Ann: The Married Years Ch. 40

"And you're calling me to... confess?"

"No, it's about the dress you made me. I'm going to need you to make another one."

"Is there something wrong with the one you have? The game is in hours, Ann. I'm not sure I can fix --"

"There's nothing wrong with the dress, Camilla. It's perfect."

"I don't understand."

"Do you remember me telling you how Neil gets when I'm Anna Renee?"

"Yeah? Oh... yeaaahhh!"

Ann looked at Neil, an impish grin on her face. She almost couldn't wait for him to do what he was threatening with his eyes. "Yeah. There's a very good chance this one is going to be ruined tonight," she giggled.

"A good chance?" she laughed.

"Well, more than that. It's the same as my Niners winning tonight."

"So, a sure thing. Well don't fret. I have plenty of material to make you another one.

"Thanks Camilla. Have a good night."

"You too," she giggled, "Although I think we both know you will!"

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

The car crawled slowly along the long gravel driveway, the tires crunching the tiny rocks beneath them. Ann reached into the bag by her feet, pulling out two pieces of material that matched her dress. Slipping one over her hand, she started to pull it up her forearm.

"What are those?" Neil asked.

"Fingerless sleeves. They go with the dress," she replied as she put the other one on. They were like long gloves, but like she described, they didn't have fingers. There was a part that ran between her thumb and forefinger to hold them in place, and they covered her forearms from her palms to her elbows. He found them incredibly sexy.

"What else is in the bag?" he asked, watching her adjust a gold headband into her hair.

After she finished checking her look in the visor mirror, she flipped it up and grabbed the bag. "See for yourself," she grinned.

"Hmm... I see you're prepared again."

"I try to be."

"And I see I've read your mood right," he smiled, pointing inside.

"Actually, those are for Martina, if the Niners win."

"And that?"

"Oh, everything else you see is for me, if you want it to be. I'm not calling the shots anymore."

Reaching underneath his seat, he pulled out an emergency container much like the one she had in her car. Opening it, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, much to her surprise. "You think I didn't learn from you on our Anniversary?" he chortled. "I can be prepared too."

"I think you've always been that way, Neil. You just don't make a point to show it off. One of the millions of reasons I love you."

Helping her out of the car, she took his hand. He couldn't help but stare at how she was dressed now that she'd completed her outfit. "You look stunning, Anna Renee."

"Not too much?" she laughed.

"Well, now that you mention it, I thought you could only wear four things to these parties."

"No. You have to wear a minimum of four things. The idea is there needs to be at least four things to take off so you don't end up naked after the first or second score."

"And yet, there you are," he smiled, seeing her naked body through the dress.

"I don't make the rules, Neil. But I do like to bend them as much as I can."

"I've noticed."

Ignoring the doorbell, he used the huge knocker, as he always did. It always reminded him of a Mel Brooks movie, a smile coming to his face every time he saw it.

"Thinking of Young Frankenstein again?" she asked with a smirk.

"You know me so well."

"And you know me... makes me wonder why you were surprised by what was in the bag."

"I've never seen that one before."

"It's new. I had Missy send it to me."

"I'm a little scared to ask why."

"If the Niners win, you'll see. Just indulge me with that one. Other than that, you can make me do whatever you want."

"You're not my slave, babe. You're going to be punished."

"And a bad girl can't be made to do things? Please, baby... don't forget to take advantage of that tonight. I want to be free to have fun, and the only way I can do that is if you..."

"If I make you," he nodded.

"We've already talked about it. This is likely the one and only chance I'll have in my life to do something this wild. But I can't do it alone. I need to know you're okay with it... that you support me. And the only way I can do that is if you just make me do it. If you don't, then I won't. And that's okay. As embarrassing as it might be, I'll back out of this if you want me to do that."

"But I'd have to make you do that too."

"No. You'd only have to ask. I have to be made to do this. It's the only way I can justify acting like this in my head. So please, don't get tripped up by what you're calling me. You know what I need if we're going to do this."

