Ann: The Married Years Ch. 40

"I do have a few rules though. And they are not negotiable. First, I want her to feel like this is her own personal oral orgy. So if you want a blowjob, you're going to have to get naked. She does it for you every year; it's the least you can do to return the favor just this once. Second, she's not swallowing any more. She did that during the game. I want her to end up looking like she's going to feel doing this. So when you're ready to cum, you have to cum ON her.

"Other than that, I want her to be comfortable, so while I will still be directing her, I will allow her to direct you and the actual action. I have just one final reminder... make sure you show her respect. She may be acting like a slut tonight, but that doesn't mean she is one for anyone other than me. I won't tolerate anyone being crude or rude. Alphonso... you have anything to say to the girls?"

"I'm with Neil on the naked thing. Most of you are anyway; might as well make it all of us. Other than that, let's get started. Some of us might have to work tomorrow."

Ann leered as she watched the gaggle of guys removing their clothes. It wasn't something she necessarily needed, but once she saw them stripping for her, the idea of what she was about to do became very real. And it thrilled her. There was something about a group of horny, naked men, most of them already hard, that got her blood boiling. There were ten of them in all. Neil was going to hang back to watch, while Alphonso tended to his wife. But that was more than enough for her at the moment as she eyed them.

"I'm ready, Neil," she whispered, feeling his hand cup her pussy again.

"That you are," he confirmed, sliding his fingers inside, pumping them in and out a couple of times. "I'm going to take off the leash. I want you to walk over and tease them first. Touch each of their cocks as you look them in the eyes. Then I want you to fuck your new toy while you suck them."

"Reading my mind again?"

"You brought it for a reason."

"Anything else?"

"You should always have a cock in your hand, even if one is in your mouth. Work the room. You don't want anyone to feel left out."

"So I should suck them all at once?" she grinned.

"That's up to you. I just don't think you should leave anyone alone too long to start or they might become disinterested."

"Well we wouldn't want that."

Removing the leash, he patted her on her ass. "Don't stop until they've all cum. Make me proud, Anna Renee."

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"You have got to be FUCKING kidding me!" Beth griped out loud.

The frustration in her voice took Neil's attentions off his wife for the first time in forty minutes. He'd been captivated by the sight of Ann kneeling within the semi-circle of men, spinning herself in different directions as she sucked. It was the proverbial 'kid in a candy store' scene, having so many options to choose from, deciding which one to put in her mouth next to satisfy her oral fixations.

That she was doing it while slowly grinding up and down on a thick black cock only made it more erotic. And while he knew it would never happen, and he truthfully never wanted it to happen, he couldn't help but imagine in his mind's eye that the cock was real.

When he'd taken off the leash, the moment seemed so literal. In his mind, he'd basically turned her loose on them like a wild animal. But she didn't react like she was on the attack. Instead, she was more calculating in her approach. Reaching into the bag she'd brought with her, she pulled out a long, thick rubber cock. One she'd gotten from her friend Missy in California. While her store had begun carrying a few adult toys, like egg vibrators and tasteful anal beads, they didn't have anything as visually graphic as the variety of things that the store where Missy worked carried. And Missy was always sending her catalogs from 'The Leather Door', finding it amusing to be mailing her friend a book filled with adult toys and such through the mail.

Ann didn't mind, and she took advantage of it from time to time. In this case, it was ordering a big black cock for the party.

"I'm going to fuck Alphonso while I take care of you, boys," she cooed, strutting toward them like a stripper working the stage. Her gait was slow and provocative, her hips swaying majestically; her fingers playing suggestively with the head of the fake phallus.

Hearing what she called it made Martina's head snap around. "You're going to do WHAT?"

"I'm going to fuck my new toy... I named him Alphonso," she teased, holding it up for her friend to see. It was a personal dig, one that she'd obviously calculated ahead of time. And it visibly shook Martina, especially when Ann added, "Alphonso said you couldn't cum. Neil didn't say anything about me."

"Sweetie?" Martina begged, her big eyes batting wildly.

"No Marty. You were bad, you lost the bet, and you're not cumming until I say so. And that will be longer if you don't start doing your job helping our ladies."

