Ann: The Married Years Ch. 05

They'd go to dinner, dressed up, but dressed for sex, both wearing miniskirts, both conveniently forgetting their bras and panties. Hell, neither of them had worn panties since they'd arrived, except for bikini bottoms when they went to the beach. And as they devised their plan they were only in skimpy g-strings, which was as close to naked as they could get. But they confirmed the no underwear rule for the night.

They'd find a restaurant with a booth; someplace dark and elegant. Someplace that seemed both hip and reclusive. They wanted it to be special, but also where they could feel free to be themselves. The type of cuisine wouldn't matter as much as the rest, but they wanted it to be very good. She was saying the place should be 'swanky'. Ann put the 'chic' tag on it. But both agreed they'd know it when they saw it. The one agreement more than any other was it had to have a booth.

They'd swap husbands. Not just in some kind of sexual sense. They wanted to pretend to be married to the other man, at least for a few hours. And as odd as that was to her, it was actually Ann's idea. She came up with the booth scenario, wanting to be able to sit next to her husband. But Ann wanted to change husbands altogether. While it scared her at first, Ann insisted that it would be amazing, and as she described the idea she had, it was hard to disagree.

They'd play at the table, feeding them, making the dinner as sexual as possible. And they would let the men know early on what the game was, avoiding any issues up front. Dinner was to sell them on the idea, and turn them on in the process. Hiding their agenda would be counterproductive, according to Ann.

They'd take separate cabs back to the condo. Yes, it was impractical from a money standpoint. But Ann insisted it would help the men in the role playing. And, it would be less crowded, giving them more room. They were to feel the men up, keeping them turned on. Kissing and groping was to be expected, and encouraged. But there would be no actual sex in the cabs. Ann insisted that anything sexual had to be in front of their significant other to help keep things in perspective.

"Never do anything like that behind Jeremy's back, unless he knows ahead of time and you know he's okay with it," she said.

"Uh... we just had sex this morning, Anna."

"Trust me, I don't think he'll mind that," she winked. "Neil was pretty clear with me that what I do with women is something he likes to be surprised about."

"Good lord, Ann... just how many women are you with?"

"Well, more than I would have ever thought a year ago. Then again, I'd never considered it before I met Neil. He's brought out so much of my sexuality that I never knew was inside me."

"Hmm... I can see that," she reminisced, thinking how he'd done the same for her.

"Anyway... I was talking more about anything to do with another man or a situation like we're going to spring on him tonight. He won't have a lot of time to process all of this, so when I reassure him that you're only doing what I'm doing with him in the taxi... and I'll have to, it will him keep excited about everything."

They agreed they'd strip as soon as the got in the door, but they'd strip for them first, and then help the men out of their clothes. From there, they'd get some wine, and head for the pit. Once there, they'd put on a show for the guys first. Ann would eat her, before she'd return the favor. And then they'd crawl into a 69 for them, and for each other. Afterward they'd crawl to their new partner for the evening, and suck his cock... slowly, dragging it out. They even went over how they'd do it.

"It should be like they're each looking in a mirror across from them," Ann said with a smile.

"I... I can't believe how fast you come up with this stuff. This is going to be awesome."

"Thanks. It's kind of a gift."

There was much discussion about where to let them cum. Do they swallow? Do they spit? Should they even share the loads? She was conflicted, but Ann finally said, "You know, a good wife should let her husband cum where he wants. If they want us to swallow for them, that's what a good wife is supposed to do. If they cum on us somewhere, we let the other wife clean up the mess. But, we have to ask them where they want to cum."

"Oh god, I LOVE that idea," she said, squeezing her hand.

"Once they cum, we turn over and make them eat us until we cum again. And then we suck them off until they're hard, and they can tell us what they want to do, other than fuck us."

"Oh Ann, I think this is going to be so much fun!"

"It will be, if we stick to the plan."

"What's that mean?"

"We're in charge, Dawn. We're switching husbands, but we are in control."

"Yeah... okay."

"Well I don't know about Jeremy, but I know Neil. And you should too. At some point, he's going to want to take control. I love letting him do that most of the time... but not tonight. You and I have to direct where this goes."

