Ann: The Married Years Ch. 45

She was thankful that she'd had the foresight to sign up for one of Ann's classes, having been taught the art of deepthroating. She'd had Neil in mind when she decided to take the class, hopeful there might be another opportunity for her to someday have some fun with him. When Ann called her to ask if she'd be willing to be a banker again as part of their game, she jumped at the chance.

Still, the gargling sounds she made were frightening to her. The drool that was flowing from her mouth was another sign that this was no ordinary blowjob. Much like with everything he'd done once he'd tied her up, this was about a man taking her, and doing whatever he wanted.

That revelation actually made her cum again, the vibrator stuffed in her pussy still buzzing wildly. Her legs began to ache again, the muscles contracting as the climax overwhelmed her lower half. Yet she didn't have the luxury of simply enjoying it, riding it out like she had before. Not with the way he was abusing her mouth and throat.

Each thrust felt like he was jamming his cock deeper, the unusual way she was bound making it easy for him to manipulate her body. It wasn't until a few moments later that she realized he wasn't moving his hips at all. He was using his hands, grasping he sides of her head, literally rocking her onto his shaft. It gave her a perverse thrill to think of how she was being used.

"I'm his fuck toy," she gleefully thought. That is until he pulled on her nipple chain, making the ends of her breasts feel like they'd just been lit on fire.

"UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" she growled around his thick shaft.

She tried to concentrate on her breathing, feeling her nostrils flare each time he jabbed deep into her throat. Her lips were numb and her jaw hurt from constantly being forced open to swallow something so large. Every dozen strokes or so he'd pull out, and she gasp for air, often coughing and sputtering. But he never backed off or bothered to ask if she was okay. He made sure she knew before they started anything. She had a word. She had the ability to grunt. And he had the wherewithal to constantly look for signs of her struggling beyond what seemed safe.

Indeed, he'd mastered the art of being a Master. At least that's how he looked at it. He knew what he was doing, and even though most of this was knew to Heather, he'd been with her enough over the years to be able to read her sexually. Being familiar with the person he was with added to his confidence. If this was someone he'd never been with, he'd never be able to push things the way he was.

Neil kept a watchful eye on the wall. It was a habit he had whenever he worked third, always wary of having to take the hour-long power nap that would help get him through the night. But it wasn't even six o'clock, the need for that nap still over four hours away. He had plenty of time. And yet, he felt rushed, probably because he didn't know what he'd be doing the rest of the night with Heather. He didn't know if she'd want to continue what they were on the fringes of starting, or if she'd simply want to check it off her list. He gave her credit for taking what he was giving her, but it was just a small taste of that sexual experience.

What he knew for sure was that if she was done... if this was her one shining moment as his bondage plaything, she'd need some aftercare. It was important to show love and affection whenever a session was over. The physical toll he was demanding of her body would actually be the easy part for her to recover from. It was the emotional change that was always the concern, especially for a first timer. If this wasn't for her, it would take a while to calm her and reassure her that everything would be okay.

He couldn't worry about that at the moment though, on the pretense that she might actually be enjoying how she was being treated. He needed to remain focused, knowing that if he let up, she'd notice, and that would lead her to wonder if he had reservations about what he was doing with her. If any doubt seeped in, it might ruin the experience. It was a delicate balancing act, but one he'd become accustomed to. Gone were the days he'd second guess himself, or worry about going too far. He was confident and secure in his actions. He couldn't speak for Heather, but he knew that was one of the things Ann got off on; knowing she was giving herself totally to a man that could handle her every changing needs.

At the moment however, it was only his needs that concerned him. He could feel his balls churning, his load building from the way he was hammering Heather's mouth. With the way her body literally rocked because of how she was bound and positioned on the carpet, the pressure on his shaft continually changed during each long thrust. It wasn't even a thrust; his arms making her throat engulf him over and over, until he was ready to explode.

There was no announcement. It wasn't something he needed to declare. He was going to cum where he wanted. She had no say in the matter. He already had his target in mind. He pulled out unceremoniously, stroking the tip of his cock with his hand as he held her in place. He started spewing, cum bursting from the head, blasting into her face from point blank range. She kept her mouth open, but he wasn't aiming. He simply jacked off, letting his load fly, making a mess of her hair, face and the carpet below.

Finished, he took his still hard cock and used it as a tool, slapping it against her cheeks and chin. She was amazed at how much that hurt, the act stunning her. It was even more demeaning when he wrapped some of her loose hair around his shaft, using her strands to wipe his cock clean, like he was using a towel.

Taking her chin, he lifted her slightly, making her groan as her body bent back once again. This time he was able to actually ask the question about whether how she wanted the rest of their night to go.

"So, where do we go from here?"

He wasn't surprised by her answer. He could see it in her eyes before she spoke softly.

"M... more please."

"That's what I thought. We're going to have to make a phone call, Heather."

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

Driving to Neil's parents, Ann was a nervous wreck. She kept checking her look in the rearview mirror, not recognizing the woman in the reflection.

"If I can't tell who I am, what's Owen going to think?" she worried.

Pulling into the driveway, she was happy to see him waving at the van. He was sitting on his Grandpa Thomas' lap, rocking back and forth on a lawn chair rocker on the big front porch. Driving up the hill to the landing at the top, she parked and took a deep breath.

"I hope this wasn't a mistake," she sighed, looking one more time in the mirror.

