Ann: The Married Years Ch. 23

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"Oh my god... Stacy?" Ann mouthed, her friend standing not so innocently on the front porch.

She was there next to Beth, the two of them with postcards in their hands; each penned by Neil, inviting them to have some extra-marital fun. Most of it at Ann's expense. He had undoubtedly written them, but Annabelle had unmistakably signed them, making each of them official in their eyes, not to mention in Ann's.

She wasn't necessarily shocked that Beth was standing there. Okay, she was a little. After all, this was the same woman that had pitched a fit during the first Super Bowl party just because of a little female nudity, only to be banned from the next one. She had to beg to be invited to the third annual party, but that had led to a transformation of sorts. That first party was over two and a half years before. She was most definitely a changed woman since, largely at the behest of her husband Tyler.

He loved Beth. Dearly. That didn't mean he wasn't frustrated with her puritanical views on sexuality. It wasn't like she was a total prude. She was actually fairly adventurous in bed. She actually loved to give head, and she wasn't shy about trying a new position every now and then. But she was what he considered a lights-off wife. Their sexual activity was confined to the bedroom at night, in their bed, and the lights were always off.

She had always dressed conservatively even though she had a killer body. Her viewpoints were just as reserved. He could live with all of that. He had, keeping his thoughts to himself for balance in their relationship. He was sure there were things he did or didn't do that had to have bothered her. Some things just weren't worth arguing about. Where he drew the line is when she put her values and morals above those of others, judging them.

Her reaction to the incident at the initial Super Bowl party, as she called it shortly after, became his final straw. He was disappointed that she'd reacted so rigidly to the harmless nudity that ensued, but he wasn't surprised. He was upset that she felt the need to call Carol days later to express their disapproval of what transpired, but he knew she would. He was livid that her expected reaction and follow-up actions got them uninvited to the second annual event, and he was resolved that there would be no more ignoring her behavior. Things were going to change.

They did with some help. He had wanted their relationship to become more adventurous, encouraging her to follow in her best friend Olivia's footsteps.

That Beth and Olivia were friends, let alone close, was a bit of a surprise. Ben and Tyler were actually the close friends at first, the women being the wives that came along when they would gather as couples. Beth knew that Olivia had a wild streak in her, but not the extent of it. She overlooked some the things she'd seen and heard, and kept her mouth shut about how Olivia dressed when they went out together. She had opinions, but for once she held them to herself because of her husband's relationship with Ben since they worked together.

The more she was around Olivia, the more she came to realize she really liked her. She tried to find a way to accept the outlandish behavior or the way she dressed, thinking of her as simply colorful. Yet she couldn't escape the fact that she always had an incredible experience in her company. Olivia was a good time, and her attitude was infectious.

It was really Tyler that wanted to follow in Ben's footsteps, envying the loving, yet open marriage he and Olivia candidly lived out. Or at least he thought. Ben told him often of things they'd done in the past. Truth be told they hadn't done anything to speak of with people outside their marriage in years. It was the second Super Bowl party that reignited that desire in both of them.

Fueled by his anger over missing Olivia's performance at the end of party two, Tyler got Beth to step out of her comfort zone, using the embarrassment over the fit she threw over party one as leverage.

It took him two years to set things in motion, but he proved to be a patient man. Having been banned from the party the following year because of his wife's prudish reaction, he set out on a course to get her to come out of her shell, things culminating with the most recent party, where he forced her to beg Carol to let them come back, actually denying her sex for months because she wouldn't take the step to make the call like he frequently asked. She thought he'd come around and see things her way. Yet the closer it got to the date of the game, the more she realized his resolve. She also got hornier with each passing day.

What Beth didn't know at the time was that Tyler had talked to Olivia and Ben. He was at a loss as to what to do. He confirmed to them that he still loved Beth deeply, but he couldn't continue to overlook how she pushed her views on others, especially when they were so backward to how he saw the world.