"I don't understand. Why's that so important?"

"Because of the history you have with my husband. Jeremy is the one at risk here. It's his heart that will be broken if we don't do this right. You'll be with Neil. I'm totally okay with that. But this will be a huge shock to him. And if Neil starts taking control of what you two do, Jeremy is going to be focused on that. He may be okay with it, but he's going to be harder for me to take care of him. And I want to have fun too."

"Alright. That makes sense. I can do that."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," she shrugged.

"Tell you want, let's make this interesting," Ann said, the devilish look on her face making Dawn shiver. "The first one to stray away from the plan... loses."

"Uh, okay. Loses what?"

"Control," she smiled.

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Ann had her work cut of for her. She knew Neil was about to take Dawn for an incredible ride with his mouth. He'd made her cum twice already, one of them shaking the walls of the room. She could only imagine how she was going to go off when he put all his attention into eating her sweet pussy. He was so gifted at cunnilingus, going out of his way to make the experience as incredible as possible. She knew that... and so did Dawn.

But Jeremy didn't. He may have heard about it, but frankly that was unlikely a topic for he and his wife to have talked about. And if they had, it certainly wouldn't have been like being in the same room when it happened. That's one of the reasons she insisted they stick to the plan, so she'd have Jeremy's undivided attention. If Neil was eating Dawn while Jeremy was eating her, she could control him... using his hair if she had to, keeping him in place and motivated.

Now, he'd be watching Neil suck his wife's pussy, and the control she'd hoped for was compromised.

"At least I get control of the ending," she smiled as she looked up into her pretend husband's face.

Thankfully, her remark about the size of her breasts brought him back to her. And the way he reacted to that comment made her heart pound with anticipation. It was exactly what she needed to hear, and she knew from his expressive eyes that he meant it.

She grabbed the base of his cock underneath his balls, the big sack resting on the back of her hand. Holding tight, she squeezed, making his cock move. Her tongue flicked over the head, precum again flowing, and she tasted it, moaning in a way that made his body ache for her to suck him.

She studied the thick veins running down the length, giving it life, admiring the color of his skin as it seemed to change with how she held him. Knowing what was going on behind her, she didn't want to wait too long, fearful that something Neil would do might draw his attention away again. She couldn't count on Dawn being quiet; her only choice was to make sure whatever was happening on the other side of the pit didn't interest Jeremy as much as what she was doing. She needed to get moving, but she loved having a new thick cock to play with, and it looked so beautiful in her devious little hands.

Swirling her tongue around the head, she coated it with her saliva, letting it flow down over the mushroom cap onto the shaft. His approving moan had her smiling, and she kissed the tip once more, before parting her lips. She took just the head in her mouth, using her tongue to dig into the little hole, searching for more precum. All the while she was staring into his eyes, making a note of how he responded to what she was doing.

"Do you want me to suck you now, honey?" she asked, wanting to hear him say it.

There was no hesitation. He was new to role playing, having only done several things with Dawn. She was a natural at it, and he found that he liked it. He didn't care if they were playing a game at the moment, though. All he cared about was what Ann was doing to him, and that he needed more. Still, he saw the look in her eyes, and he had enough presence of mind to remember his place and who he was pretending to be for her.

"Oh sweet... fuck! Yes, Anna. I need to cum so bad," he pleaded.

Taking the head past her lips, she took a couple of inches into her mouth. She began slowly taking more and more as her head bobbed up and down. She scooted up, having to take her eyes off his so she could make the blowjob more memorable. And she did that by continuing to engulf more of his thick prick.

With each additional inch that disappeared into her mouth, Jeremy's eyes grew wider. When she finally bottomed out, the entire length lodged in her throat, he let out a loud groan.

"Fuck! How did you DO that!" he exclaimed, his head leaning back as he stared at the ceiling. That is until she licked his balls in that position, and he closed his eyes.

Dawn couldn't help but look in that direction, wondering just what it was that Ann was doing to him that would make him act that way. She knew instantly, just from the way her body hovered over his crotch. She was deepthroating him. And when she saw her start fucking his cock hard and fast like that, she had a flash of worry run through her mind.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," she wondered, comparing her skills with that of her friend.

