Ann: The Married Years Ch. 40

"You sure you don't want me to eat you?" Lauren asked Carol as she slipped on her coat.

"I'm sure. It's late... Barry will take care of me," she said at the front door.

"Okay," she replied almost dejectedly.

"Some other time, Lauren... your husband has to work in the morning."

"So do I," she laughed. "But I don't think either of us will be getting any sleep anyway. Not after tonight. Isn't that right honey?"

Kenny smiled, knowing she was naked underneath her long winter coat. "Not if I have anything to say about it," he winked.

"So, rain check then?" Lauren asked, hopeful that Carol's comment about 'some other time' wasn't just a way to be polite.

Carol smiled. "Next time it rains on a free weekend, call me."

Closing the door once they left, Carol returned to the back of the house, finally able to relax. The need to entertain was now done. For all intents and purposes, the after party was over; only two couples remaining. And they happened to be the two she and Barry were closest to. Of course, Martina was unconscious on the floor where she passed out, but she was there to the right with Alphonso. And to her left was Ann, still rocking up and down on the cock that had been buried inside her pussy for a little over the last hour. She was covered with ten loads of cum, some fresh and dripping. And she was sucking another cock... Barry's.

"What are you doing?" Carol asked, surprised her husband was once again on the receiving end of a blowjob.

"What does it look like?" he smiled.

"The party's over, sweetheart. Your cock belongs to me now," she grinned as she moved beside him, unfazed by the act, and certainly not jealous. It was more about reclaiming what was hers, wanting to use it for herself. "Besides, it looks like she has enough cum on her."

Ann sucked at his head one last time, letting go with a loud pop. "No... I still have two loads to go," she beamed, nodding toward Neil and Alphonso. "I was just keeping Barry hard for you."

"I don't think he's been anything but hard since you showed up in that dress," she kidded.

Barry was having none of that when he revealed, "I've been hard since you sucked me before the party you little cocktease. It's time to make you pay for that."

It was obvious from what he'd said that she hadn't bothered to finish the job, particularly when he grabbed her and threw her playfully on the couch. She let out a girlish high-pitched giggle as she flew threw the air, landing on her knees on the soft cushions. He bounded after her, pressing her against the back, pushing her up higher as he ran his shaft along the crack of her ass.

"BARRY!" she squealed, feeling his bulbous head penetrate her pussy.

"What?" he answered automatically; firing his hips forward until he was buried all the way inside her.

"UUNNNNNHHHHHH," she grunted, followed by a mild protest. "There's no fucking at the party!"

"The party's over, angel. The only ones left are our real friends."

"They were all our real... oh my God!"

"You know what I mean... our closest friends. You've fucked Neil before. You've fucked Alphonso. They've both seen you like this, so shut the fuck up and fuck your husband!"

She did, letting go of any pretentions that it was still somehow taboo. Grasping the back of the couch, she pushed herself higher, offering her body to him, her chest majestically appearing for her friends to see.

All except for Martina, who was on the floor snoring, her ass jutting out obscenely from the angle she had collapsed. Alphonso never bothered to move or cover her, allowing the guests to gawk at her dripping pussy up until they left. It was part of her punishment as far as he was concerned, including the many pictures he'd made Carol take. She'd made a bet without telling him, and having to drink extra shots was part of having to atone for it. And since she'd passed out in the middle of one of his other challenges for her, he saw no need to hide her from whatever embarrassment she might have caused herself.

"You're just going to leave her like that?" Ann asked, joining her husband's side in the kitchen.

"I don't know. Is Neil going to leave you like that?" he replied, pointing at the mess she'd become.

"I hope so. I worked hard to look like this," she smiled, feeling the last load of cum slowly oozing down her skin. She had sperm everywhere. Most of the guys shot at her head, aiming at her hair or her face. A couple fired at her breasts, coating them. And one or two actually fired at the back of her head, letting it spray onto her back. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and she loved it. She had worked hard on her appearance and it had taken a toll. "Can you get me some aspirin, baby?" she asked as she put the well-used dildo and her leash back in the bag she'd brought.

"Headache?" he asked, concerned she hadn't taken enough to stave off the hangover she'd been hoping to avoid.

