Ann: The Married Years Ch. 40

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed out just as another touchdown was scored on a short pass. It was impeccable timing; she ate her out for almost twenty minutes, making sure her climax happened at precisely the moment the referee's arms signaled the score.

"Let's see Marty do that to her later tonight," she said triumphantly to Neil as she made her way back to the bar. Downing her shot, she saw the look in his eyes. "What?"

"Time for me to punish you," he grinned.

Before she could take care of the next winner, which was going to be Olivia, she had to shed another item. Since it was the fourth score, it would mean she was supposed to be naked by that point. It was what she'd been avoiding, although with her dress being transparent, she might as well have been. The other girls all met up in front like they had been after their shots, and they each took off the last bit of clothing that was hiding nothing. In Lauren's case, she was taking off her other shoe, now completely nude as the hostess. The rest were taking off their half-bras as a formality, wearing just heels and smiles when they finished.

And then there was Ann, still clad in her new dress, with the matching sleeves on her arms and the red stockings and garters. She looked almost exactly the same as she had when she arrived. Yes, everyone could see her body through the dress, but it was the principle of it. In fact, she'd been taking off her items at the bar instead of in front with the rest of the group. And that gave Neil the fuel he needed to work up his fake anger.

"On your knees," he said sternly, pushing her toward the floor at the bar. Then he made her crawl to the front where the other women were still standing. Pulling her to her feet by her hair, he literally lifted her off the ground, her playful squeal and brilliant smile telling everyone she actually loved being treated in such a way.

Standing behind her, he rested his hands on her shoulders. "These people came to see your body, Anna Renee, and you've been teasing them with this dress instead of doing what the rest of the sluts are doing. Hell, even Lauren is naked now. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Neil. I just love this new dress, and I didn't want to take it off yet."

She'd set him up perfectly, knowing all too well what he was about to do. In a way, that was her signal that she was giving him the green light. Not that it mattered, as he was going to do what he wanted anyway. But it did tickle him how she'd set the stage, like they were a comedic team and she'd delivered the ideal straight line for his punch line to follow.

"Well you should have done what the rest of them did. Now you're going to have to be punished for not doing it before."

Reaching around her body, he grabbed the front of the dress at her breasts, gripping the material with his strong hands. In a dominant move, he pulled to the sides, the front of the dress ripping open like it was made of tissue. The women in the room gasped as he tore it off her body, the power he displayed making the impact he'd hoped.

"Damn," Yvonne said as he tore it off, letting the shreds fall to the ground. "Remind me never to piss you off."

"Usually he fucks my brains out after he does that," Ann whispered, her sexy body now exposed, her wet pussy tingling from the excitement of what he'd just done.

"He does that often?"

"Only when I'm bad, so yeah, it happens more than you'd think," she giggled. "Okay, Olivia... time for you to cum!"

It didn't take Olivia nearly as long to explode as it had Suzanne. A lot of that had to do with Ann being more direct in her approach. And a lot had to do with Olivia forcing her friends face into her pussy, making her eat her. She was so worked up she was cumming in minutes. Finally letting go of Ann's hair, she panted.

"Thanks sweetie. I really needed that."

"So did I Liv," she replied honestly, resting her head on Olivia's thigh. As much as she wanted to cum herself, she was relishing the notion of making so many others happy.

In a way, it was the very essence of Ann. She loved to give of herself, making others feel special; wanting them to be happy and joyous. And what better way to do that than to offer herself like she was, willingly providing sexual gratification as if her life depended on it. She went into the night thinking she was going to be viewed as a slut. But the more she acted like one, the less it seemed like that was how she was being received by her friends. There was a genuine love and admiration for what she was doing, which was not something she had expected at all.

She remained in place between Olivia's legs, still using her thigh as a pillow. Her own legs were now curled up underneath. She absentmindedly began tracing small circles on the soft skin of Olivia's inner thigh with a finger as she watched the game. Olivia ran her hand through Ann's hair, petting her lovingly, a trickle flowing from her pussy to the crack of her ass. They were like lovers, caressing each other after being intimate.