Desperate, he came to them searching for suggestions. Instead they offered a lifeline. Ben had an idea, and all three agreed to set it motion. It was intended to encourage Beth and give her more self-confidence. Most of that task fell to Olivia, who willingly accepted the mission. She worked on her dear friend, finding ways to weave sexual themes into their weekly conversations. With Olivia actually taking Beth's place at the second annual party and becoming one of the Super Bowl sluts in the process, it was easy for her to playfully tease her about being old fashioned and straight-laced, and what a great time she and Tyler had missed out on.

It took time, but Olivia finally began to convince Beth her thinking was skewed. It was the same old story of an overbearing upbringing stifling a woman before she could determine for herself that sex wasn't a bad thing. While Olivia was telling her how incredible her sex life was, Tyler worked the other side of the two-part plan. He started ignoring his wife in the bedroom.

It was a painful, risky tactic; one that could have easily backfired. First of all, it meant deliberately sacrificing sex, something no man is wired to do. Especially if the woman involved was hot and horny. It was difficult to trade certain short-term gratification for the narrow possibilities of long-term sexual nirvana. There was also the potential for the plan cause actual damage to their relationship. He didn't want a divorce. He wanted a more amenable wife with regard to sexuality.

With Olivia constantly telling her of all the incredible sex she was having, and the lack of intimacy she was getting from Tyler, she finally caved. Much like he had, she called upon her friends, looking for helpful advice.

When she came over that night, it was everything Ben could do to contain himself. It was the surest sign they had seen that their plan was actually working. He took the first shot, saying if she was serious about figuring out what was causing Tyler's sudden lack of interest in sex, she should probably look into a mirror. When Beth asked what he meant, she was shocked at his reply.

"Look at you know. You look like you just stepped off the set of Leave it to Beaver. You're living in a Baywatch world now, Beth."

"What? What are you saying?"

"I'm saying it's the 90s, not the 60s. I don't have to go to a seedy theater to watch a stag film. I can walk over to the entertainment center and pop a porn video into the VCR and watch it right now. Or better yet, I can put in one of Olivia and me in a threesome."

Beth glossed over the type of video they'd created, focusing instead on the idea that they'd made one at all. "You've been taped... having... sex?" she whispered, as if it were some kind of secret even though she had just been told.

"Once or twice," she shrugged with a smile.

Ben playfully scoffed at her assertion. "What? I filmed you masturbating naked on the deck just yesterday!"

Olivia pretended to be ashamed at first, before giggling, "That was fun." Turning to Beth, she confessed, "Okay, it's more like once a week. We have dozens of them, actually. I'm kind of a camera junkie. I get off on it."

"You're my own little porn star, is what you are," he said as he got up. "I'll leave you two alone for a while Liv. I'm sure Beth has a lot more questions now."

She did. And they led into a very explicit conversation. Olivia held nothing back, sharing not only everything about her relationship with Ben, but also some of her erotic exploits from college.

By the end of the night, Olivia was finally able to convince Beth to call Carol and beg to be allowed to come to the party.

She'd had the foresight to call Carol ahead of time, knowing Beth had asked to come over because she needed to talk. Olivia shared just enough to set the stage, saying she had heard that there were marital problems between Beth and Tyler. Carol obviously believed her, as she knew the husbands worked at the same company. It was the kind of gossip that seemed believable.

It was all a setup, really, but it worked. Beth discovered herself at that party, and the six months since had been the best of her life, married or otherwise. It wasn't just the unimaginable sex she was suddenly experiencing, which started with eating out Martina at the end of the party right there in front of everyone. It was more than that; she and Tyler had fallen in love all over again.

The sex was magnificent though. She became confident. She felt sexy and alluring. All kinds of feelings and emotions bubbled up inside her. She followed Olivia's lead, listening to her, taking ideas her friend shared and using them in the bedroom with her husband. For his part Tyler stepped up his game as well, knowing his wife was now more receptive to trying new things.

