Ann: The Married Years Ch. 10

"Oh my God, Neil... this is so incredible!" she squealed.

"Happy Birthday, babe," he said again.

She stared at him, an impish grin on his face that made her smile. Finally relenting, she simply said, "Thank you."

It was the first time she'd acknowledged her birthday without pitching a fit, and that was a good sign. So was when he pulled her deeper into his arms and she let out a small whimper.

"Every woman deserves an orgasm on her birthday," he whispered as he licked at her ear.

She giggled when he lifted her up, her naked body feeling so small in his powerful arms. He centered her on the mattress, laying her on her back. Her legs spread as if they had a will of their own, and she could feel her pussy becoming wet as he moved in position between her thighs.

"Oh yeeessss," she hissed, his hot breath falling over her labia, making them open for him.

She could never fully prepare herself for when he'd eat her pussy, even when she knew he was going to do it ahead of time. He never seemed to do it the same way twice, always keeping her off balance, always making her squirm delightfully in anticipation. This time was no exception. From the moment his tongue swiped lightly across her labia, her hands clutched at the fitted sheet on the bed, knowing from the very start that he was going to torment her, and it was going to lead to an incredible orgasm.

He didn't disappoint. Taking his time, he drew out the encounter. He spent almost a half-hour between her legs, making love to her with his mouth and his fingers. He toyed with her, bringing her close so many times she lost count. He licked, and sucked, and fingered her. Halfway through, she had her first orgasm. It was earth shattering, her screams filling the room as the pleasure ripped through her body... but he didn't let up. He kept going, bringing her to new heights of pleasure, making her cum over and over, until she begged him to stop.

But he didn't. Not at first, anyway. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, frigging her while he snaked his tongue deep into her ass. Her back arched, her hands flying to the headboard to hold on. She actually pulled her legs up, rolling her ass off the mattress, pulling it high in the air. Undaunted, he adjusted his body, the athletic move she made to escape his magical mouth matched by one of his own. She came again from his fingers massaging her g-spot, his mouth still reaming her tight little asshole.

He let her rest, watching her catch her breath as he lay next to her. She looked so beautiful, her tan skin shimmering in the light of the room, a serene expression on her face. His hand went to her stomach and she flinched, her eyes snapping open, only to close again as she moaned. He began toying with her soft strip of hair, licking at the underside of her breast.

"What are you going to do to me now?" she wondered to herself, unable to speak those words, scared of what the answer might be.

He had been contemplating that very thing, going over all of the wonderful options mulling about in his head. He actually considered stopping, thinking about the ordeal he'd just put her through and how she was still clutching at the bars of the headboard, her breathing still ragged. Traipsing his tongue underneath her breasts, he thought about how amazing it would be to make love to her. After all, his cock had been hard the entire time he'd been lying between her sexy legs, licking at her dripping pussy.

Any idea of entertaining that option left when he felt her running her fingers through his hair, her voice quivering as she asked, "Does every girl deserve to be fucked on her birthday too?"

She'd said it in her sexy bedroom voice, but it lacked her usual confidence. It was as if she wasn't sure of what the answer would be; it was asked rather tentatively and teeming with doubt. All of those whines and complaints she'd had about celebrating the day made her wonder if she even deserved that kind of attention from him.

His fingers ran over her breast, tweaking a nipple, her gasped response making his cock twitch inside his boxers, the front of them damp from his precum oozing from the tip.

"So you want to fuck?" he asked, pinching her other nipple, pulling at it until her breast lifted lewdly from her chest.

"UNNNHHYEEESSSS!" she moaned loudly, her eyes half-open and shaking.

Playing with her other nipple the same way, he teased. "How do you want it, Anna?"

Flipping over slowly, she got up on her knees, her elbows resting on the mattress, hands returning to the bars of the headboard. She spread her thighs, lowering her ass, wiggling it seductively for him. Looking over her shoulder, she mewled, "From behind, baby... hard and deep."

Her confidence had quickly returned; the directness in her request had him up on his knees behind her in seconds. Not bothering to remove his boxers, he freed his cock through the loose hole in the front, pressing the thickness of the head against her wet opening.

