, away from the trendy strip of dining establishments, toward an older part of town. There, they stumbled upon a seafood place, the front weathered from years near the ocean. But there was also a charm about it. It wasn't pretending to be hip, or fashionable, but you could tell it once was. And that appealed to Ann and Dawn.

So did the booth. They were able to ask for one that was secluded, and with the place only being half full, the request was easily accommodated. Neil sat down and scooted toward the wall, and to his surprise, Dawn sat next to him. It also came as a bit of a shock that Ann sat directly across from him, her dark eyes filled with excitement. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed, knowing they had their reasons, and trusting enough in his wife to go with the flow. Although it did come as a revelation that he suddenly wasn't married to Ann.

When the waitress came to take their order, Dawn clutched onto Neil's arm and announced that both couples were on their honeymoon. But the inference she gave by holding onto him, and then kissing him on the cheek, was that he and Dawn were one of the couples. Ann quickly jumped in, introducing her 'husband' Jeremy.

"What was that all about?" Jeremy asked when the waitress walked away.

"What do you mean?" Dawn replied with an impish grin.

He turned to Ann and said, "You're my wife? What are you two up to?"

"We just thought we could have a little fun on our last night together," Ann hissed, leaning in closer to him, if that were even possible.

"Anna?" Neil said sternly, his eyes narrowing, "What's going on... exactly?"

He felt his wife's bare foot between his legs. Having slipped off her sexy heel, she was toying with his balls like she'd done so many times. But Dawn's hand joined in, gently massaging his suddenly growing shaft.

"I told you, Dawn and I want to have some fun on our last night together. What's to explain?"

"You could start telling me about the whole 'married to Jeremy' thing."

"Okay. Right now, I'm Anna Hunter. And the woman that appears to be playing with your cock under the table is your wife, Dawn Thomas."

"Wait... are we... swapping?" Jeremy asked, before nearly leaping out of his seat when he felt Ann's hand come to rest on his lap, fondling his shaft, making it hard.

"In a matter of speaking, we've already swapped," Dawn nodded. "I told you when we got engaged that I wanted sexual adventure in our lives."

"I know that."

"And we've had an amazing week, haven't we?"

"Well, of course," he replied. Then he leaned forward, almost as if he thought the other real couple at the table couldn't hear him. "Dawn, if you think for one second that I'm going to let you fuck Neil, you're out –"

Dawn put her hand up, a reassuring smile appearing, stopping his train of thought dead on the tracks. "I never said anything about fucking Neil, or anyone else, for that matter. In fact, Ann and I haven't said anything at all about tonight."

Neil found himself chuckling inside. It was like he was watching a conversation between himself and Ann from months before, the two of them learning about each other, searching for a way to experiment sexually as a couple while finding their boundaries. Now, Dawn and Jeremy were doing the same thing in the infancy of their marriage.

Ann stepped in, her hand moving from Jeremy's crotch to his arm. "Trust me Jeremy. I know how dangerous this seems. After all, Neil and Dawn were lovers before we ever came along in their lives. But if they weren't just that, you and I aren't even sitting here tonight, are we?"

"Not sure how that's supposed to make me feel better about this."

"Look, all we're doing is having a little fun. But rest assured, Neil and I have a line that will never be crossed. I don't fuck other men... period."

"Okay... but does that mean he fucks other women?"

Ann shrugged and said, "Occasionally, as long as I'm there and I approve of her. It's kind of hard to explain, but I like sharing him every now and then."

"Again, how is that supposed to make me feel good about swapping?"

Dawn's bare foot landed in Jeremy's lap, her toes pressing against his conflicted cock. "Because, sweetie... I have the same line Ann has. I don't fuck other men either."

"Then what's the point of swapping?"

"Hmm... you'll see," Ann said as she licked the edge of his ear.

The dinner turned out to be fantastic, especially once Jeremy calmed down and relaxed about the whole 'exchanging of the wives' angle. Since both Dawn and Ann were playing with his crotch from time to time, he lost interest in worrying, content to let the evening play out, trusting his wife knew what she was doing.