It wasn't long before they went to Ben and Olivia's house for a cookout, and ended up in the living room. She never dreamed she'd ever have sex with another man after she married Tyler. Yet she couldn't get over the thrill of doing it in front of him as he watched, the loving smile on his face telling her how proud he was. She was just as turned on watching him fuck Olivia. And to add to the thrill, she went home with a video tape of the whole thing, which was a massive display of trust on the part of their friends.

Much like stripping off her clothes at the Super Bowl party that night changed her life. And she knew it would never be the same.

Ann knew all of that, but it was still hard to believe. Beth had gone from icy prude to a wanton slut in just a couple of years. While she was happy for her, it was a line she'd never cross herself. She was careful not to judge, mainly because she didn't want to be judged in return. She doubted either of the women waiting patiently for her to open the door would sign up for what she'd been doing the last week, but she loved it, and she certainly wasn't ashamed of it.

Opening the door, she could wrap her head around Beth being there. It was a surprise, but explainable. But Stacy... that didn't make any sense at all. Yes, she'd come to the Super Bowl parties. And yes, she'd participated, at least in the sense that she'd won one of the quarters and she let Ann eat her pussy in front of everyone. But from what she knew, Stacy and Phil weren't like Beth and Tyler. If anything, they were more like her and Neil.

Phil didn't seem to mind Stacy being with other women. Seeing the look in his wife's eyes when Ann licked her to an incredible orgasm had changed them as well. They'd had the best sex of their lives that night when they got home, and it continued for months after. All Stacy could talk about was how incredible it felt to have a woman suck her pussy and he stoked that fire, telling her how much it turned him on to see her like that.

That was the other similarity. Ever since that night, Stacy was definitely into women.

He'd willingly let her come to the house once before, originally thinking she was going to Felicia's for a lesbian day. But Felicia's day turned into Ann's, and the theme changed from a lesbian play date to that of an Egyptian Queen lording over her female slaves, using her one well-hung stud to please many of them. Stacy assumed a purely feminine sexual role though. She never went near Neil.

So it was truly a shock that she was standing there next to Beth when the door finally opened.

"Why would Neil have invited her?" she wondered, puzzled by the idea of Stacy actually fucking him. It just didn't seem right, at least, based on what she knew of her and Phil.

Putting that aside, she knew what she needed to do. They were both there and they had the all-to-familiar postcard invitations in their hands. Assuming her own role of an obedient submissive, she got on her knees and bowed her head to her guests.

"Welcome to my Master's home. Please allow me to get you ready for him."

"Wow... that sounds fun," Beth replied enthusiastically, stepping inside. Stacy stepped in with her, bashfully giggling as they moved past Ann, waiting for her to close the door.

When Ann stood, they got a glimpse of her ass and Beth let out a loud gasp. So did Stacy, but with a noticeable edge of excitement to it.

Stepping forward, she couldn't resist running her hand over the welts. They had gone down considerably from the morning but they were still there, the reddish-purple stripes seeming to call to her. "Oh my god," she whispered.

"I'm fine," Ann quickly responded with a dismissive wave of her hand, not wanting to upset either of them with what she and her husband were doing.

"You... you look beautiful, Annabelle," she sighed wistfully. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," came her candid reply. Turning to see Stacy biting her lip nervously, the sparkle in her eyes unmistakable, she grinned. "And it feels wonderful too."

She watched Stacy shudder as she took their invitations, noticing Neil had changed the times; they were to arrive an hour earlier than all the others. She also noted how starkly different Stacy's was worded from the rest of the ones she'd read, including the one Beth had. A smile came to her face when she compared the post marks. Stacy's was mailed two days later than the other one.

"Hmm... a late addition to the guest list," she smiled. She couldn't help but speculate what events might have inspired the last-minute invitation. She was sure there was a story behind it but it didn't matter. Stacy was in the living room, staring at her ass like it was an invitation all its own.

Placing the postcards on the island she opened the drawer where she kept her stationary, knowing that's where she'd find the latest note of instructions from her Master. Once he'd surprised her with Felicia, he took to placing them there, telling her she wasn't to open the drawer unless someone showed up.