She steeled herself, locking her legs, waiting for the penetration. He obliged her desires, ripping forward with a powerful crank of his hips, his hard flesh spearing her fully. She growled, the burning sensation from being stretched so wide, so fast practically making her eyes water. She bit her lip, stifling her screams as he began taking his length from her and then returning it exactly how she wanted. He was indeed going hard and deep. He added fast to that all on his own.

He was holding her hips, his strong fingers pawing at her skin. She had sunk further forward, her arms straight out over her head, gripping the metal bars tighter. Her tits were mashing into the soft mattress, rubbing along the silky sheets. Hammering her the way he was, her body rocked back and forth, her head jerking a couple of inches with each stroke.

Her knees started to slip from the constant pounding she was taking. Not forward; they moved out, away from her body, until her entire torso lay flat against the bed, her thighs at a right angle from her sides; her shins at another right angle, feet pointing toward the foot of the bed. His hands went to her lower back, pressing her down into the bed as he slid his knees back, stretching out his legs. It was an awkward position, his shaft unable to go as deep as before. But the angle created friction against her clit and the head of his cock, bringing them both closer. She held on, feeling vulnerable, his body weight pinning her there in that unusual way.

"I feel like a frog," she thought, amused at the way her body had somehow contorted for him in order to be used as she wished. She wondered what she must look like from above, the image making her shiver. She wished at that moment that someone could have taken a picture of them, her gorgeous husband dissecting her with his thick shaft.

He leaned forward, his palms pressing into the mattress next to her body, his arms lifting his upper body so he could ram deeper inside her. He was on his toes, his knees barely touching the mattress, his long frame hovering over her as they fucked.

Well, he fucked. She just laid there, her groin spread as wide as it had ever been for him, his every move bringing her closer to another orgasm. And it came, her cunt gripping at his shaft as it quivered over it.

"NEEEEEIIIILLLLL!" she screamed out, her hands gripping at the bars, squeezing them tighter.

He kept pounding, extending her climax, his cock dragging on her clit.

"OH FUCK... NEEEEIIIILLLLL!" she screamed again, her orgasm becoming a second stronger one, ripped from her defenseless body.

His came shortly after, his cock slipping out of her pussy accidentally in a hasty move to try and bury it all the way inside. Instead, it became cradled in the crevice of her ass, and he humped wildly, unable to slip it back inside. Her ass cheeks seemed to swallow the underside of his cock, and he used them as he continued moving his hips back and forth.

She was disappointed at first, the sudden emptiness in her pussy an unwelcome development. But then she felt it, the hot ropes of thick cum splashing against her skin. His cock was going off, the upturned curve of her ass making each spurt leave his shaft in a long, majestic arc. She felt the first one land between her shoulder blades, and she was sure some hit her hair. From there, he sprayed her back and ass, jet after jet coating her bronze body.

It felt sexy... and naughty. It has been so long since he'd cum on her instead of inside her somewhere, and while it wasn't something she anticipated, it was a welcome change.

"AGGHHHH!" he growled as he finished cumming. Then he gripped his shaft to squeeze every available drop that was left onto her sexy ass, smacking his erection against her cheeks to fling more sperm onto her.

She looked over her shoulder again, a dreamy look in her eyes, her hands still clutching the headboard.

"You got cum all over my birthday suit," she grinned. "Now what am I going to wear?"

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

She came bounding down the hallway wearing her new outfit, actually feeling happy. The shorts fit perfectly, accentuating her ass just the way she liked, while showing off almost every inch of her long, shapely legs. She loved how the silver buttons defined the front, and how the inside of them pressed against her landing strip.

The top clung to her body like it was painted on, her stiff nipples poking into the fabric, a sliver of her toned tan midriff showing. She was wearing her new socks and sneakers, something she normally wouldn't have done in the house, but not caring because the shoes were brand new.

She'd applied an eye shadow that made her eyes look alluring, going perfectly with her outfit. She'd done her hair in pigtails, giving her a much younger look, most likely on purpose. But that also went perfectly with the look of what she was wearing. Unbeknownst to her, it also went with the day he had planned for her.