Neil relaxed as soon as his dinner arrived. He'd come to terms with Ann's sexual escapades months before. She had an active imagination that just happened to be naughty, and he'd yet to have an experience she'd been involved in that he regretted. For him, it was kind of nice to see some other, well... bloke, as Jeremy liked to say, go through the mental torment of whether to participate or not.

Of course, it didn't hurt that both Ann and Dawn were toying with him too, the two of them taking great delight in making both men harder and hornier as they ate a wonderful meal, sharing morsels of food back and forth like they were at some Roman orgy.

If there was a sexy way to eat, Ann and Dawn were attempting to show it. And feeding their new significant other was all a part of the plan. Neil hadn't brought a single mouthful of food to his own mouth. Dawn was taking care of that for him. He'd feed her from time to time, but she was doing most of the work. And Ann was doing the same for Jeremy.

They were on their second bottle of an incredible wine, the peaceful numbness they were all feeling making them giggle as they finished their meal. When the waitress came, Neil was alert enough to grab the check and whip out a credit card, handing it back before Jeremy realized what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Dawn asked.

"Paying for dinner, dear," he smiled, acknowledging their 'relationship'.

"Seriously, Neil, we should split that. This place is expensive."

Breaking character for just a moment, he said, "Dawn, you and Jeremy let us come intrude on your honeymoon. You're paying for the room."

"No we're not. Jeremy's parents are. It's part of their wedding gift. And you're NOT intruding. We're having a blast with you and Anna."

"Nevertheless, we want to do this. Please?"

"Well... okay. But I'm going to have to pay you back somehow," she giggled, her hand going back to his crotch, her mouth moving to his.

Ann watched as her husband shared a long, soulful kiss with Dawn. Turning to Jeremy, she gave him a devilish grin. "How come you don't kiss me like that anymore, honey?"

Her fingers went to the back of his head, twining into his thick strands of hair. Pulling him to her, she parted her lips, closing her eyes as she pressed her mouth to his. She slipped her tongue past his lips, flicking it over his teeth, feeling him moan in her mouth. She took his hand, placing it on her chest, holding it over her tit to let him know where her mind was.

When they finally pulled back, they caught Dawn and Neil staring at them out of the corner of their eyes. Panicking, Jeremy pulled his hand away from Ann's breast, much to her chagrin.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I... I don't know," he stuttered.

"Just so you know, Dawn and I've talked about this. So, until we swap back, I'm your wife. And anything goes... except for fucking. Okay?"

"Same here love," Dawn whispered to Neil, the back of her fingers brushing against his cheek.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil couldn't stop grinning. He was trapped in the middle of a déjà vu moment, the erotic dream he'd had more than once coming to life before his very eyes. "God my cock hurts," he said to himself, resisting the urge to stroke the throbbing shaft.

He'd first had that dream a year before, the very week he'd first met Dawn, and then found Ann a few days later. Those two women, and the amazing sexual experiences he'd had with each of them individually during that nine-day span filled his visions on what seemed like an hourly basis. And then one magical night, they'd melded, both women popping into his head, the erotic images seeming so real.

He'd fallen for both of them in one way or another. He was so deeply in love with Ann that he asked her to marry him, unwilling to let her walk out of his life. Dawn had become his lover, the intensity of their relationship becoming one that he knew he'd carry a place in his heart for her forever. And both of those liaisons happened so close together that they started to mesh as one in his dreams.

Dawn would pop into his head, and he would begin fantasizing in his subconscious about how she had sex with Jill on the floor of Mark's home. And somehow, Jill turned into Ann. It became the two of them writhing together in perfect time with the X-rated movie playing on the television. He'd had that dream many times since, even shortly after he got married, mainly because Ann had put on the wig Dawn had given her as a naughty wedding gift and pretended to be the character she'd played that night. In that dream, Dawn became Jill, and the roles were switched.

And now they'd switched again, and it wasn't a dream. It was real, and yet it was still so strangely odd.

Dawn was playing his wife. Ann was pretending to be Jeremy's. Yet soon after they'd found their way back to the condo, they began the night's fun doing what they would have done no matter who they were supposed to be married to. The women were having sex with each other. It was all a part of their plan.