Ann: The Married Years Ch. 30

"Really? Why the change? Is it because she's older?"

"She's not that old. I think it has more to do with where she and Jason are in their relationship right now. She told me a while back that she feels a lot more monogamous of late."

"But she hasn't stopped."

"She's a leopard, Neil. Those spots aren't changing. Not any more than mine are when it comes to being Anna. We are who we are. And who knows, a month from now she may be back to doing it every week. She always seems to get a lot more promiscuous during the summer. My guess is she's about to heat up again. But we'll see."

"So why are you staring out the window?"

"I'm waiting for Brian and Roni to finally leave, which looks like now," she said happily.

"What?"

"Roni and Brian. They've been over at their house... celebrating Father's Day with Jason."

"It's Brian's day too," he replied, thinking of their daughter, Millie.

"Yeah, but they still come over every year."

"So why are you so excited that they're leaving?"

"Felicia and Millie are going to babysit Owen," she said as she handed him to Neil. She put on her short black Kimono robe and grabbed the diaper bag, along with some milk she'd pumped earlier in front of Neil, making him moan at how oddly erotic he'd found the whole process. He'd never seen her do it before, and he actually became hard watching her.

Taking the baby back, she grinned. "Wish Daddy a happy Father's Day and kiss him goodnight, Owen," she said as she held him in front of her husband. Neil did the actually kissing, and then she was off toward the door. "I'll be right back."

He was left to watch her walk across the front yard, heading to the Wallace home. He didn't know she'd called Felicia earlier in the week to see if she'd consider watching Owen so she and Neil could have some fun.

It was actually Felicia's idea to let him spend the night, telling her that Millie would be excited about getting to help take care of a real baby. Ann loved the idea of it, but told her that while he was sleeping through the night, she only intended to leave him for a couple of hours because she didn't want to burden her.

Felicia said it wouldn't be any trouble. After all, Millie would be staying over for the very same reason, so Brian and Veronica could have some much-needed alone time of their own. Ann wasn't sure at first, and she even asked again when she arrived, wanting to make certain that leaving Owen overnight wasn't going to be an imposition.

Felicia insisted. "That will mean Millie will have fun with him in the morning."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. If we need you, you're right next door."

"Well, we will be. But not for the first couple of hours."

"Are you going out?"

"You could say that," she grinned, "Neil's disappointed about the end of the golf tournament. He called it anti-climatic."

"So, where are you going?"

"Golfing," she laughed. "He's always done that with his Dad on Father's Day anyway. And if he wants something more climactic, I think it's my job to give it to him."

She took her time getting Owen settled in with Felicia and Millie. The look on the precocious little girls face when she realized she was really going to get to help watch a baby made Ann melt. Once she accepted that Owen wasn't going to fuss about her leaving, she handed Felicia the diaper bag.

"There are a couple of bottles of breast milk in here, so you might want to put them in the fridge. Also, I put the base of the baby monitor inside. Just plug it in somewhere near the crib. As close as your house is, I'll be able to hear him."

"Is that really necessary?"

"I'll sleep better knowing I can hear him, Felicia. This is the first time I'm leaving him with anyone, and I'm a little nervous as it is."

"Okay, I'll plug it in. But try to relax and enjoy your night, will you? You need a break every now and then."

"Thanks... I will. I'll see you in the morning," she said as she let herself out.

Back in the house, she walked past Neil with a sexy gait, heading down the hallway. It surprised him that she hadn't said anything when she came in, but her wicked expression told him to be patient. He could hear her rummaging in their closet, yet she returned to the living room a moment later still wearing her heels and the Kimono. It puzzled him, but he didn't bother to ask what she was doing, instead simply watching her with a curious eye.

She walked to the door of the garage and came back with a couple of golf balls and the putter from Neil's golf bag.

His interest finally piqued to the point he couldn't hold in his question any longer, he blurted, "What in the world are you doing, Anna?"

"We're going to go night putting," she winked.

"Night putting?"

"You know, putting at night. But I'm not going to be the daughter of the Dean."

"HOLY SHIT!" he said with a huge laugh. She had essentially quoted another line from Caddyshack, but this time she had a naughty smirk on her face.