It was odd logic on one level, because he knew it was exactly what she wanted to do. That was why she was dressed as she was, carrying the bag of things she'd brought along. Looked at a different way, it made perfect sense; if he made her do it, she couldn't be responsible for what happened. She would just be doing what he wanted, and that would allow her to relax and enjoy it. In his head, it was something she didn't need to worry about, but he understood her trepidation. And he was going to make sure they both had a good time.

"Don't worry, Anna Renee. You're going to get everything you have coming to you."

The door swung open, their friend Lauren greeting them in a sexy skirt and halter top. "Welcome to the House of Shade. Oh my God, Ann, look at you!" she laughed. "You are without a doubt the most incredible woman I've ever met! I can't believe the things you'll do... or wear."

"Thanks Lauren."

"I'd never have the nerve to wear something like that in public. I honestly don't know how you do it."

"It helps when you have a husband that makes you do things out of your comfort zone," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I guess I'll have to talk to Kenny about that," she giggled. "You're the last of the girls to arrive. Come on in. They're waiting for you."

"I guess this means you're the hostess this year?" Neil surmised.

"And I'm really looking forward to it," she winked.

The meeting with the select group of girls went quickly. They rehashed the bet, some asking questions about how things came about. While they were in their huddle, Neil cornered Alphonso about the same subject.

"Did you know about it?" he asked his big friend, wondering if he knew his wife had visited Ann at her store.

"The bet? Not until after the game. It didn't surprise me though. Martina had been really cocky about her Cowboys for weeks."

"Did it bother you that she'd do that without talking it over with you first?"

"I'm used to it, man. She's always running her mouth when it comes to sports. It's so strange. She's one of the least athletic people I've ever met. She's more of a nerd if anything. But she sure loves to talk trash when it comes to her teams."

"Hmm... well, I have to tell you, it kind of surprised me with Ann. She's athletic, and competitive like you wouldn't believe. But it's not like her to do something like this."

"I wouldn't worry about it. From what I hear, it was mostly Martina's doing. She pushed Ann's buttons pretty good. And if she acted like she usually does; I can see Ann taking the bet just to shut her up. Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"No, because I'm going to punish her for it," he chuckled.

Alphonso asked what he meant, and Neil gave him a rundown of how things played out, and what he planned to do at the party. It was while they were talking that the group of women split up. Martina and Ann found their husbands, with Barry and Carol soon joining in.

"Carol, do you have a riding crop?" Neil asked bluntly.

She blinked at the question, looking directly at the two girls in the group. "No. We haven't had horses here in ages."

"Sure we do," Barry corrected.

"No... we don't," she replied in a hushed breath, her teeth slightly clenched.

"Yes. We do. I used it on you just two weeks ago," he said with a hardy laugh.

"Barry, you weren't supposed to tell them that."

"I'm pretty sure they already knew, sweetie. That's why he asked. I'll go get it."

"Not now," Neil said as he grabbed Barry's arm. "We're not sure we'll need it."

"We?" Martina said nervously.

Alphonso patted his wife on the ass. "You've been a bad girl too, Marty."

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

That little exchange was forgotten by the time the game started. Most everyone was still thinking about the changes in the rules for the year, the meeting that Carol held before kickoff being fresh in their minds. Much like previous years, the girls stood in front of their men, all the couples in a big circle as she addressed her guests.

"Thanks for coming everyone. I'm so happy that we've had the same group together now for the last few years. It's nice to know you're excited about the party, and the invitation didn't scare anyone off. I'd also like to thank everyone for cooperating with their attire. I don't know how many guys are going commando tonight, but I can tell a few of you are. And ladies, you all look great in your miniskirts. I'll trust you're properly non-attired underneath them. I think we're in for an incredible time tonight.

"So, let's talk about the party. First of all, you know something about the bet between Ann and Martina. Tonight, they're going by the names Anna Renee and Marty. That's what their husbands apparently call them when they've been bad girls, which they were for not telling them about the bet until the championship game was over. I'll talk more about that in a minute.

"With the 49ers winning the game, Anna Renee gets to be the star of the show just like Martina has been the last two years. So, every time San Francisco scores, in any way, she'll be making someone cum. If you have the corresponding square on the board, you win, and she pays off. I suppose now is as good a time as any to remind you that there will be NO fucking. That rule is set in stone forever.