"No. My jaw hurts," she winked. "I've had my mouth wide open for so long I feel like I've been at the dentist for two hours."

"Well, you can rest it for the rest of the night."

"No I can't. I have two more cocks to suck... you and Alphonso."

Glancing at Carol, he shook his head. "You're only sucking one then. I'm fucking you... right now. And you're going to suck him while I do it."

"Not unless you get undressed first. You too big guy," she teased Alphonso.

Scurrying out of their clothes, Neil helped her up onto the small square table in the breakfast nook. She slid across the top on her back, her body at an angle so that she hung over two of the adjacent sides. Lifting her legs, she spread them, begging with her eyes to be fucked hard and deep. Reaching behind, she searched for Alphonso, only to find he wasn't there.

"Where'd he go?" she asked, trying to look behind as her head hung over the edge.

"He's fucking his wife at the moment," Neil answered, plunging deep. Grasping her thighs, he pulled her into him, their groins mashing together with a wet, sloppy sound. "You're so wet it feels like you fucked ten guys."

"I did," she whimpered as he hammered into her.

"What are you talking about?"

Her voice became staccato, the words coming out in bursts between his thrusts. "I was... fucking... Alphonso... the entire... time!"

"Oh, I get it. You meant the dildo."

"Yes... but in... my mind... it was... him!"

"What was?" came his big booming voice from behind her.

Neil paused, his rammed all the way inside her as she looked back over her head, eyeing the huge black cock bobbing up and down, all shiny and slick from fucking Martina. "Through with your wife already?"

"Not as much fun fucking her when she's lifeless. It felt good, but I like it more when she moves. She did cum though."

"She did?"

"That's not the first time I've fucked her when she's been passed out, Anna Renee. She feels it, and her body responds, but she doesn't other than to moan a little. She just lays there. It's like fucking a real-life doll," he bellowed with laughter. "But she does cum... and I wanted her to at the party, so she couldn't bitch later that I didn't let her. If I'd let you suck me first, I wouldn't have been able to."

Grabbing his shaft, she pulled him toward her mouth. "Come here, big fella. You can fuck my face. Although I'm not sure I'm going to be able to move much more than her with that big thing in my throat."

He grinned as he stepped forward, resting the tip of his cock against her forehead. She tilted her head back, licking at it before opening up wide. Putting her hands on his ass, she pulled him in, swallowing his shaft slowly. Neil helped by quieting his pace when he started again, allowing her a chance to get used to having two thick pricks in her at once. Once she'd become comfortable, she gave them a thumbs up, gleefully humming around the shaft in her mouth as they began using her.

Her hands returned to Alphonso's ass cheeks, using them to steady her as she lay precariously on the corner of the table. Her lower limbs were being held by Neil, his hands grasping her ankles to spread her wide. Her ass dangled on the edge of the wood, her right cheek almost off it completely. Alphonso had a hold of her neck, supporting her as he rocked his hips in and out, stabbing her mouth.

She was in heaven, a perverse thrill flashing through her at the way she was being treated. "My god... I AM a slut!" she thought as she concentrated on her breathing. Alphonso was mindful, but he was unrelenting as he did as she'd asked, fucking her face. His balls would mash against her nose and eyes, and the idea of that made her tingle. It was so raw, so filthy. She was being split by the two cocks, a slut stuck on them like an animal skewed on a spit. In a way, it seemed like that to her. She'd never felt more on fire sexually in her life, and the cum that covered her was like a glaze.

Her torso went rigid as she came, her fingernails digging into Alphonso's cheeks. He lurched forward, holding still while she shuddered from the intensity of her climax. Neil, however, never bothered to stop, continuing to plunge deep and hard, forcing her lips to ram into his friends' pubic bone.

Feeling the flash, he looked up to see Carol and Barry next to them.

"She looks incredible," she said in a hush.

"So do you," Neil nodded, looking at cum that was splattered all over her face.

"That's your fault," she insisted. "You're the one that said we had to let them cum on us after the party ended."

"That was for Anna Renee."

Her shrug was followed by another picture of Ann. "Yeah, well, what do I know? We weren't supposed to fuck at the party either."

