Ann: The Married Years Ch. 15

She had just recently watched the movie again a few weeks before while Neil was on second shift, picking it out at the video store. She watched it through older, more experienced eyes, and she thought of the love stories and the implied sex. The picture was released in 1963, and there was Cleopatra... there was Elizabeth Taylor, a bona fide movie star, with her cleavage prominently displayed at every turn. There she was in the film lounging in bed like a goddess. There she was, her body veiled by the water in a humongous bath, the idea she was supposed to be naked hitting her in the chest. There she was, her actual naked body barely covered on her screen as she received a massage by a female servant! That scene hit Ann directly between her thighs.

Oh, and there was the little notion that the character was using sex to control the most powerful men in the most powerful Empire of its time. She also had slaves and servants at her beck and call. That led to Ann's fantasies of what it would be like to be that beautiful and that powerful... and to have a sexual appetite like she had.

When Neil said he was done working for the week, her mind raced and the first fantasy that came to mind was the most recent. Knowing what she was supposed to do that day, she found a way to twist those details into what she'd been dreaming about. But it meant having to do a lot of improvising really quickly, and it led to making a deal with Felicia just to make it happen.

"I haven't received a call yet," she said with arched her eyebrow as she stared at her scantily dressed neighbor. "I'm not even sure if I'm going to be Cleopatra."

"You're going to get the call, Ann. Trust me."

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Everyone had arrived by a little after noon. Being there first, Felicia had been designated as the greeter, letting the guests in and giving them a quick rundown of how Ann's latest erotic vision was to be played out. There weren't roles really. Well, there were actually just three roles. Ann was obviously playing Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile...or Queen Cleopatra VII of Egypt, to be accurate, which mattered to her. The girls were all her sexy, willing servants; slaves that were there to do as she commanded. And Neil? He was her male slave, his sole purpose to bring women pleasure. It just so happened that he might accidentally have a lot of his own as a byproduct.

With all the guests finally there they hovered around her on the deck, kind of waiting to see what was going to happen. She gave them a naughty grin and a wink.

"Hi. Thanks for coming," she said nervously. It was the same greeting she had offered to each woman that arrived for her lesbian day. She found it calmed her. She was genuinely happy that so many of her friends loved the idea of spending a kinky day with her.

Eventually smiling, she shook her head. "It's a little weird to think you all want to do this with me. Well, for me. Jeez, I'm not even sure how to say this."

"We're all in, Ann. Just tell us what we're doing," Heather grinned.

"She's right," Carol laughed. "We wouldn't be here if we weren't excited about it. So stop worrying and tell us... what do you want us to do...Cleopatra?"

So it began. She was the only one completely naked, save for the jewelry she was wearing. She'd taken off her the white cover-up. Actually, she had two of the women remove it for her before she got on the lounger. The women, all of them, were clad in very revealing bikinis that didn't cover much. Once she was helped to the lounger she started giving orders.

She wasn't mean about it. There wasn't any barking or yelling. She'd simply give a command. But her voice was deliberately stern, giving little doubt that she expected her instructions to be carried out. The only hard part was that there were so many women participating. She had to find something for each of them to do so they would feel a part, keeping in mind that they were supposed to be her slaves. She was thrilled so many wanted to be included, but it would have been so much easier had there been one or two less attending.

Ann tried to appear authoritative, or even regal. She just wasn't sure what that entailed exactly. It wasn't like she was viewing them as beneath her, although that was part of the role. They weren't wearing chains, or collars. Just like she'd told Neil, she didn't have anything sinister in mind. Well, other than one thing she wanted to cross off her list. It was one of two things she had up her sleeve. The second would only happen if the timing were right. As far as she was concerned the first was going to happen now that she'd gotten the phone call she'd been waiting for. It was a message, actually. One she hadn't expected. She wanted confirmation. She got the keys to the queendom instead. With them, she just had to look for the right opportunity to use them.

She had Stacy and Beth cover her with suntan lotion. Felicia was instructed to bring her wine, while Carol was told to make snacks and keep them coming. That left Heather and Olivia, the two of them having never met before.