"At the end of each quarter, Barry will award the prize money. If you just received an oral gift from Anna Renee, your significant other will get one from one of the sluts, except Marty. Her turns during the game will be taken by one of us because she lost the bet. Also, apparently she's not allowed to cum tonight."

Martina gasped at what she thought was an unfair rule being imposed by Carol. "Wait...WHAT?"

"That's my rule, Marty. You're not cumming until I say so," Alphonso said in his deep, gruff voice.

"But Al..." she whined.

"You should have thought of that before you made the bet!"

"I thought I got to take her place," Ann wondered. "That was part of the bet."

"I changed it," Neil said sternly. "Now be quiet before I change it more."

Carol snickered before continuing. "During the game, the sluts are still doing shots for every NFC score like always, except for Marty. She has to do two."

"Oh, I see. Trying to get me drunk and horny," she said with a knowing glare over her shoulder.

"Shush, Marty."

"Yes. Shush," Carol laughed again. "The rest of game itself will be like last year with those exceptions. But the big payoff is if the Niners win the game. Now, I have to admit, and I've already talked to her about this, but I wasn't too happy that Marty used the party in her bet. In fact, I was pretty pissed. After all, it's not HER party. She should have at least asked me first. And she sort of kind of did the same thing when she got to be the focus the last two years. She forced the issue. I went along with it, but I have concerns now.

"So I need to make this clear. If anyone does something like that in the future, and I mean this, you'll NOT be invited back. And because of that I need to say that while I'll honor the bet, this will be for this year only! We're not going to lose control and have this turn into something that everyone is going to regret.

"That's why I'm so adamant about the no fucking rule. I know a lot of us have fun outside our marriage, and that's perfectly fine as long as our relationships can handle it. But I don't want anyone to feel pressured to do something here just to fit in, and then have it blow up when they get home.

"So, for this year only, if the Niners actually win the game, I've agreed, as have the other sluts, to allow Anna Renee to collect on what she and Marty agreed to. If they win, she'll be allowed to --"

Neil spoke up, interrupting Carol in mid-sentence. "Just a moment, Carol."

"Yes?"

"If I may, I'd like to say something."

"Of course."

Ann noticeably shivered, knowing he was establishing control over her in front of everyone. While it was what she wanted when she walked into the house, now that he was doing it, it unnerved her. She held her breath, waiting for him to speak.

"Anna Renee is going to collect on her bet if the Niners win. But she's also going to do whatever I make her do tonight. And she's going to be punished for not telling me what was going on."

"Marty too," Alphonso added.

"That's right. Anyway, IF the Niners win, the bet was that she's going to be allowed to suck the cock of every guy in the room if they want her to after the game, as long as their wife or girlfriend is okay with it. We don't want to spoil anyone's fun when they get home. But to make up for that, Alphonso is going to make Marty eat the pussy of every woman that wants her to, while Anna Renee it taking care of the men. Is that right buddy?"

Alphonso smiled, nodding his head. "Yes it is, Neil... and yes she will."

"Okay... one last thing. I would like all of you to keep in mind that I am in control of my wife tonight. Everything she does will be at my direction. And since I'm responsible for her, I ask that you respect her... not just now, but in the future. She has no say. She's going to do what I make her do... which means she shouldn't be judged going forward on her actions tonight. It also means, if I ask you to do something when you're with her, I expect you to honor that. There's a purpose to this that I'm not going to go into, because that's between me and her. Rarely do I expose this part of our marriage outside of our own home, but this is one of those occasions where the punishment has to fit the crime, which means it has to happen here. I hope you can all understand and respect us both in that regard. Other than that, have fun. I know I'm going to."

The atmosphere of the room was more anxious than festive. With the game nearing the start, everyone was looking to Ann for some sign of how things were going to play out. But with Neil stating he was 'in control', it gave the impression that she was some puppet on a string. Yet after the group meeting, he never gave that indication, and she certainly didn't look to him for permission to do anything. She was relaxed and jovial, excited that her team was about to receive the opening kickoff. In fact, she was pretty vocal about what her expectations were.