But that was a fleeting thought. Neil knew what Ann was doing, and felt Dawn's change in mood even from his position between her legs. Knowing he had to keep her focused on him and not her husband, he attacked her pussy. He'd been teasing her, drawing out the process, wanting it to last as long as possible. That changed when Ann upped the ante. It was like the two were now competing and he relished the challenge. Slipping a finger into Dawn's ass, he wormed it deep, making her hips buck into his chin.

"OH FUCK!" she yelled, stunned by the sudden change in his tactics.

Ann moved quickly, her head a blur as she fucked Jeremy in the only way she could. She was taking him deep, her saliva flowing, the gargling sounds coming from her throat resonating in the room. His hands found her head, guiding her, his hips involuntarily moving upward, jamming his crotch into her face with each stroke. When she sensed him nearing his orgasm, she pulled off for just a second.

"Where do you want to cum, Jeremy?" she asked, stroking his shaft with her hand as she waited for an answer.

He was stunned by the question, his brain on overload. She worried he might just explode in her hand, and she hated that idea. She wanted to swallow his load, or wear it. She started to take him back into her mouth when he finally processed what she'd asked.

"Your tits, sweetie!" he smiled.

She swallowed him again, knowing he'd let her know the perfect moment. It came just as Dawn was announcing she was cumming for Neil. Pulling off, she moved up and contorted her body, jacking his shaft as she sucked on his balls.

"I'M CUMMING ANNA!" he yelled, his cock spurting jet after jet of hot cum all over her breasts. She aimed the head back and forth, making sure he coated each of them generously, pleased that his load was a big one.

When he finished, she sucked him again, tasting his sperm, moaning as she worked for every last drop. But not before Neil took a quick moment to document their ending, taking a couple of quick pictures before dropping the camera to take another swipe of his tongue across Dawn's convulsing pussy.

Jeremy's eyes were only on Ann through, captured by her sweet smile. "God, that was amazing... sweetheart," he panted when she finally moved up.

He blanched at first when she went to kiss him, but he relented, tasting himself on her lips as she tongued his mouth. She giggled when she pulled away, slowly stroking his cock.

"I'll be right back... I need to get cleaned up," she grinned. She crawled sexily over to Dawn, taking her by the hair, forcefully pulling her toward her chest. "Clean up my husband's cum," she ordered with a naughty smile.

"I guess you're in charge now," Dawn said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, I am. Now get busy."

Neil grabbed the camera again as Dawn licked cum off of her breasts seductively, making a show of it while savoring the taste. She even brought some up and shared it with Ann in a long, steamy kiss. But before she let things get out of hand, Ann broke away.

"You need to take care of you r husband, Dawn. It's time for mine to take care of me."

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Jeremy was enamored with Ann's pussy. Much like she'd studied his cock up close, he was examining her pelvic region like he was an explorer that had stumbled onto some rare artifact. Sure, at first he was drawn to the soft blonde landing strip, and how it played against her deep tan. But he'd seen that from the first day she dropped her robe in front of him.

And of course, there was the erotic novelty of the ring adorning her labia that caught his eye. The intricate design; the tiny diamonds in the diagonal setting, and how it hung perfectly. All of those things had his cock hard and pulsing once again.

But it was the simple look of her bare crotch that really had him worked up. He loved Dawn; everything about her, including her smoking hot body, and her totally bald cunt. In fact, the first time he'd ever crawled between her legs and went to lick her beautiful slit, he nearly teared up. It was so smooth and so perfect that it seemed like a work of art.

Ann's gave him that same sense of awe. The way her labia opened, glistening with her wetness, like morning dew on a flower; the parallels were striking. And how her clit protruded from under its little hood, peeking out, reddened and swollen from all of the stimulation she'd already received.

He let out a long, contented sigh, feeling the warmth as he inched closer. His hot breath made Ann swoon, her hands moving to her breasts, cupping them.