It gave Ann a chance to rest, which she needed. Conserving energy wasn't something she considered when the night started, but the whiskey had just begun to have an impact. She'd taken the precautionary aspirin ahead of time, and would take more before the night was over to stave off the effects of the hangover that would inevitably come in the morning if she didn't. But there was also the fatigue that would come from doing so much sexually during the party. The lull in the game was allowing her to pace herself, even if she didn't recognize it at the time.

It didn't concern her that the Chargers kicked a field goal to make the score 28 -- 10. It did that the 49ers missed one on the following possession, because it robbed her of the opportunity to take care of another partier. But she quickly set that aside. The game went into halftime with the same score, and she got up to get a glass of water.

"Disappointed?" Neil asked her when she brushed by.

"No, why?"

"They missed the kick."

"They aren't done scoring, baby. I've got a lot more work ahead of me this evening."

"So it's work now, eh?"

"In a way, but I love it. Olivia's pussy tastes so sweet."

"You can say that again," her husband Ben replied, overhearing their conversation. "And she loves it when you eat her, Anna Renee. She says you're the best woman she's ever been with."

"You can say that again," Neil smiled as he watched Carol in the distance paying off the winner of the second quarter jackpot. "Although from what I can tell, Carol seems to be pretty good too. Look at her go to town on Kelly!"

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

The end of the game was drawing near, and as Ann had correctly predicted two weeks before, the end result was never in doubt. San Francisco had scored three more touchdowns, but she never bothered to take anything else off, liking the way she looked in the remains of her erotic cheerleader outfit. She'd removed four items, which was the minimum limit for the sluts to wear, and with her being naked otherwise, she felt she'd met her obligation for the game. After all, Martina had worn more with her cheerleader outfit, and she usually ended up wearing something at the end to maintain the image.

Ann did have three more shots of whiskey, not to mention downing three more loads of sperm, courtesy of Paul, Brian and Barry. She was thrilled that she'd gotten to suck more cock. While she loved eating pussy, she knew her husband would let her do that anytime she wanted. This was her one and only chance each year to practice her talents at fellatio on someone other than him, and she was reveling in it.

San Diego had scored again as well; a fluke of a touchdown on a kickoff return. And then they upset the balance of the night on the board by converting a two-point conversion instead of just kicking the extra point. It was a rule change in the league that had taken effect just that year, and they had the dubious distinction of being the first team to ever go for one, and convert it in Super Bowl history. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to help them win the game.

The Chargers were playing against the 49ers reserve players in the fourth quarter, but still had trouble closing the gap. They were throwing the ball almost every play, including every fourth down they encountered. But they also threw two interceptions, one in the end zone. When they scored again with less than two minutes left, it was a foregone conclusion that it was in the 'too little, too late' category. But it did have ramifications as far as the room was concerned. After all, there were four-hundred dollars and a sexual favor on the line. The only thing that was unknown was who Yvonne would be taking care of.

Instead of an extra point, they lined up to go for two again, which pissed off Phil to no end.

"WHY! WHY are they going for TWO?"

"Apparently to keep you from getting a blowjob," Barry laughed.

"It's not just a blowjob! It's four-hundred dollars and a blowjob! They're not going to win the fucking game, so what's the point! Just kick the extra point!"

"They think they still have a chance," Beth said with a grin.

"You would say that! You'll win it if the don't make it. And your husband will if they do!"

Tyler was smiling just as brightly as his wife, but they were both shouting at the screen, hoping they would win the grand prize. When the Chargers completed the pass for two points, it was Beth who became pissed.

"You already had a blowjob! That's not fair!"

"There's no guarantee he's getting one now," Barry said as he tried to calm her. "There's still a lot of time left."

"And how exactly does that help me cum, Barry? Do they take points off the board?"

"Well, no. But he won't be getting a blowjob if someone scores."

"Still doesn't get me off."

"Well when the Niners win, Marty can help you with that."

"And to do that, he gets yet another blowjob from Ann, which means I won't be getting laid tonight!"

"Why not?"

"Because he's never cum four times in one day in his life... that's why!"

