Ann: The Married Years Ch. 28

"Does he still work here?"

"No. He's at work right now. We both work the night shift now. It's a lot better than afternoons."

"You just said he doesn't work here. That doesn't make any sense."

"Who's Johnny, besides your fiance?" Ann asked.

"He used to be the bellhop here," Neil answered.

Tammy corrected him. "He was never a bellhop. Not really. That was one of his part-time jobs while he was in school. He's at the hospital right now, doing his residency. He's in his second year, and he's finally getting paid. But it's hard. Damn hard."

"When are you getting married?"

"When he's done with the residency. He's going to be a radiologist."

"So, why are you here? Why are you doing this if you're engaged?" Neil asked.

"Ha! Weren't you both engaged when I met you? I'm here because Ann created a world that allowed me to become who I am today. If I don't meet you, I doubt... I really doubt I end up with Johnny. And we certainly don't become a couple like we have. Our life is incredible, especially the sex. We have you both to thank for that. I just never thought I'd get the chance to personally do it. And somehow, this seems to be the most appropriate way, doesn't it?"

"Johnny's okay with this?"

"He is," she smiled.

"You're certain. This seems a bit of a stretch to me."

"No worries. We have kind of an open relationship. Not totally, but... we have fun. I'm not going to say anything else right now, but trust me, he's okay with this."

"He's okay with you fucking Neil?" Ann wondered, wanting confirmation.

"No. But I'm not fucking Neil. I'm Agent Nichols, on a mission with the FBI. My contact is James Bond. You don't accept that assignment without expecting to get fucked... or shot. Both are equally plausible outcomes, really," she laughed as she flipped the switch to start the elevator again.

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"Are you really bisexual?" Tammy asked.

Ann was toying with Tammy's tuft of pubic hair, playing with the strands as she lightly teased her labia with her tongue. Peering up from between her luscious thighs, she replied, "Is it that hard to believe?"

"Well, not the way you make me cum. I just don't think I've ever met someone that admitted it before."

"There's nothing to admit, really. It's just who I am."

"It took you quite a while to accept it, Miss Moneypenny," Neil opined.

"Seriously... she doesn't have a first fucking name?" Ann joked.

"Not according to Ian Fleming. He never gave her one in his novels, and because of that, no one has seen fit to do it in a film."

"Well you know she has one. It's so clunky that she doesn't. Can you call me something besides just that, please?"

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know... Ann? She's Tammy, for god's sake."

"Okay, Ann", he laughed. "My point remains, it took you quite a while to accept being bisexual, but you know you were one long before that."

"Well, that's true. I really always have been. I just needed the right person to help me express what I'd kept buried my whole life. Funny that it was a man that led me to expressing my true self with other women."

"Huh. I wonder if I am then?" Tammy questioned.

"I think you'd know. James is right, it's more about accepting it."

"Well, is there a number, or some kind of frequency?"

"It's not the act, Tammy. I'm not bisexual because I have sex with women. I was before I ever gave in those desires. I'm bisexual because I'm attracted to women as much as men. It's the emotional connection, the feelings I have."

"Well, it may be the orgasms talking, but I'm feeling it right now."

"Come here," Neil snarled, grabbing her by the ankle, dragging her toward him. She squealed as he grabbed her other one, spreading her wide. "I'll snap you out of it!"

"If it worked that way, I never would have accepted being bisexual, baby. Not with the way you fuck me," Ann cooed.

She spread her legs, the huge load of cum he had deposited having long since been sucked up and swallowed by the talented Tammy. Frequency aside, if skill were the only criteria, Ann would have classified her as a lesbian. As it was, Tammy proved more than a novice. Ann wondered just how many female lovers she had been with.

Her point to Neil was that the way he could wield his magnificent cock was so incredible, there was no need to look elsewhere for sexual gratification. That's why she knew she was bisexual. She loved being with women even though she was married to the most incredible man on the planet in her eyes. They provided a different dynamic that she ached for. It was something she'd suppressed her entire life, holding true to midwestern family values even during her ten years living in California. It wasn't until she became engaged and was about to move away that she finally succumbed to those deep inner feelings. The security the love her future husband provided allowed her to explore. First with her friend Dana just before she and Neil started their cross-country journey, and more explosively with Maryam, an exotic masseuse at a luxury hotel in Salt Lake City.