"You... you look incredible," he stammered.

"Yeah, I do," she replied with a giggle, the response so out of character that it made him laugh. She walked into his open arms, the two hugging as he kissed her neck, lifting her off the floor and twirling her around. Setting her back on her feet, she smiled. "So, am I worth waiting for?"

She was talking about how she looked, but he nodded and said, "I waited for you my whole life, Ann. I'm just glad I have you now."

"Mmm... you do baby," she cooed. "And I think I want to be Anna today."

"You're pretty much Anna every day," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I'm thinking of having my name legally changed to it," she joked, the irony of that being her given name making him laugh out loud.

It was a far cry from where they began the day, and as they climbed into his car to head out to grab a bite to eat, that wasn't lost on him. He'd been worried about how the day was going to play out; that she might get upset at the plans he'd made. Now, he was confident that everything was going to be fine... and fun. All he had to do was get her where he wanted to take her. That turned into a problem though, because he hadn't offered her a choice of where to eat, and she found that unusual.

They had started what she thought was a tradition, going out to eat on each others' birthday, with the person that was actually having the day getting to choose the restaurant. They'd been doing that since they'd been married, so it obviously wasn't a long tradition, but she thought it was a thing they were doing. With him driving with purpose, she'd let it go at first, thinking that maybe he'd just ask along the way. After all, there were no restaurants near their home, and he was generally heading toward a bunch options for her to choose.

Still, he didn't ask, and it started to bother her, especially when he got on the interstate and headed south.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Uh... to eat."

"Don't I get to choose where we're going?"

He'd forgotten that little detail, and a panic set in. He thought he had covered all scenarios, planning for every contingency. But he was suddenly facing the day unraveling after he'd just let his guard down thinking he was home free because she was in such a good mood. Quickly thinking over his options, he realized he really didn't have any. He could plead mea culpa, or he could try to lie his way out of a potential embarrassing situation, in an attempt to throw her off what he was really doing. Or, he could gamble.

He couldn't believe it himself that he chose that final option. But he did, taking a chance that everything would somehow work out if he just did what a husband was supposed to do.

"I'm sorry, Ann... I can't believe I totally forgot about that. Where do you want to go?"

His question made her smile. It also made her second guess everything she was thinking. Just the fact that he asked meant everything. Yet they were already on the interstate. He obviously had someplace in his head, and turning around seemed silly.

"Well, it really doesn't matter to me. Let's just go to wherever we're going."

"Are you sure? I really wasn't thinking."

"So you don't have any place in mind?"

He shrugged and said, "None that's more important than where you want to go. We can turn around if you'd like."

She thought about it. But then she thought about all of the great little places to eat in their favorite town in Northern Virginia, where it appeared they were heading. It was a bigger town, even having a mall. And near that, there were lots of restaurants. Then again, maybe he was taking her someplace in the quaint downtown area. Suddenly excited by the prospect of not knowing, she relaxed.

Leaning over, she patted his thigh as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm hungry baby. Like I said, let's just go where we're going."

He silently breathed a sigh of relief as they crossed the state border. He wasn't sure what he would have done if she would have said to turn the car around at the next exit. It was a calculated risk, but it somehow seemed to be the right one to take. And now that she was settled into her seat with a happy smile on her face, he started to calm, focusing on what he had to do next.

Actually, that was the one detail of his plan he'd never really worked out. He wasn't sure what he was going to say when they got there. He never panicked about it, thinking he'd come up with something like he always did. But that never happened. Pondering different stories and scenarios, nothing he came up with seemed to make any sense. The truth was that there was no way to take her where he'd plan to go without it seeming strange. As he got closer, he decided to take another risk. In some ways it was even bigger. But he was running out of miles, and it was the only way he could think of that he might be able to make things work out.

It was all about timing... well, that and his acting skills. He waited until the exit came into sight, the sign on the side of the road popping into view about a half-mile ahead. He pretended to notice it when they got near enough that he'd have time to react, and he took that second leap of faith, hoping.

"Hey... how hungry are you?" he said excitedly as he geared down to fourth, slowing the car just a bit.