Barry kissed the top of her head. "I told you, angel, the party is over. And so is the after party. This is the after-after party."

"Well if that's the case, we might have to start having after-after parties with our close friends every year."

A few minutes later, Neil bucked wildly, his orgasm seemingly starting in his toes. When it reached the tip of his shaft he pulled out, running his cock through the folds of Ann's cunt, his load spewing out in long, graceful arcs. The sight of that made Alphonso's balls jerk up, and he too pulled out, resting his pulsing shaft on her face. She quickly grabbed his, stroking the tip while she kissed and licked underneath.

"Fuck that feels hot," she cooed as thick sperm splashed all over her chest and neck and body from two directions, the shutter of the camera sounding like a machine gun on rapid fire as Carol tried to capture the guys cumming on her.

"Damn, does it ever," Alphonso groaned as he felt her sucking on his balls.

Her playful giggle filled the room as she posed for more pictures afterward, her smile so bright it almost made the flash on the camera unnecessary. A few minutes after that the five of them sat naked around the very table Ann had been double-teamed on, drinking water as they recounted the night. She was still in disbelief that her team had won the game, never mind all that she'd done following it.

"So, was it what you expected?" Carol asked.

She contemplated the question for a moment before answering. "No, not really," she confessed.

"No good... or bad?"

"Neither. It was just different than I thought it would be. It was fun. But it was... what's the word I'm looking for? Uh... it was... safe."

"Safe?"

"Yeah, I think that's a good word for it. I was nervous at first, but as soon as I was in the moment I relaxed. Neil spanking me helped that. After that, I was in control of what was going on. And I knew everyone, so it made it... I don't know, comfortable. It's not like everyone here didn't know me, or they hadn't seen me give a blowjob. A few of them have had me give them one before, either tonight or at other parties, so yeah... it was safe," she shrugged, her smile still brilliant.

Neil knew exactly what she meant. He'd let her take the reins as soon as he'd taken off the leash. She was in charge from that moment on, and while it was incredible, she'd been thinking he'd be more involved.

"I didn't make you do enough, did I?" he asked.

"Baby, I'm not upset. It was one of the greatest nights of my life, sexually. I have you to thank for that. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, because I'm not."

"No... you're being honest. That's what I love about you."

"And I love the same thing about you."

"And being honest, I didn't push you enough, did I?"

"No, you didn't. But that's okay. The ending, on the table... that was incredible. That's what I'm going to remember most."

"Really? Not sucking off all those guys in that circle?"

"No, because I kind of thought that was what would happen when I won the bet. But I never thought I'd really get fucked while we were here, so that was unexpected. And when the big fella joined in... that's the moment I felt like I wanted to all along. I was covered with cum, and taking on two thick cocks at the same time. And the one I love was fucking me. I became a real slut that moment, and I loved it."

"Who loved... what?" Martina said, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand as she stumbled to the table. Leaning against it, she stared across toward Ann, trying to adjust to the light. When her eyes finally focused, the image changed from the fuzzy shape to something much clearer, and her mouth fell open. "Fuck... never mind. Forget I even asked."

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

Ann sat rigid in the passenger seat, her left hand gripping the console between the seats, her right fingering her clit furiously as the car sped down the interstate. Her orgasm was announced with a high-pitched scream, drowning out the hum of the tires on the pavement.

Neil chuckled, amazed at just how quickly she'd gotten herself off. It had to be less than three minutes by his estimation since she'd plopped down in the seat, never bothering to buckle up. Instead she'd jumped inside and slammed the door shut, barking at him to drive off. He likened it to her robbing a convenience store and he was the getaway driver.

"Well, it was a convenience store," he laughed to himself when he compared what she'd done to the mental metaphor he'd come up with.

She was frigging her pussy before they ever made it to the on-ramp, and she was cumming just a couple of miles down the highway. When she finally came down, she opened her eyes, calmed by the darkness they were now shrouded in.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still amazed at the intensity with which she masturbated.

Sinking back into her seat, she opened her eyes, glaring at him. "Of course I'm not okay!" Yet his smile disarmed her, and she let out a deep sigh. Relenting, she offered a different answer. "I'm fine... no thanks to you."