The experiences with Dana were fun and playful, but they were also safe. Dana was a trusted friend, and an excellent choice to whet her sexual horizons. Maryam... Maryam was daring. She was provocative. She was a sexual playground.

Maryam wasn't bisexual, or gay. But she was adventurous, and she picked up on the aura that Ann was exuding. Their time together was personally transforming for Ann, who became the aggressor. She never envisioned herself as being the one initiating the action, yet she had. Ann was drawn to Maryam, and their chemistry together was powerful. It was that night that she knew she was truly bisexual. She didn't actually admit it to herself for a long time after, but in looking back, that's when she knew her feelings inside were not a phase or a simple experimentation. It was also the night she knew her love for Neil would never waver. By letting her experience Maryam, he set her free. It was profound, and it shaped their future together.

It was that night that made the one they were currently experiencing possible. Neil dragged the thick head of his cock through the folds of Tammy's cunt. She mewled, her wetness inviting his entrance. He teased, slipping an inch inside. Just that stretched her opening wildly, her juices flowing around it. She tried to buck her hips to force more of his glistening shaft inside her. He pressed his hand to her neck, holding her still, and she trembled.

"Please, James!"

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It hadn't taken long once they entered the suite. It was the same one Neil and Tina had stayed in years before, Tammy making sure of it. Neil could picture many of the events from that night in his head. Ann was in her head as well, using the images from the Polaroids that had been taken as reference; she'd viewed them hundreds of times. At that point they'd been committed to memory.

They made their way into the bedroom, Ann being the first to lie on the huge mattress. She beckoned Tammy to join her, the two of them falling into a passionate 69 far sooner than Neil would have expected.

It was Ann's way of literally diving into the mood he'd set up. She didn't want to chicken out, not that she was afraid of being with Tammy. To the contrary, she was excited about the attractive young woman. It had everything to do with committing to the moment. If she gave herself time, she might begin to second-guess her decision, and she wanted him to know just how incredible he was for figuring out a way to make it happen while he was in Indiana. It spoke to her.

"So this is what it feels like when I do this for him," she thought as she slithered her tongue deep inside Tammy's dripping hole.

Her original hope was to have Neil's cock deep inside her. Not that what Tammy was doing wasn't incredible. She found herself close to her first climax almost immediately. Part of that was from the extensive foreplay Neil had been subjecting her to since the airport. In many ways it was a shock she hadn't cum well before then.

"Ooohhhh fuuuuccckkk!" she called out quietly, her chest expanded as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Tammy reveled in that moment. It was the ultimate thank you that she could offer, apropos to what the woman lying beneath her deserved. Ann really had changed her life. From a physical standpoint it obviously had much more to do with Neil and Tina. But she always looked at that weekend in a philosophical sense. If it wasn't for Ann, directing from behind the scenes all the way in California, she was convinced she never would have had the nerve to sleep with Johnny.

As it was, the circumstances of that memorable couple of days set in motion everything that transpired afterwards. James Bond came to town, and instead of death and destruction, he left behind lives that were changed for the better. But she knew Ann had orchestrated the entire thing. It was evident, because she'd talked with her dozens of times to set things up.

It went from her taking delivery of dresses and toy guns, to purchasing movie tickets. She'd upgraded the hotel room on her behalf, and made sure the suit that arrived was pressed and clean for Neil's interview. In between all of those details, she discovered her love of sex with the opposite sex, and the thrill of being exposed as a sex object. She'd never attempted role-playing before, but she and Johnny embraced it during their growth from torrid lovers to a loving, committed couple.

The woman that set her life on a better track was licking between her thighs, about to make her explode. Her body convulsed violently, shaking as her legs locked stiff.

"OHHHH MONEYYYPENNNYYYYY!"

It was the oddest exclamation for announcing an orgasm perhaps ever. It amused Neil, who was watching the women cavorting on the bed as he sat idly by. They'd put on an erotic performance for his benefit, and he was certainly appreciative. He also found some humor in it.