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the front door, the two of them walking up the hill toward the large apartment/condo complex that loomed there at the top. Past that on the far side there was a parking lot, and beyond that there was the golf course that Neil was still a member of.

She recalled the week a year or so before, when every day they'd had rain. The steady storms rolled through day after day, the conditions rather miserable. But the end of them was memorable. They'd gone out to eat, and another strong front blowing through the area. When they tried to return home, they found the nearby creek had overflowed its banks, closing one road. The other was closed because a tree had fallen on some power lines.

Unable to get to their house, they'd had to park by the clubhouse of the course and ended up walking down one of the cart paths to get home, passing by some dedicated golfers who were holed up underneath a rain shelter hoping for a break in the weather. She could still feel the excitement of Neil exposing her tits to them, and then lifting her dress to show off her ass as they passed by.

Ann was leading Neil back to the scene of that wonderful moment. While it was dark out, the paved paths were clearly visible. The sliver of moon offered plenty of light on the cloudless night. She shivered as they passed the shelter the men had been hiding under, but she took Neil down a different path, heading for the middle of the course. She had something entirely different planned, but in her mind it was just as sexy and exciting.

"So, we're night putting?" he asked quietly, the first words either of them had spoken since she led him from the house.

"Um hmm," she responded happily.

"But you're not the Dean's daughter," he stated, affirming what she'd said at the house.

"No. She was only fifteen. That's gross."

"Who are you then, the Dean's wife?"

"I'm Lacey, and you're Ty."

"But that's not who Ty was with when he told the story in the movie."

"Actually, he never said it was him. He said it was his roommate in college."

"Okay, so we're neither of them?"

"Nope... I already told you I wanted to be Lacey, which means your Ty."

"So why am I not putting a ton of oil on your back and giving you a massage?" he grinned.

"Because it's not my day... it's yours. If you remember, you did put oil on my back on my day, and the massage was wonderful. So was the sex afterwards. That means that in a way we've already done that part of the movie. So, I thought we'd combine a couple of other parts, and see where it takes us. Consider it theatrical license."

"Well, anything you come up with will be better than Caddyshack 2," he laughed.

They walked over a hill, out of sight from anything nearby. They were all alone in the middle of the course. Reaching the fringe of a green, she let go of his hand. Handing him his putter, she dropped the golf balls on the smooth putting surface before removing her robe. Then she started to take off her shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to leave spike marks," she grinned. "And I think these heels will do a lot more damage than anyone's golf shoes."

It stunned him that she even knew what a spike mark was, let alone that she was aware enough not to want to tear up the green with her heels. He was so turned on by the fact that she was naked, he never thought of the course etiquette he normally would display if he were about to step on a green.

"God I love you," he grinned as she finished taking off her other shoe.

She walked toward the pin, her sexy ass sashaying provocatively as she peered back over her shoulder. "I'll tend the flag while you putt, baby."

He couldn't believe how excited he got just from putting a golf ball. Of course, all of that had to do with what essentially was his naked caddy, but he could barely bend over to stroke the ball from the way his cock was throbbing in his shorts. They spent almost twenty minutes just playing around, flirting with each other, the sexual tension increasing by the second.

When Ann got on her hands and knees to line a putt up for him, the groan he let out made her giggle.

"You're looking at the wrong hole, baby," she cooed, wiggling her ass to entice him. She followed that up by flipping over onto her back and spreading her legs, giving him a different target.

She let out a laugh when the ball hit her squarely on the clit from fifteen feet away. "Hmm... you're really good at this," she grinned, getting up to give him a different place to putt. She straddled the actual cup, placing her pussy on the very edge while spreading her legs wide for him. "There, try again."

Shaking his head happily, he stroked another putt, hitting it firm. The ball rapped against her cunt and dropped into the hole. "How was that?" he asked.

"Fucking hot!" she grinned. She took the ball from the cup, placing it against her pussy, teasing herself with it. He thought for a moment that she as going to stuff it inside, but she got up and planted the flag back in the hole.

"Are we done?"

"Oh, we're just getting started, lover."