It was a trust thing. Of course, she could peek ahead if she weren't disciplined enough. And she thought about it every night. But she never once looked inside, partly because she liked the surprise of someone showing up and not knowing who. It was one of the few thrills she got watching another woman come to her house to fuck her Master.

She had to think of it that way. It was too difficult to think they were coming to make love to her husband. It was part of the game they were playing, and by sometime in the middle of Wednesday she was only thinking of herself as Annabelle. She was so engrossed in the role, any thoughts of her normal life were neatly tucked away at the other end of the shelf where she usually kept the character she had truly become. For once, Ann was in a box. The sexual symmetry of that would have appealed to her. Being consumed by Annabelle prevented that kind of introspection; that was something Ann would have done.

The other reason she never looked in the drawer was that she didn't want to be disappointed if no one showed. Once Carol came the second night she accepted what Neil was doing. When Heather showed up the following night she was thrilled in a way. While it was harder, she even found a way to appreciate his night with Olivia. From a purely objective point of view, she was a gorgeous creature who knew how to fuck.

Yet she was honestly let down that Beth and Stacy were there. Or perhaps frustrated was a better way to put it. She wanted Neil for herself; upset that she was going to have to share him again. She knew he wouldn't fuck her pussy, but she longed to have his big beautiful cock stuffed deep in her ass or down her throat. And she craved his cum. The thought of another night being denied all those things was making her flustered as she turned on the water in the bathtub.

It was a good thing he had the foresight to make them arrive early. As it was, she was still rushed to get them both prepared for him. It helped that they bathed together in the big tub he had installed. It wasn't as large as the one she had in California at Chad and Dana's house and wasn't a Jacuzzi like that one either. But it was big enough for two people and that made Ann very happy.

Annabelle however, was a little less excited about it. It took longer to clean, what with the milky film that would form every day from the hard water. And suddenly she had two naked babes to wash and shave. Fortunately, she'd had plenty of practice during the week. She made rather quick work of it, even though her guests were busy giggling and playing with each other under that water. They each had a small orgasm; Stacy finger-fucking Beth, who returned the favor by using her toes in Stacy's pussy. It was hard for Ann to concentrate on her work because they were moving so much.

She dried them both off, spraying them with her special perfume, making sure she put it in the same strategic places she always did for her lover. She painted their nails and applied their lipstick, making each of them look stunning in their own way. She even applied just a hint of clear lip gloss to their nipples, something she did to make them shine and stand out. It was another one of her little tricks and both the girls marveled at how it changed their appearance.

"I never would have thought of that," Stacy admitted as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Me either," Beth smiled excitedly.

Ann groaned thinking both of them would be doing it from now on, just like the others she'd shown earlier in the week. Most of them might end up topless at the next Super Bowl party, using all of the accentuating secrets she'd been forced to teach them to make them stand out. The thought of that made her cringe.

Beth got to wear the red flowing robe and it was clear she would be taking Anna's place in the bedroom. What was less clear at first was Stacy's role. Ann read her instructions again, trying to read between the lines. It wasn't that hard, really. She'd just missed it the first time. While he didn't come out and say it, she knew what it meant when he told her how to dress Stacy. And it made her shiver.

Stacy shivered to, as Ann slipped the black leather collar around her neck. It was the collar she normally wore; the one she had on the first time she was ever Annabelle. Slipping the end through the buckle, she made it snug; making sure the silver ring was centered in the front.

"Oh... shit! I can't believe I'm doing this," Stacy said quietly.

"Me either," Ann thought to herself, another streak of jealousy racing through her body.

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Neil was a bit surprised that there was only one car in his driveway when he came home. He'd invited two people over and since everyone that he'd invited during the week had shown up to that point, it seemed odd that one of them had apparently declined. He didn't know what kind of cars Beth and Stacy drove, so he had no way of knowing which one was inside. He didn't dwell on it though, knowing he could make either scenario work. Plus, he still had plan B safely tucked in his back pocket.