Neil watched Ann intently as she strolled, witnessing the phalanx of men drown in the wake of her pheromones as she passed by them. Going back through the line, she greeted each one, slowly stroking their shafts as she looked them in the eye. She was making it personal, like she always seemed to, and it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen her do.

The dildo she'd purchased had a huge suction cup on the base, below the big molded balls. First, she put on a little show, taking it slowly past her lips, inching it bit by bit into her mouth. Then she began fucking her throat with it, teasing them; giving them an idea of what was about to happen. Pulling it out, reached between her legs, coating her finger with the juices from her pussy. She then coated the suction cup on the of the dildo thoroughly. When she dropped to her knees, she slammed the cock onto the hardwood floor, the suction cup taking hold and anchoring it in place.

Centering her pussy over the head, she lowered her body over the shaft, allowing her pussy to swallow it much like she'd done with her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" she growled as she began riding it. "Alphonso... your cock is so fucking big!"

It was another shot at Martina, but it went unheard. Her friend's ears were covered by Mia's thighs, her tongue digging deep, making Mia squirm in delight.

Ann didn't care that there was no response. Martina suddenly became an afterthought as she began wandering in and out of ecstasy. Her shins were flat against the floor; as were her hands, placed behind her body as she leaned back to grind on the dildo. She rammed her body over it, her heavy tits untamed as they flopped around. It was a performance, her half-closed eyes shifting, watching the cocks in front of her become even harder, the thick veins making them pulse and twitch. She licked her parted lips, more from her mouth becoming dry than anything, but it was erotic nonetheless.

Snapping her eyes shut, she sank harder, screaming out, announcing her orgasm.

"FUUUCKK! ALPHONSOOOOOOOO! I'MMM CUUUUMMMIIIINNNNGGG!"

"You certainly are," the real-life version chuckled, punching Neil playfully in the arm. "That is one hell of a woman you have there, my friend."

"So is yours, buddy. Don't let the bet cloud that," he warned.

"I won't. Just having some fun with my girl... she certainly got her jollies the last two years. There's no harm in me having mine, or Ann having hers, for that matter."

"You're just saying that because she named her dildo after you."

"I have to admit, I am a bit honored about that. But frankly, Marty had that coming."

"Maybe. But you have to live with her after tonight."

"I'm guessing she isn't going to remember much of this," he laughed.

Pointing at Carol as she took pictures of Ann cumming all over the cock she called Alphonso, Neil smiled. "She may not remember on her own, but there's going to be evidence... and certainly plenty of witnesses!"

Thirty minutes later, Ann was busy fucking her dildo while she sucked in the round. She was twisting herself on the cock welded to the floor, each of her hands busy stroking real ones while she used her mouth on another. She was the center of what looked like a cock-fest, giving as much attention to the men in front of her as she could.

But Neil's attention had been drawn away by the cry of aggravation from Beth. It was clear she wasn't happy, and it had nothing to do with Tyler being the one currently fucking Ann's throat. It was all about her orgasm that just became delayed.

"AAAAGGGHHHHH! I was SO CLOSE!" she barked in frustration.

"What's going on?" Neil asked Carol, who had been shuffling back and forth between the men and the women, taking pictures.

"I think Martina's done."

"Done?"

"Yeah, done... as in, she's asleep. I think she passed out in the middle of eating Beth."

"You're kidding," he chuckled. "No wonder she's ticked."

"Yeah, I think I better get with the girls and figure out what we're gonna do. Martina only did three of them."

"So, you're going to find a replacement?"

"I think I should. It's my party. I can't have my guests leaving unhappy."

"Does that mean you're going to do it?"

"If I have to, but I'm thinking I'll get a volunteer. Or better yet, I'll make somebody," she giggled.

"Anna Renee?"

"Oh no. She's already has her hands full with the guys... and her mouth. We'll be here 'til three in the morning if she has to make everyone cum. I'm thinking this is a job for a hostess."

"Lauren?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

Indeed, why not. Although Carol made it sound to Lauren as if she didn't have a choice, she jumped at the chance. It was something she'd been erotically dreaming about since the first time one of the sluts performed cunnilingus at the party a few years before. Not just the idea of being eaten, but being the one on the giving end.