"Heather, take Olivia to my royal suite... bring back a harness," she stated as she sipped her wine.

"Harness?"

"Yes... you know the one. Put it on, and bring her back here with you."

While they were gone she had Felicia take the long cushion off the other lounger and place it in the corner of the deck. Then she had her go get the camera out of the closet in the spare bedroom. It wasn't something that the real Cleopatra could have done, but she didn't care. She wanted to capture her day.

"Maybe she had someone draw what happened," she opined, thinking of a scenario to explain how there could have been pictorial proof.

Heather returned wearing the strap-on, the large, black fake cock jutting out from her groin as she led Olivia back onto the deck. Olivia's eyes were wild, the excitement of what was happening hitting her. She'd been on the business end of that very apparatus before; Ann being the one to wield that mighty shaft.

Ann leered at her and pointed to the cushion. "Get on your back, slave." Olivia happily did as she was told, lying there with a wide grin, waiting.

At the same time, Felicia began removing the camera out of its case, a development that wasn't lost on Beth. "Wait... y... you're taking pictures?"

"Everyone will get copies of what they did today. Don't worry."

"I... I'm more worried about other people having copies. I didn't sign up for that."

As she had Carol lower the back of her lounger, she snapped at Beth. "You should have thought of that before you came here... and how dare you question my decisions. You should know I look after my slaves and their well-being. No one will betray my trust in them. They know better! Now get back to your work before I make you feel my wrath."

It was an ominous line, but it was also comical. Still, when Ann flipped over onto her stomach, Beth started rubbing lotion onto her back as if she were stricken by fear. She was surprised by the decision to photograph everything, but she wasn't necessarily opposed to the idea. A part of her wanted pictures of whatever would happen, if for no other reason than to continue to prove to her husband Tyler that she'd totally broken through her prudish shell.

She was suddenly worried though. Ann had raised her voice to her and it sounded serious. She made a mental note to not question anymore. Whatever she was told to do, she'd do it. Not out of fear but out of respect. She didn't want to be the one to ruin a good time again like she had following the first Super Bowl party.

Looking at Heather, Ann nodded toward Olivia, who was playing with her pussy through her bikini bottom as she lay on the cushion on the deck. "Strip her!"

Heather smiled as she got on her knees. Bending down, she turned Olivia on her side, untying the string of her top, taking it off of her. Next she slowly peeled down her bottoms, exposing her dark trimmed bush.

"Entertain me, Heather. Eat her."

"Yes, your highness," she giggled as she spread Olivia's legs, diving in like hungry dog at a food bowl.

Ann was certainly entertained, but more by the reaction of Stacy. She had stopped applying suntan lotion in order to watch what was happening next to her. It seemed to mesmerize her the way Heather went about licking and sucking at Olivia's cunt. She felt her own pussy becoming wet recalling how Ann had taken her in much the same way at the Super Bowl party. That was her first encounter with a woman and it was something she'd thought about almost every day since it happened.

She felt Ann's gentle hand on the back of her head, fingers lacing into her hair. "You've stopped, Stacy. Get back to your job."

"Oh... sorry," she murmured, resuming the circular motion on Ann's shoulder, yet unable to tear her eyes away from the sexual scene playing out inches away from her. Stacy was transfixed.

She had become uneasy when Beth called to tell her that there had been a change to the plans for the day. What she agreed upon to start was already out of her comfort zone; the idea of a threesome with Felicia, whom she'd never met. Beth had talked her into it, convincing her that it would be the perfect way for the two of them to explore being with a woman again. After all, Beth's first lesbian encounter had also been at the party, when she ate out Martina as the finale of the game concluded.

Much like Stacy, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened that night. They had experienced the act from different perspectives, but that night changed them. At least they felt it had when they talked to each other about it. Perhaps it was just the excitement of the setting, doing in front of an audience. Beth reasoned if they went together, they could support each other if they got nervous, and Stacy readily agreed.

That was before things changed; before the plans were altered. Instead of an intimate encounter in a bedroom, she was suddenly involved in a group... outside! Yes, she'd signed on for a threesome, but this was more like something out of an adult movie. Watching Olivia writhe on the cushion, an erotic thought hit her. Could this have been what it was really like in ancient Rome and Egypt?