"Never heard that in the movies before," he snickered.

"I forgot you were there," Ann teased.

"I can make you wait longer, Miss Moneypenny. It's already been thirty-one years."

"What?" she smirked.

"I'm only counting the movies, of course. I know those better than the books. But she's been pining for Bond since Dr. No, and the fifteen movies in the franchise since. I don't count the last one with Connery, even though it was Connery. My point is, Moneypenny has been spurned for an awfully long time. License to Kill was what, four years ago? What's one more day?"

"Eternity, James. Get over here and fuck me," she grinned. His love of Bond was indeed impressive. But it had literally been six weeks since he'd fucked her, and it seemed like four years. Or thirty-one. It was an eternity.

He had been sitting shirtless. He stood, slowly removing his pants. The women stopped to watch him.

"Fuck, how does he make that look so sexy?" Tammy wondered.

"I've been asking myself that for four years," Ann replied with a grin. "But it gets me wet every time."

"Yeah. Me too," she sighed.

Tammy gave them their space. She knew from her talks with Carol how long they'd been apart. The initial call came out of the blue, and it was such a revelation.

Working the midnight shift wasn't her dream. She'd longed for day shift, but midnight to eight was much better than four to midnight, and it aligned with Johnny's hours at the hospital. It seemed residents always got the shitty shifts. She changed her hours so they could be together. It was a lonely shift, working through the night, but being able to spend quality time with him made it worth it.

It was odd that she had a message waiting for her. It was even more unusual that the caller requested she call back at whatever time she got the message, saying it was personal, and important. She recognized the name and the company, even though it had been years since she'd worked with them. The number was different than the one she looked up on file, which threw her.

Dialing, she waited until someone picked up like the message requested.

"Hello, this is Carol."

"Miss Shade?"

"Yes. Is this Tammy?"

"Yes. Sorry to bother you so late. I'm on a different shift now."

"I guess a lot has changed in four years. At least you still working at the hotel."

"You make it sound like this is compelling work," she giggled. "How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you'd consider doing something a little north of compelling. How does exciting sound?"

"I'm listening."

"Do you remember James?"

"James? James who?"

"Bond."

"Wait... do you mean Neil?"

"And his wife... Ann."

"I probably remember her more than him... and that says something, because he -"

She paused, censoring herself. But Carol didn't. She knew the entire backstory, including the part she played in it.

"Tammy, Neil fucked me that weekend too. It... it altered my path, to be honest. He and Ann changed the direction of my life that weekend. I'm going to be in their debt forever for rescuing me from a very dark period. Neil did it physically. He gave me a kind of sexual healing I couldn't find on my own. But Ann... well, like you, I hadn't met her at that point either, but she's the reason Neil did what he did, and they're the reason I have Barry. That's an absolute fact."

"My God, you sound exactly like me! I wouldn't be engaged to Johnny if... is this real? Are you serious about what you just said?"

"Very. Neil got the job, as if there was ever a doubt. He blew them away at the interviews. And he's become one of the brightest stars in our corporation now."

"So, you're calling to tell me that?"

"No. I just thought you should know how things ended up though. It's hard to ask you for a favor without you knowing what happened. I should mention that Ann is exactly how you must imagine her, and more. She's... she's my best friend. And I'm not just saying that. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her and Neil, and that's why I'm calling."

Carol explained the circumstances of Neil's trip, and the length of time they'd been apart. She shared almost everything, save the news about the pregnancy. She was sworn to secrecy, and she took it seriously. The four women that knew hadn't shared with anyone, including their significant others.

"Count me in," Tammy said excitedly.

"Don't you need to talk with Johnny first?"

"Yeah, but he's not going to say no. He's only going to be disappointed he won't be a part of it."

"Well, he wouldn't be anyway. Ann doesn't fuck other guys. That's the one line sexually she won't cross. For as charged up as she is, I've always found that remarkable. She has incredible willpower."

"You did say you've had sex with Neil, right?" she laughed.

"Ha. Yes. We've fucked dozens of times over the years, actually."

"Wait... really!?"

"Uh huh. Been in a lot of threesomes with them. And I've fucked him solo since that first weekend. It doesn't happen often. but it has."