She practically attacked Beth's pussy, diving headfirst between her spread thighs, sucking and licking with such wild abandon that Beth was quickly back on the rise toward the elusive orgasm she longed for.

It didn't take long; perhaps three minutes at most. But Beth erupted.

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

The giddy laugh that Lauren emitted was quickly drowned out by the flood from Beth's pussy. Still the pure joy she was feeling over making her cum was there in her body language and with the way she continued to lick and suck. She didn't stop at one orgasm, giving Beth three before finally being begged to stop.

"That... was... amazing!" Beth panted, her body lying lifeless on the kitchen floor.

"I thought so too," Lauren answered as she turned to the rest of the girls that had been intently watching. "Who's next?"

"Thank God... I am," Stacy said excitedly, nearly falling to the floor to get in place.

"I love these parties," Neil said out loud, turning his focus back to his wife, wondering when she might start letting the guys cum for her.

"Me too," Carol sighed. "Who would have thought the innocent Super Bowl party we had the first year would turn into this?"

"You have Martina to thank for that. She took off her blouse, and the rest is history."

"Do you remember why she took off her blouse?"

"I can't say that I do specifically, but my guess would be she was drunk like she is now."

"I've known Martina a long time. She's never been this drunk. The two-shots per score rule really did her in. But that's not the reason; although I'm certain it was the drinking that loosened her up enough that night to do it."

"So why did she?"

"She said she wanted to look hot, like your wife. She'd worn something really conservative, and Ann showed up dressed like she seems to every day... hot and sexy. I think Martina's been competing against that ever since."

"Against Ann?"

"Not Ann per se; more against the idea of who she is. You have to admit, she's pretty fucking incredible. Not to mention sexually adventurous."

"Uh, Ann wasn't the one that christened you all as the sluts. That was Martina too. And Olivia was the first --"

Touching his arm gently, she calmed him with her smile. "Neil, I know all of that. A lot of us played a part in this. And I'm proud of what this party has become. I wouldn't change a thing. All I'm saying is that if Ann doesn't come dressed to cheer on her Niners like she did that first night, there's no way she shows up tonight wearing what she did. And there's no way she's doing what she's doing right now."

He couldn't argue the logic. They'd come a long way from just taking their clothes off when an NFC team scored. There she was, riding a thick rubber dildo as she turned in a circle, sucking and stroking the real hard cocks of ten different men.

"You don't think this has gone too far?" he asked honestly.

"I generally don't assess that until after the party, when I call and take the temperature of everybody. Right now everyone is into it, but we're dancing on the tightrope. This is a lot... everyone is naked Neil. Everyone... except you and Al, for some reason. Do you think we've gone too far?"

"Not for tonight, because I think it's what she wants."

"You think?" she questioned.

"In her warped, sexy little mind, I'm making her do this, Carol. She thinks she has no choice. But she knows me well enough that if she really didn't want to do it, I'd give her an out. So, in some way, she wants to... because she wants to please me. And I'm certain that's how she's thinking of this, because that's what I want. I don't think this is something she's ever fantasized about. But I have."

"Wait, you've fantasized about her sucking a bunch of cocks like this?"

"Once or twice. When you have a woman that can do the things she can sucking a cock, it's a shame not to share it. She has no problem sharing me at all. I have... well, we both have a problem with her fucking another guy. You know that all too well. But she's done so much for me, it makes me happy that I can give her a night like this just once."

"Okay, what if she didn't want to? How would you give her an out... by making her become Annabelle again?" she laughed.

He shrugged in response. "I don't know, probably not. I never really thought about it, because I knew she'd do this if I made her."

"But that's more Annabelle than Anna Renee."

"The Anna Renee thing is mostly about her not telling me about the bet. And I don't think she thought about the consequences of the bet. I think she got goaded into it by Martina, and she just agreed out of pride for her team. But she made it, and I felt she should honor it, as long as you were okay with it. As for me making her... that's more me controlling my wife. If she wasn't being punished, she'd be on her knees as Anna right now."

"All right. So, back to your original question, which I asked back to you. Do you think this party has gone too far?"