"HA! The reason you're fine is because of me."

"How do you figure that?"

"You said at the party that you were upset that I didn't make you do enough?"

"I never said I was upset, Neil. I said I was comfortable."

"You said you felt safe. How do you feel now?"

"Like a slut!"

"And wasn't that the point of tonight? I only made you do what you wanted to do all along."

"I hardly think that was on my radar."

"And again, that was the point. You said it yourself. You knew everyone at the party, and that made it comfortable. And since you complained --"

"Neil, I never complained. I was honest."

"I know. I asked if I pushed you enough, and you said I didn't. But if you're honest with yourself now, you'll know that all I did was make you feel the way you wanted to feel in the middle of all those men. I made you feel uneasy. I pushed you like you wanted me to do with them. I just made you act like the slut you wanted to be."

"Still, I can't believe you made me do it," she sighed again. "You should have seen his face when I walked in."

Neil had listened to her at the end of the party, lamenting the fact that she'd felt safe and secure. She wasn't upset. She was just answering Carol's question. But like always, her answer was honest and open. And that ate at him. She'd wanted to be made to do things, and he didn't go as far as she wanted. Hell, there were two sets of handcuffs in the bag she'd brought in the house, and he'd never bothered to use either of them.

Neither did Ann. Her original plan to use one of them on Martina, thinking it would be fun to make her eat pussy while not being able to use her hands. But she didn't feel right about it with the way she was drinking. As it was, the night turned out pretty incredible without them.

Neil felt the same way. He'd taken a set he had in his bin under the car seat, putting them in the bag to make Ann think he might use them, keeping her on edge. But that would have been going too far. As it was, he regretted using the leash. Both of those items were far more suited for Annabelle, and he didn't want to go there. That's one of the reasons he backed off using the riding crop. He never would have done any of those things if she were playing the role of Anna Renee at their house, so there was no reason to do it at the party.

But the one thing she'd missed was being made to perform as a slut. That was the one trait she shared with Annabelle. Forced to improvise, he tried to mesh the two in a way that wouldn't be so daring, but he missed the mark in that he didn't dare her enough. He stewed about that as he drove them home.

It didn't seem to bother Ann. She was content as she walked naked and sticky out of the Morrison's home. But he couldn't let go of the fact that he'd somehow let her down. It wasn't until they neared the gas station by the exit that the answer came to him. Whipping his car around the turn, he pulled in to where she'd put on an erotic show to start their night, he parked next to the entrance.

"What are we doing?" she asked.

"We're not doing anything. You are." His devilish smile forced a chill, her nipples hardening even more from the inference in his voice.

"What?"

"We didn't pay for our gas, and all he got was a little peek. I don't think that's enough."

"So you want him to see me like this?" she asked nervously, yet excited by the idea.

"No. You're going to go inside and pay him."

"I don't remember how much it was, Neil."

"It doesn't matter. You're paying him with your mouth."

"Wait... what?"

"Go inside and give him a blowjob, slut."

"NEIL!"

"Now Anna Renee, or you know what will happen when we get home."

Gathering her nerves, she'd tried to walk inside the store with confidence, strutting directly toward the safety cubicle the young man was sitting in. He noticed her right away, unable to take his eyes off her. He was unsure if he should really open the door, thinking it had to be a prank or some sort. But she charmed her way inside, falling quickly to her knees, taking the strangers cock from his jeans. It was over almost before it started. After all, it's not every day a gorgeous woman walks naked into your store and begs to give you a blowjob. He came in under five minutes, much like she had when she returned to the car. It was his fresh cum dripping down her chest that fueled her desire, causing her to frantically finger herself to an orgasm of her own.

Now she was back in the passenger seat, catching her breath as she sat in the dark, the episode behind her. She was more focused, the event clear as she pictured it in her mind, prodded by Neil's questions.

"What was his name?"

"I didn't ask," she replied.

"Did he have it on his shirt?"

"I didn't look."

"So you just went in?"

"I did what you made me do."

"But how?"

"I walked in, told him I was a bad girl for using my body to get out of paying, and that I was being made to use it the right way."