"Uh, okay. Well, I was saying that because if you've had sex with him, it's pretty easy to accept why she wouldn't need to fuck another man. I love Johnny with all my heart. I want you to know that. But Neil? From a purely sexual perspective, that man can flat out fuck. I'm tingling right now just thinking about getting the chance to do it again. Do you think it will really happen?"

"Obviously I wouldn't dare promise you that. It's not up to me. But I sense your curiosity over how many times I've hooked up with him and Ann over the years. You should understand I've actually had more sex with her than with him, and it's just as magical, if you can believe it."

"You have? How is that possible?"

"She's gorgeous. She's adventurous. She's funny. And... she's bisexual."

"Holy shit!"

"I used to think the same thing. Now I wonder sometimes if I'm one myself. I know I'm not really, but she's brought out that side of me to the point I don't think about when I have sex with women. It's not as big of a deal, and when I'm in the mood it's incredible. I guess the fact that I said in the mood kind of confirms why I'm really not bisexual, now that I think about it."

"So, you're not."

"No. But if she called right now and told me she wanted me to come over, I'd get wet just thinking about it. And I'd be in my car in less than a minute. She has the same alluring presence about her that he has. Frankly, as a couple, they're dangerous," she laughed.

Tammy was witnessing that lethal combination right in front of her eyes. It was a metaphorical description, but it fit. Another valid comparison would have been dirty dancing partners. Really dirty.

The way they read each other was erotic poetry; the movements filled with grace and power. It was a seductive blend that she found exhilarating to watch. They didn't speak, only grunts and moans filling the room. Tammy remained still, and quiet. She felt privileged to be a guest to their reunion after being apart so long. She didn't want to do anything to disrupt their coupling.

The first time Ann came, Tammy's fingers absentmindedly found her own clit. She wasn't trying to make herself cum. She just wanted to feel more a part of the action without intruding. A climax of her own would surely do that. Instead she was keeping herself primed, patiently waiting for a turn with that magnificent cock. There was no guarantee she'd get one, but she was hopeful.

Neil had hooked Ann's left knee with his arm, pinning her on her side. He was grinding away, his hips moving in an elliptical motion from side to side. It was like he was boring into her wet hole, trying to widen it. The motion against her clit brought her quickly to a second, stronger orgasm.

"Oooohhhhh Shiiiittt!" she hissed, hoping to contain her scream.

Neil could sense it. Ann was percolating, the fire underneath the surface beginning to boil. He knew he was pushing all the right buttons. He just wondered if he was pressing them in the right order, hoping he could remember the launch sequence. It had been too long.

To that point they'd been making love, but he was about to raise the stakes. Her climaxes were mere tremors, really. He could tell she was fighting them, trying to hold them back.

"Hmm... this is going to be good," he realized.

Her second orgasm started building toward a third. He pitched right, hooking her other leg. Rolling her up onto her shoulders, he moved his knees closer to her ass and began jackhammering her without warning. It was like a sports car going from zero to ninety, the sound of his pelvis slapping into her was astounding to Tammy's ears.

His hips were a blur, until he rammed himself deep and held still. He wasn't cumming, and neither was she. But he changed tactics, pulling and twisting her nipples, before he slowly ground into her. The screech that emanated from her lungs was startling, and Tammy recoiled. Then he started pounding her again.

He knew she was close, her chest heaving as she searched for a pattern to breathe. He grinned, knowing he was in control. He could see the surrender in her beautiful brown eyes.

Pulling out abruptly, he began swatting her cunt with his fingers, the wet, sloppy sound one Tammy would never forget. Neither would the move he made next. Slipping three fingers into her, he curled them, ramming them into her as hard and fast as he'd been fucking her. Squeezing her neck, he held firm, telling her what he wanted.

"You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum like I know you can. I'm going to let you breathe once, and then you will cum for me when I tell you. Understand?"

"What?" Tammy questioned in her head, unsure if she heard him right.

Ann nodded as she struggled against his grip, snot bubbles coming out of her nose. Neil released for three beats and she gulped, coughing and spewing as he continued his onslaught. Her tummy began to undulate, the torment within reaching the boiling point.