It was such a heady experience for Ann as well. Two sets of hands rubbing her naked body. Another feeding her grapes and cheese with crackers, all while she watched the two girls on the deck. As she heard the distinctive click of the shutter, Felicia taking yet another picture she was glad that she'd stocked up on film the previous month. It was just the beginning of what was going to be a long, incredible day.

Stacy stopped again, watching what Heather was doing to Olivia. Ann reacted by reaching back again, gripping her hair harder, gently pulling her toward her face. Stacy was startled, her eyes wide as she fell onto her hip. "Distracted?" she asked.

"Y... yes. Sorry, your highness."

"Have you ever eaten a woman, Stacy?" she asked, the question more rhetorical since she could see the answer in her expression.

"N... no."

"But you want to, don't you," she stated, almost as if it were a command.

"I... I don't know."

She did. She wanted to. She dreamed about it ever since Ann had done it to her. Yet this was so different than what she expected. It was all so new to her. She'd only come because Beth made her, telling her that just because plans had changed, it didn't mean it still wouldn't be fun.

Stacy was anxious. Hell, she hadn't even told her husband what she'd been invited to. She was pretty sure he knew what was going on though. Phil had talked on the phone with Beth's husband Tyler and afterward, for whatever reason, he was all for it. She didn't understand why and didn't have the nerve to ask. It was like he'd given a silent blessing; one she didn't want to question because she wanted to be there. But now that she was, her nerves hit.

"What would he say if he knew what I was doing?" she worried.

Ann sensed her trepidation and that made her adjust her plans. She wasn't going to force her, even though she knew that's what she really wanted to do. Instead she decided to soften her stance, hoping to entice her. She started by giving her another task, one that would bring her closer to the action. Since they had finished applying the suntan lotion to her body, Ann decided to make sure none of the other girls burned.

"Stacy, I want you to put lotion on Olivia. You're going to start with her first. You're going to be my lotion slave. When anyone gets naked, your job will be to rub your hands all over their body. And I mean their entire body. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," she replied, her southern politeness coming out.

Before Stacy could get up, Olivia began to cum. Knowing she was about to scream, Ann gave her another order. "Kiss her... quicky!" Stacy panicked, forcing herself on Olivia, their mouths melding together in a forbidden act of lust. Olivia grabbed her by the back of Stacy's head, her shrieking contained by the way they'd locked lips.

When Olivia finally calmed down, she continued the kiss, making it more passionate as Heather lifted up. Ann nodded letting her know to go ahead. Seconds later the large fake penis was thrusting in and out of Olivia's quaking cunt as she held her legs wide by her calves. Stacy pulled back only when Olivia let go of her head, once again mesmerized by what was happening in front of her.

Reaching out Ann gently rubbed Stacy's back. "Go ahead, Stacy. Start putting on her lotion."

It was a simple request but one that resonated as she started applying suntan lotion to a second naked woman... one she barely knew. Hell, she hardly knew half the people there, but that hadn't stopped her from showing up. Covering Olivia's bare breasts, fondling them, she couldn't help but tweak a nipple. Olivia moaned and they locked eyes.

The passionate gaze she received caused an intense reaction inside Stacy, both physically and emotionally. "God! My pussy is dripping!" she realized.

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The debauchery, as Ann had begun to think of it had been going on for almost an hour. Olivia came a second time with Heather using the strap-on. When they'd finished Ann had Stacy clean off the dildo with her mouth, sucking it while it was still firmly connected to Heather's crotch. Felicia took some pictures, trying to be as artistic as she'd seen in the X-rated photo albums Ann had shown her.

Watching Stacy sucking like she had a real cock in her mouth, Ann suddenly remembered there was another person she needed to please. One that she'd neglected far too long. "Carol... I want you to go back and tend to my love slave. He's resting in the guest suite. Bring me his seed."

Carol chuckled at how Ann was talking, trying to sound royal and ancient. It came off as corny, but at the same time she couldn't help but be excited.

"How, Queen Cleopatra?"