"Uh, yes I have," Tyler said defiantly, his manhood challenged.

"Not since we've been married, you haven't."

"Look Beth, I don't make the rules. But if you don't want Ann to give me another one, that's fine. Neil said as much."

"If you don't go with Ann, I can't be with Marty... and then I don't get to cum at all."

"Says who? We can go home and fuck instead. I'm totally fine with that."

"We didn't last year. You drank so much beer I couldn't do anything with you."

"How many times do I have to apologize for that? I've had one beer tonight, so if you're worried about me being able to get it up again, stop. I promise I'll be able to fuck you, even if Ann does do me again."

"You better, because I need to cum!"

"Apparently," Barry chuckled, making everyone else crack up with him. "I could remember a time you thought all of this was taboo. Look at you now."

She smiled politely, knowing he was simply being nice. But she tired of being reminded of her former outlook on life. She'd changed so much in the last couple of years, and she liked who she was. "I know I used to be a prudish bitch, Barry. But I'm not that woman anymore, and I'd appreciate if everyone could stop judging me on my past. I'm a slut now, and not just here at these parties. So forgive me if I want to make it clear to my husband that I expect a massive orgasm tonight, or I'm going to be royally pissed."

The Chargers, to their credit, didn't give up even in a hopeless cause. They attempted an onside kick, to no avail. And while they got the ball back one last time, that too proved futile. The players on the San Francisco sideline began celebrating early, and then they stormed the field when the clock wound down to zero.

"Oh my god!" Ann reacted, her expression a bit panicked. "They did it. Now... I have to."

"Yes you do," Neil whispered, his hand gliding down her bare back, fingers slipping between her legs. Feeling her wetness as he cupped her pussy, he swiped his tongue along her collarbone. "And you want to, don't you?"

"No. I don't. But I will... if you make me do it."

He knew she was just saying that. While she was showing hints of being nervous, he could tell she wanted what was in store for her. But he also knew she was truthful in that she needed to be pushed in that direction, for her own sense of sexual balance. She was only going to do it if he made a point of him wanting her to. It had to be against her will. In her mind, she wasn't a slut, like Beth. She didn't fuck other men. She rarely did anything with them outside the party. It had been years. But he could sense her desire to be led in that direction, at least when it came to showing off her oral talents. She wanted to feel the thrill of being a bad girl for her husband's pleasure... but only if that's what he wanted. If she were going to do something like this, he'd literally have to make her do it.

He left no doubt that was his intentions. She shuddered when he said, "I will, Anna Renee, just as soon as Yvonne finishes off Tyler."

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

"Are you ready?" Neil asked Ann and Martina as they stood secluded in the darkness of the living room in the front of the house.

"Yeah baby," Ann said confidently, her mind steeled for what was about to happen.

"Yessh! Ready for what?" Martina asked, her voice slightly slurred. That wasn't surprising, since she'd had to drink twice as many shots as the other girls drank. With the Niners putting up seven touchdowns in the win, she'd slammed back fourteen glasses of Jack Daniels, although the last six were really watered down.

"Are you sure about this Al?" he asked, wondering if it was a good idea to proceed.

His deep chuckle resonated. "Why? Because she's drunk on her ass?"

"Well yeah. It's kind of wrong to take advantage of her like this, don't you think?"

"Man, that's what she wants. Trust me... we've been together a long time. She'd be ticked if we didn't take advantage. She might pass out, but until then, she's doing this."

"Wow. Well, I guess you know best, but that seems a bit crude to me."

"Neil, you have to know your woman. I'm sure you know Ann's limits."

"Anna Renee," she replied giddily, thrilled of the role she was about to play, although it was a bit different; the line between that and when she played Annabelle becoming very blurry. After all, there was now a red leather leash attached to the choker she had on, making it more of a collar, and she was pretty sure she was about to be punished with a riding crop. No matter, she'd already embraced who she was, because that meant he would be making her do what he wanted. And because of that, she wanted to do it for him.

Alphonso laughed again when she corrected him. "Right. Well, you know her limits, and I know Marty's. The truth is I'll never hear the end of it if I don't take advantage. And you know how annoying she can be when that happens. That's why we're here in the first place... because she can't let things go. So, are we doing this or what?"