Sauntering over to her robe, she picked it up, reaching into one of the pockets. She pivoted on her heels, her ankles crossing as she held up two of his neckties. Placing one foot perfectly in front other, she strolled toward him, rolling her hips seductively along the way until she was inches in front of him. Taking one of the ties, she flung it over his head, letting the ends dangle over his shoulders onto his chest. She played with the fabric, pretending in her mind that he was actually wearing it.

Batting her eyes, she looked up at him, licking her lips. "I bet you've got a lot of nice ties."

Neil knew where she was going the moment he saw her holding them. She was still playing Lacey Underall to the hilt, and she was quoting the line she'd mentioned earlier in the day. Knowing how he was supposed to respond as Ty, he said, "How do you mean?"

He could feel her excitement as she asked, "Would you like to tie me up with some of your ties, Ty?"

She was pleading with her eyes; an about face from what she'd said earlier in the day. But this wasn't Annabelle asking him to play. She was still portraying the character from the movie. She'd only brought two ties with her, and they were standing on the green. That left him limited options, but he wasn't going to disappoint her.

He nodded, and she found herself kneeling in front of him as he took the ties from her hand. Stripping off his shirt, he joined her on the grassy surface, telling her to get on her back. In a couple of minutes, the wrists where tied to the outside of her lower legs, her hands gripping her ankles.

"God this is so hot," she panted as she spread her legs for him. He stood, unbuttoning his shorts and lowering his zipper, pulling out his fully erect cock. "Fuck me Ty!"

"You're so fucking hot Lacey," he hissed. He let he shorts drop to the ground and stepped out of them. Seconds later his cock sank into her wetness, almost being pulled in from the way she used her inner walls to grip him.

He began pumping, leaning into her vulnerable body to try and keep his knees off the surface, with little luck. His hand pressed against her shoulder as he tilted her back, lifting her ass, giving him more leverage. The weight shift forced him deeper, and she shivered from the friction against her exposed clit.

She felt her orgasm fast approaching, coming to her quicker than expected. It had been so long since she'd been that way, and she realized just how much she'd missed the thrill of being so free and uninhibited. She missed role-playing like they were, the rush of being someone else, doing things that were anything but safe sexually. While she loved Neil with all her heart, their sex life had become too tame. She needed to be pushed. She needed to be used. She needed to be exposed.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she howled, stiffening underneath him as the wave of pleasure rolled through her groin, spreading quickly to other parts of her body.

He felt her quivering, the suddenness of her orgasm catching him off guard. He knew she was worked up, but he hadn't expected her to cum so soon. That had him bucking harder, trying to increase her pleasure; to keep her cumming longer. His mouth covered hers, stifling the screams that had been bellowed into the night. He pawed at her tits, forgetting they were full, milk coming out from her nipples and running down her skin.

She mumbled, and he lifted up in a bit of a panic, only to be urged on. "Yes! Fuck yes! Squeeze my tit! MILK ME!"

It was such an odd, perverted comment. At least that's how it landed on his ears at first, but she was thrusting her chest up, begging with her body language for him to do just as she pleaded. Gripping firmly, he pressed her flesh together, squeezing harder to make the warm milk flow freely. The thin, white liquid began spraying out all over, landing on her body, much to her delight.

"That is so... fucking... hot," he thought, unwilling to say it loud, but knowing she felt the same way.

"That's it, Ty... milk my big tits!"

He did, but he bucked his hips more, the lewdness of the act having an impact he never saw coming. It wasn't a fantasy, but it was suddenly a sexual desire that needed quenched. And then she upped the wickedness of the moment, asking for something else.

"Suck my tits! Suck my nipples and taste me," she moaned, her pussy convulsing around his rigid shaft.

Latching onto her left nipple, he hollowed his cheeks creating a vacuum. His mouth was filled with her warm breast milk, and it took him back to the time he fucked Melody, the mother he and Tina had encountered on their secret agent mission as James Bond and Pussy Galore. The same tangy taste filled his brain, triggering the memory, and he felt his balls begin to stir.

It was such a bizarre reaction. He didn't think of it as taboo, and it wasn't a fetish he was stoking. He would have never thought to do it if he wasn't urged by his bound wife. But somehow it felt both wrong and right at the same time. Slamming into her pussy harder, the wet sloppy sounds of their bodies conjoining filled the air. It was more primal than he'd felt in ages. Yet as his hands moved to her knees to open her hips even wider, he sensed a presence.