Looking at his wife, he could feel himself sitting on a fence. He knew it was the only time he would truly be able to give her a moment like she was having. But it did seem like the party was about to spin out of control if they didn't rein things in a little bit.

"I don't know Carol. I have mixed feelings. I really wanted this for Ann."

"Then it's what I want too. But I also think you're right. This may have pushed us too far. That's also why I said we're not doing this next year. Or after... this is a one-time thing. No more bets like this."

"Don't you think it's going to be hard to go back?"

"Maybe... but I'm sure we'll come up with something new. We always do, sweetie. I just don't want everyone to expect this."

"Really? Why not? It seems like everyone's having a good time."

She pointed at Beth, still coming down from the high of her orgasm. "That's why?"

"Beth? What about her?"

"Trust me Neil. She's the one I worry about the most."

"I don't understand."

"Sure you do. You noticed it before I did."

"Okay. Now you lost me."

"Ann told me all about that the week you held her captive."

"You mean the week she was Annabelle? You already knew about it. You were part of it."

"Yeah. She said that you didn't make love to Beth like you did to me and the others that week. You fucked her in the ass, and then you spent the night with Stacy. Isn't that true?"

"Well, yeah."

"I don't think you were wrong. She has trouble keeping her emotions out of the extra-marital things she and Tyler do. And that concerns me. That's one of the reasons I'm that nervous she's in our group. I'm afraid she might somehow let things get out of control."

"Isn't that something that Tyler should deal with?"

"Yes. But he's the one that wanted her this way. I'm just worried that she can't control herself now that she's started, and he won't be able to get the genie back in the bottle. And that's why I'm sticking with the strict 'no fucking' rule here at the party. After tonight, we're one slip up away from this becoming an all-out orgy, and I've never wanted that. You're wife has self-control. Beth doesn't."

"Hard to call that self-control," he laughed, nodding toward how Ann was zealously sucking two cocks at once, stuffing them both into her mouth at the same time.

"She's just letting out her inner slut, sweetie. The difference between her and Beth is that she knows where and when to stop. Hell, if you walked over to her right now and told her to, she'd stop and you know it."

"So what are you telling me... their marriage is in trouble?"

"I don't know Neil. I really don't. But I do wonder if Tyler created a monster when he asked her to have an open marriage."

"Wow. I didn't see that coming."

"Yes... you did, before anybody else. You had a reason to back off that day, and I don't think you were wrong. And if I gave her the chance, she'd be fucking one of those men in a heartbeat. I don't mind what Ann's doing with the dildo, but that's as far as we're going to go. You're never going to see anyone actually get fucked here during the party."

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

Neil couldn't help but smile as he watched Barry pile-driving his thick cock into Carol's pussy as he bent her over the couch. She was facing him, her eyes half-closed as she moaned for her husband to fuck her harder. Her claim that no one would ever be fucked during her Super Bowl party just an hour before was ironic, since she was the one to break it.

Actually, Barry broke it. He had been the first to cum on Ann, shooting his sperm all over her chest. She thanked him politely for his load, but unceremoniously moved on to the next cock, leaving him to fend for himself. He didn't mind at first, thrilled to have cum a second time at the party. But it wasn't long before his cock began to stir again. There was just too much going on in the room... too many hot naked women mulling about. So it was only natural for him to get turned on again. After all, he lived there. He had to stay until the very end.

That wasn't true of the other couples. Eventually they started to leave. Once the second person of whatever couple had finished cumming, they'd gather their clothes and get dressed, saying their goodbyes and thanking their hosts for another memorable night of naughty adult entertainment. It was also ironic that Beth and Tyler had been the first to leave. Once he came, he seemed in a hurry to get his wife out of there, perhaps knowing they might stay much longer if he allowed her to linger. She protested at first, but his promise to fuck her brains out once they got home was enough change her mind.

With Beth and Tyler's exodus, it made it easier for others to follow suit. It was much later than any of the other parties had ended; the after-party extending well past the end of the game. It was almost midnight when Walt exploded all over Ann's face and neck. Shortly after, he and Yvonne were walking out the door hand in hand, leaving just four couples left.