"Get ready! I'm going to be sucking on a cock or a pussy very soon! Who's got seven and zero for the Niners on the board!"

Barry looked at the corresponding square on his big easel. "That would be Tyler."

Ann went and stood next to him as the ball flew threw the air to start the game. "I'm going to be sucking your beautiful cock soon," she whispered, before yelling out, "Look, there's a facemask!"

Sure enough, San Diego had committed a personal foul on the first play of the game, and the 49ers took their initial possession near mid-field. And true to her prediction, they were off and flying. Young threw a long touchdown pass on their third play of the possession, and the room erupted.

"See! Less than two minutes!" she screamed as she unzipped his fly. Pulling out his cock, she led him toward the bar with it. "I have to drink a shot first."

She joined the other girls in downing a small glass of whiskey, and then she took off the band in her hair, while the other girls removed their tops. Most of them had learned their lesson from Ann in previous years, their bras being the half variety that simply held up their breasts, exposing them. Yvonne decided to wear an actual bra, but it was see-though. And then there was Lauren, the hostess, who struggled at first with taking off her halter, but did so to cheers and encouragement.

Before leading Tyler to the center of the room, Neil stopped his wife, pulling her to the side. "During the game, I want you to swallow every load. If they win and you get to have your fun after the game, I'm telling everyone to cum on you."

"They're going to win, baby. And I'm going to be covered, just like I told you earlier tonight."

"I know," he smiled.

"I can't wait," she said as she gave him a big wet kiss. "I love you, Neil. Thanks for letting me do this tonight."

"I'm making you, babe. And I love you too. Now... go suck that cock."

She was still in the midst of that first blowjob when she was faced with giving another. San Diego had gone three and out on their first possession, and the Niners quick strike offense did just that, scoring on another long pass less than five minutes into the game. Never taking her mouth off of Tyler, she unzipped Isaac as he stood next to her, stroking his cock hard while the rest of the room celebrated the fourteen-point lead.

"Hmm... that was delicious," she said to Neil after she'd finished off Isaac midway through the first quarter.

"Which one?"

"They both were," she giggled, chasing their loads with the shot of Jack Daniels she'd put off in order to suck the second winner. "Help me with my garter?" she asked, lifting her left leg at the knee.

Neil was more than happy to oblige, slipping it off and placing it next to her hair band on the counter. Deftly slipping his hand under her dress, he swiped his fingers through the folds of her pussy. "Mmm... my, you're wet, Anna Renee."

"Bad girls get wet when they suck cocks in front of their husbands," she replied, leaning against him to give him another kiss.

They stayed side by side through the end of the quarter, watching as the Chargers scored a touchdown after a long drive near the end of it. She showed no concern, since her team had started a drive of their own, instead content to watch Olivia suck Walt's cock, as he won the first quarter and the hundred dollars and blowjob that went with it.

It was during that when Ann first noticed Carol with her camera. "Did... did she take pictures of me?" she asked Neil.

"Yep. Lots. You were pretty into it."

"I must have been. I never noticed. Usually I can tell when there's a flash."

"I told her I wanted your once-in-a-lifetime night captured. She'd forgotten to get it out. I guess they took pictures last year too, but I don't remember them."

"I've seen them. She only got one of me with Brian, though," she smiled.

It wasn't Brian, but it was his wife Suzanne that was next up. The 49ers finished the drive with another TD early in the second quarter, and Ann found herself drinking another shot. She took off her other garter, much to the chagrin of most of the people in the room, as she was now the only slut still dressed. But she simply shrugged that off as she got on her knees in front of the rocking chair they used for such things as licking pussy. It was just like her to be the one that approached things differently among the sluts; she was doing things her way, as always.

Licking at Suzanne's wet pussy, she drug out the experience, eyeing the television every once in a while to see what was happening. She had her friend on the edge of the seat, ready to cum at any moment, but she wouldn't let her. Not until the timing was perfect. The two teams exchanged punts several times, until finally San Francisco partially blocked a punt and took over with a short field. Listening as she sucked at Suzanne's labia, she brought her closer to a climax as the Niners neared the end zone.