Dawn was too far gone to wait. She'd grabbed Neil's shaft, sucking him deep into her mouth. He closed his eyes, going back in time, thinking about how she'd first sucked him and how incredible it felt. He remembered that moment, in his car, the two of them driving back from a softball game to Mark's place. And he remembered what she'd confessed.

Pulling her to the side, he made her get on her knees, her heavy tits swaying beneath her as her head rammed over his shaft. She cupped his balls, thinking it was all about her pleasing him. But once again he showed he was in control, reaching underneath and pulling hard at her nipple, twisting it.

She pulled off for just a second, the amazement showing in her eyes. "You remembered," she panted; her sexy smile belying the fact that what he'd just done was making her become emotional.

"Of course I remembered. You're my wife, aren't you?" he winked, reaching for her other nipple.

She shook, ducking her face, slamming her mouth over his cock again so he couldn't see her eyes mist over. "How did he remember that," she wondered, thinking of how she'd told him in a playful exchange that she loved having her nipples played with when she sucked cock.

But why wouldn't he remember? It was only the most important weekend of his life. The one where he'd been reborn, finding the old Neil, becoming a man once again after having been emasculated for years by his former wife. Dawn had accepted his flirting, not only embracing it, but firing back... and a connection was formed. That little exchange driving down a dark winding road established how their weekend would unfold, and it set in motion who they'd become to each other... lovers.

Hearing him call her his wife set her off. She could feel her loin start to ache, her pussy becoming wet again, if it had ever stopped at all. Her nipples burned, the way he abused them seeming to have a direct connection to her clit, making it throb. He seemed to know exactly what to do to her to make her respond, the touch of his hand sending jolts through her body.

Jeremy leaned in, taking in Ann's sweet aroma. She held still feeling his deliberate breath on her pussy. She wanted him to taste her, but she knew to be patient. While she was in charge, forcing the issue might backfire, and she needed to cum again. Running her fingers through his thick hair, she hoped that might spur him on.

He responded favorably, her intoxicating scent drawing him in. Sucking on her labia, he played with her ring, loving how it made her squirm. He poked around with his tongue, stabbing it here, dragging it there; hoping to keep her off track.

It was such a different approach than Neil. She knew not to bother to compare it to Dawn. Women always made the experience special and they always seemed to make her cum in a different way. They were soft and intuitive. Men were usually more direct, Neil being the notable exception. But Jeremy was on the right track, taking his time, wanting to give.

"Dawn is so lucky," she thought briefly, knowing her friend had indeed found an incredible mate, just like she had.

Curling her leg, she cradled the back of his neck with her calf, pulling him to her, unwilling to wait any longer. He took her hint, probing deeper into her pussy, thrilled at the sweet taste that met his tongue. He lapped and sucked, moving gracefully, finding a rhythm that had her breathing erratically. He'd change up quickly and often, keeping her guessing as to what might come next.

Then he inserted a finger, dipping it inside, curling it. A second finger followed, then a third. He started fucking her with his hand while licking lightly at her clit. She pulled at her nipples, lifting her hips in hopes he might suck her harder. When he finally touched her clit again, she came, her screams seeming melodic as she gripped his hair with her fingers, making him latch on to her bud. She felt the flash of the camera, knowing Neil had found a way to catch her in the act of climaxing, and that had her cumming harder.

When she finally calmed, she looked over at Neil, happily smiling as Dawn continued to suck on his enormous erection. She came to her senses, pulling Jeremy up by his hair, giving him a long, loving kiss.

"That was wonderful, honey," she moaned.

Hugging her, he whispered, "You're an incredible woman, sweetheart."

Deciding it was time to move the evening along, she took his head in her hands, kissing him once more before looking into his eyes. "So is your wife, Jeremy."

They moved over, Ann picking up the camera, while Jeremy leaned to get a closer look at his bride sucking another man's cock. While that may make most men become enraged with jealousy, he obviously was one of those that saw it for what it was. A sexual act between two people he cared about, an act that turned him on; his own pulsing prick being proof.

"You watch, honey. I'll be right back," Ann said as she gave his cock a playful squeeze, handing him the Nikon.

She returned a short time later, buckling the harness of Dawn's strap-on around her waist, making the straps tight to hold the big dildo attached to it in place.