"Use your pussy... but bring it to me. Felicia, take her inside and undress her. Then record it for me."

"You have a video recorder?" she asked, wondering if she brought out the wrong camera.

"No... I wish. Use the camera you have so I have a record of her being obedient."

"Yes, your highness."

"Oh... and no speaking. Either of you. He is not to know who you are."

"Won't he know when we walk in?" Carol asked.

"Just go... and do what I say. Come back with just your top on. No one can see you below the waist on the deck. Oh, and put on his strap and ring... you'll know where to find them. I want him hard for me the rest of the day."

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Neil had been awake for a while. He didn't know how long but it seemed like forever. He was happy that he'd gotten some sleep considering how he'd been left, but he was anxious wondering when Ann was going to return and what plans she might have for him. In the meantime all he could do was listen to the radio and sing along.

He was certain he heard the door open, but he wasn't positive until it closed. A sense of relief came over him as he felt the bed move.

"Thank God, Ann. I've been waiting here for hours," he said desperately.

He heard a giggle, knowing instantly it wasn't his wife's. That was followed by a long, wet kiss.

"Ssshhh," Carol hissed. It was the only noise she made and it calmed him, at least to a point. She quickly stripped off her bikini, tossing it aside.

While he wasn't sure who it was he knew enough to keep quiet. He was in too precarious a position to question anything. Besides, he trusted his wife and she promised there wasn't going to be any pain.

Feeling lips sucking at his flaccid cock it started to come to life. Blood filled his veins, the shaft growing and thickening. As the mystery woman sucked on his balls he heard the camera. "There she is," thinking of his wife. "Just like her to bring a friend over and take pictures of me like this."

Felicia moved around, careful to keep quiet as Carol placed the ball strap snuggly in place as his cock started to grow. It was at full size when she carefully rolled the cock ring over his tip. He groaned as she eased it down to the base like it was a condom, feeling his shaft throb harder as it began constricting the blood flow. A low, deep moan left his chest as she made an adjustment to the ball strap, making it tighter before moving up to straddle him. Felicia got a great picture of her face the moment her pussy sank over his cock; eyes closed with her head tilted back, a sweet smile of sexual satisfaction appearing in the lens.

Carol began riding him, gently rolling her hips as she moved up and down over his thickness. Her hand pressed into his chest for leverage, nails digging lightly into his taut skin. She felt a wave of pleasure quickly rising. Could it be that she was so worked up she was going to cum that quickly?

Felicia marveled at how Carol's body responded to his cock. She was also amazed at Neil bound to the bed. Somehow he was still an active lover, lifting his ass and using his hips to pump upward whenever he could. Each time he did Carol would arch her back letting his shaft drag across her clit. The way her breasts swayed as she bounced over him was hypnotic; the slight jiggle when she bottomed out was visual poetry.

Carol tried to suppress her screams when her orgasm hit, a series of small squeaks escaping instead. She'd been given strict orders not to say anything while she was in the room. She could only guess her identity was supposed to remain a secret to him. It was a struggle inside her head to hold in her desire to let the world know her pleasure.

"It's Carol," he recognized as soon as he heard her soft mewls. She'd made those for him before, many times. He didn't want to spoil what Ann was doing for him so he remained silent. It was obvious to him that he wasn't supposed to know who was fucking him.

Oh, was she ever fucking him. Once she came she decided to make him cum too, wanting to please her Queen by offering her his seed. She almost burst out laughing as she thought of Ann saying it that way. "Who the fuck says something likeseed?, she snickered. Still there was something so right about it, seeming to fit with the character and the time period they were supposed to be in.

As Carol sped up Felicia took another picture; a reminder that while she was portraying an Egyptian slave back in the times of Pharaohs and Romans, there were some things that weren't going to fit. While historically impossible she didn't blame Ann for wanting pictures of it. What's the point of going to the lengths they were to make it day feel authentic if you can't bend the laws of time a little and have some fun with it?

And Carol was having fun. She rode him like she was supposed to. After all he was a slave as well, his sole purpose to please those that came into the room to use him. Not lost on her was her mission and as she leaned down and sucked at his ears she accomplished it.