"I'm famished... why?"

"Oh, well, okay," he shrugged, pressing in on the clutch and putting the car back into fifth gear.

"Why, Neil?"

"I just thought we could have a little fun," he said, his eyebrow arching.

"Doing what?" she said, getting excited herself. Of course, when he said fun, she almost always equated that with something sexual. And she was always game for that.

"It's not what you're thinking Anna. I just -"

"What do you want to do, baby?"

"Take you there," he said, motioning toward the sign coming up fast. "It says they have a snack bar. Maybe we can get some cotton candy or some popcorn to tide you over until we go out."

"So, you want to make our lunch into more of a dinner?"

"Yeah, you're right. Let's just go eat."

"No... let's have some fun."

"Are you sure?" he asked, already gearing down as he eased over onto the exit ramp.

"I love cotton candy," she smiled as he navigated the traffic, heading to the Family Fun Center.

It was a playground of sorts. Well, it was actually a place to have fun. It had three eighteen-hole miniature golf courses, batting cages, and a huge arcade. It also had an elaborate go-cart track and a four-story high racing slide; the kind where six people could fly down their own undulating lane riding on top of a big burlap knapsack to go faster. The place was immense, the large main building looking more like a clubhouse for a golf course, housing the arcade and the main desk to get tickets and items for the outside activities.

They had to drive a few miles down the road to where it was located, but she got more excited the closer they got, especially when it came into view. He parked in the lot, having a hard time finding a space at first.

"This place is packed," she said as he turned off the engine.

"We're in no hurry, are we?"

"No. I'm here with you... that's all that matters. I do want to get something to snack on, though."

"Okay, we will."

They casually walked through the doors, his arm around her waist, her head leaning lovingly on his shoulder. Stopping, they both looked around the place, trying to get their bearings. At least, she was. The place was so big, and rather loud, it was a bit overwhelming. He on the other hand, was pausing, all part of his devious plan.

"May I help you?" a cute young woman asked, walking up to them in a bright orange t-shirt emblazoned with the name of the Fun Center on it. She was wearing a nametag, another sure sign that she worked there.

Ann was about to tell her 'no thanks', and that they were just looking around, but Neil had other ideas.

"Hi Autumn," he said, reading her tag. "I'm Neil Thomas... and this is my wife, Anna. We've never been her before." It didn't surprise Ann that he'd introduced himself; or her for that matter. His manners were one of a million little things she found sexy about him.

Autumn lit up, a bright smile on her face as she said, "Well welcome to Jacobs Family Fun Center! Why don't you let me show you around?"

He looked at Ann, who shrugged. It was all a bit unnecessary. The place was big, but it wasn't impossible to figure out where you wanted to go. Still, they found themselves being led on a mini-tour, listening as Autumn told them about the facility with a great deal of charm and enthusiasm.

She took them on an extensive walk outside, talking about what they had, when it was built, plans they had for the future; all kinds of things that the daughter of one of the owners would know; a fact she announced early on during the tour.

As he knew would happen, Ann opened herself up to Autumn as they walked and talked together. She told her about herself and Neil, where they were from... basically their life story together to date. She left out the X-rated details, what with it literally being a family place. Yet once again, he was amazed at the amount of information his wife could pass on in such a short amount of time.

When they finished up the things to do outside, Autumn brought them back into the main building. "Just a couple more things to show you," she said with a grin.

"Do we really need to be doing this?" Ann whispered to Neil.

"No, but I feel guilty now. She's so into this, I think it would be impolite if we stopped her before she's done," he whispered back.

Autumn pointed to the main desk and said, "This is where you buy tickets for anything you want to do except the arcade. You can get your tokens for that in there... we have eight token machines that take anything from quarters up to ten dollar bills. Here at the desk, you get the putters and golf balls for the courses, bats and helmets for the cages, and tickets for the go-carts and the slide." She then pointed to a long hallway; the left side nothing but windows looking out toward the acres of fun happening outside, the right having a bunch of doors. "And those are our party rooms. We have six of them. So, when you finally get around to having kids someday, call us up and book a room for a party."