"Yeah," Neil nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell Barry to get the crop."

"You know what, I'm not going there. I just said that to get a rise out of Anna Renee. And I'd never whip you if you were bad, would I babe?"

Her breath caught in her throat, becoming choked up at change of heart. "No, you wouldn't."

"What would I do?"

Her brilliant smile nearly answered for, but she happily replied, "You'd spank me."

"That's right. Let's get this done so we can get to the part you're looking forward to."

"W... what are ya'll doing," Martina stammered.

Al held her arm, leading her along. "We're going to punish you now, Marty. Then you're going to have to put your mouth to better use than running it like you have been."

"Okay sweetie," she replied dutifully.

Taking up the slack on the leash, Neil brought Ann's mouth closer to his. Giving her a quick kiss, he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, Neil. Thanks for making me do this."

"Tell me that after you're done," he winked.

"I will. I promise."

Leading her out of the dark, they entered the great room at the back of the house. They had a great room in their own home, but it was small and quaint compared to the one in Carol's family estate. The entire back of the house was comprised mainly of windows, which made it seem even bigger.

At the precipice of the doorway, Ann felt like she was being led into a stadium. The men were all lined up in front of the television in the entertainment area, waiting to discover how things were going to play out. Among them was Tyler, who'd had his second load of the night swallowed by Yvonne just minutes before. Yet he'd talked to his wife after, the two of them coming to some kind of understanding. Mostly likely it had to do with how horny Beth was, and that she wasn't willing to wait until she got home to have the orgasm she so desperately craved.

Like the men, the women were hovering together as well, but in the dining area on the other side of the huge room. In between were the kitchen and a breakfast nook that was next to the doors that opened out onto the patio. Half of the women were naked, while the others were still dressed for the most part, but that was the norm for a Super Bowl party at Carol and Barry's. The difference was what was about to happen.

Neil led Ann into the kitchen by her leash. Ann was now leading Martina in by her hair. She was made to crawl beside Alphonso, as reverence to the fact that she'd lost the bet. Not that Martina cared, or would even remember, other than the pictures Carol was taking. It was easier for her to crawl than walk in her heels at that point anyway. While she was drunk, she was still very aware, especially with the eyes on her as she slowly inched across the wooden floor.

Ann was made to bend over and grab her ankles, her legs spread wide, showing off her pussy and backside toward the men. Martina's ass faced the women, but she remained on her knees, her chest pressed against the floor to make her hind end stick out prominently.

"We're going to punish our sluts for making this bet, and then we'll get started with the fun," Neil announced. "How many points did the Chargers score?"

"Twenty-six," Barry called out.

"Okay. Thirteen on each cheek... are you ready Al?"

"More than ever," he said as he got on one knee behind his wife.

They spanked them in unison, the crowd counting out the number as they went along. It was slow and methodical, but it was over relatively quickly. The difference between the two was that Martina was sobbing when they finished, while Ann was beaming, her ass reddened but her pride bursting. She was indeed ready for whatever Neil had in store for her next.

Letting Alphonso handle his own wife, he concentrated solely on Ann, and the men she'd be taking care of. And it was all of them; each of the couples having decided to hang around and be a part of the Super Bowl after-party. Still, he addressed everyone from where he and Ann were standing between the two groups. Having her face the guys, he held her leash to remind her that she was his, and she was going to do what he said.

But so were the men, if they were going to participate. That meant he had to set the ground rules for what he would allow.

"Okay guys, listen up. Anna Renee is only going to do this because I want to see her do it. We've done a lot of wild things in our marriage when it comes to sex, including this party every year, but tonight she's going to come as close as she ever will to being the center of a gangbang. You already know about the 'no fucking' rule here at the party, but you may not know that it is also a line we don't, and never will, cross for her in our relationship. As strange as it may sound, she likes to watch me fuck other women, but I don't want her to fuck other men. And that works for us. That said she does love sucking cock, and since she would never do something like this on her own, I want to give this experience to her. So this should be fun.