The flash startled him, but not enough to make him stop. He was too far gone to stop, or even hesitate. He was seconds from cumming. Moving to her other breast, he looked out of the corner of his eye, another flash hitting him, followed by the distinctive sound of a camera he'd missed the first time. He could just make out the shape, but he knew it was Samantha, who'd arrived no doubt at his wife's request.

"God yes! Fuck me! Cum in my pussy!" Ann beckoned as two more flashes went off.

He lifted up, milk trickling down his chin as he gripped the flesh of her thighs tightly. Looking down, he saw the Ann's sweet smile, her eyes closed as another orgasm was ripping through her body.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" he roared; his chest expanding as he announced to the world that he was claiming his slut. His balls stirred, spewing his load with violent bursts of fury. Three thick gushes filled her cunt before he pulled out to fire five more ropes, marking her tan skin. More flashes lit the sky, capturing the moment forever on film.

He stroked his shift, making sure he got every drop to fall onto his captive wife, wanting her to feel the part of a slut like never before.

"That was incredible," Samantha panted as she stepped forward to take a few close ups.

"Thanks... Sam. It... felt... incredible," Ann answered, her words winded as she caught her breath.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," their neighbor said, offering a polite wave. "Have fun with the rest of your night."

"We... will. I'll... call you... in the morning... to let you know when to come over."

"Great. Good night."

Neil fell to the perfectly manicured grass, lying next to his wife, leaving her bound helpless as they looked up at the moon and stars.

"How long do you think she was standing there?" he finally asked.

"Quite a while. I saw her long before she took a picture."

"Why do you think she waited so long, then?"

"I asked her not to take one until you were about to cum. I didn't want you stopping or freaking out."

"Hmm... you're always thinking ahead."

"I'm trying to. It's been a while since I've gotten to use this part of my imagination."

"You've missed being Anna, haven't you," he stated rhetorically.

Still, she felt compelled to answer. "As much as you've missed fucking her."

He leaned over, kissing her fully on her perfect pouting lips. "As much as I hate to admit it, I have missed you, Anna."

"It's okay, baby. I hate to admit that it took me this long to find me again. But now that I have, there's no going back."

"I'm not sure how you can say that. Felicia changed."

"She didn't change. She just slowed down for a while. Look how long I went without being Annabelle... and you found a way to rope me back into being her again."

"Ha... nice wordplay."

"Like I said, I'm trying."

"You sort of look like Annabelle right now," he smiled, running his hand along the underside of her breast.

"But I'm not. I'm just Anna, doing whatever she can to please her husband."

"You were great," he said as he began to untie her, leaving them knotted around each of her wrists.

Helping her to her feet, she sighed. "I'm going to love feeling your load drip out of me on the way home."

Picking up one of the golf balls, he went back to his earlier lewd thought, taking matters into his own devious hand. He took one and slipped it inside her pussy, making her knees buckle for a second. "Then again, maybe you won't."

Holding onto his shoulder, he pressed the other ball inside, making her walk like that toward her shoes and robe. "This feels even better!" she giggled.

"Don't drop the balls on the way home, babe. You need to hold them inside you."

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" she asked as she sat down to put on her stilettos.

"Use your Kegel exercises. They sure work when you fuck me."

"What happens if I can't," she asked, wondering if they were going to suddenly be delving into the world of pleasure and punishment without her blessing. She wasn't saying no. After all, it had been almost two years since the last time she'd submitted to him. And she'd told him that it was his day, and she'd do whatever he wanted. But she didn't want to fret all the way home.

"You'll be licking cum off the golf balls that also have dirt and grass on them," he shrugged.

She smacked him on the arm as he finished putting on his shorts, and then his shirt. He grabbed his putter as she put on her robe, not bothering to close it. Taking his hand, they walked home in silence like they had on the way to the green, only more slowly, as she had to work to keep the golf balls inside her pussy. She'd heard of Ben-Wah balls, and wondered if the feeling she was having was similar. She felt it probably wasn't, since the metal of the real variety was what created the vibrations as one moved around, but she could see herself getting used to the idea.