It didn't bother her that all she was only wearing was the tiny white bikini. Betsy and Darren knew all about Tina's sales promotion. And as Tina had been quick to point out, Betsy had shown up at the salon just two weeks before at the beginning of the event, wearing a bikini of her own. While Ann didn't know that before she left the house after dropping Owen off to stay with them while she had her hair done, it didn't change things. Her in-laws never batted an eye when she showed up in her bikini with their grandson in tow.

Well, Betsy didn't. Darren certainly did, eyeing his daughter-in-law, not seeing the harm in admiring her firm, sexy body. Betsy didn't either, really. She was always appreciative of Ann's beauty and her willingness to show it off, inside and out. That Ann would inadvertently get Darren excited from time to time didn't seem all that taboo to Betsy. After all, whenever he got that way, no matter how it happened, she was the one that would reap the rewards later that night.

Opening the door, Ann stepped out cautiously, thankful that there was no wind to speak of. She hoped to make a good first impression with her new hairstyle. But she was also nervous that Owen wouldn't recognize her.

Thankfully he never paused as he raced around the corner of the house to greet her.

"Momma," he squealed in delight, his tiny voice always making her heart melt. He couldn't form many words yet, but he knew what to call his parents, calling Neil "Da" whenever he saw him.

"Hey Owen, Mommy's back," she said cheerfully as she bent to pick him up. He jumped into her arms, squeezing her neck, giving her a quick kiss on the lips when she puckered for him. "Mommy missed you sweetie," she said as she nuzzled his neck, making him giggle.

As Darren and Betsy walked around the van, Ann cradled her son in her left arm, a wary eye toward her in-laws as she braced for their reaction. Betsy's eyes grew wide, and she flashed a brilliant, approving smile. Darren's response was even better, his mouth dropping open; a hungry, primal growl bursting out of his chest.

"So... what do you think?" Ann asked sheepishly.

"I think you're changing hairdressers, Betsy," Darren responded quietly, never taking his eyes off of Ann.

"I already did, sweetheart. I've been going to Tina for over a year."

"Well why haven't you come home looking like THAT?" he said half-jokingly as he pointed toward the stunning woman holding his grandson.

"I did, two weeks ago. You saw me get out of the car in my bikini, remember? I never made it out of the garage," she teased.

He chuckled as he thought of that particular Saturday afternoon; his wife exiting her car that she'd conveniently parked in the driveway so she could strut into the house while he was mowing the lawn, knowing she'd get noticed. Two minutes later she was bent over the hood of his car in the garage, giggling as he took her from behind like they were twenty-year old newlyweds.

"Ha... yes, I do remember that. I was referring to her hair, though."

"I know you were sweetheart. But that's a style that wouldn't look good on me. It looks incredible on you, though, Anna. I can't tell you how different it makes you look. I really didn't think you could get any sexier, but I was wrong."

"I'll say," Darren muttered under his breath.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you to say, Mom. Do you think Neil's going to like it?"

"Of course I do. But I think that's a question that's better for a Thomas man to answer. What do you think, Darren?" Betsy quizzed, putting her husband on the spot more than he already was, knowing he was leering at her in a purely lustful way.

"Lucky... lucky man," he nodded slowly, his eyes still unblinking. Grasping his wife by the wrist, he pulled at her arm, tugging her toward the house. "Come, Betsy... I have something I need to show you."

Betsy shrieked excitedly from the force of his grip. "Am I going to make it out of the garage this time dear?" she asked with a wink toward Ann.

"Dining room... table... now!" he barked gruffly.

"Looks like we'll be starting up the grill a little later than I thought, Anna," Betsy giggled as she was practically dragged toward the house through the garage. "Make yourself at home"

"We will," Ann called out, loving how Neil's parents didn't feel the need to hide what they were about to do around her. The tone and demeanor of Darren's voice sounded incredibly familiar to her, and that had her thinking of Neil once again. Putting Owen down when she heard the door to the house shut, she led him by his hand toward the back yard. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go get the grill started for Grandpa while he nails your Grandma," she laughed, knowing her son couldn't comprehend what she meant.

A half-hour later, the coal on the Weber was almost perfect for grilling. Owen was happily splashing in the blow-up pool that his Grandparents had bought for the back patio, while Ann lounged in the early evening sun.

She heard the patio door slide open, Betsy stepping through in what could only be described as a rather skimpy white bikini. It was similar to the one Ann was wearing, but the bottom was a bit more modest. Instead of being a thong, it was more of a French cut design. Still, it showed off a great deal of flesh, and it caught Ann's eye.

"Wow, Mom... you look fabulous," Ann grinned.

"Thanks sweetie. Darren wanted me dressed a certain way. I can't imagine where he came up with that idea," she laughed as she sat down next to her.

"I think its sweet you obliged."

"Why wouldn't I? We Thomas women love stoking the fire in our men. Speaking of which... I see you got the grill going."

"No big deal. I thought it was the least I could do since Dad was going to be... occupied."

"Yes, he most certainly was, thanks to you," she cooed. "He was really worked up by your new look."

Ann smiled as she got a closer glimpse at Betsy now that she was seated. "Uh... I see he gave you one too," noticing the large load of cum in her dark hair.

"You like? He said he liked your new color, so he was trying to lighten mine. I've never looked good as a blonde, though."

"You used to be blonde?"

"A couple of times. He loved it when I was. He has a thing for them... another reason he was drooling when he saw you, no doubt. You look great as a blonde, and the highlights really pop. But that color really doesn't go well with my skin tone. I'm much sexier as a brunette, I think."

"You're sexy no matter what, Mom. Even more so with those new highlight streaks you have. They pop too."

"I think so too. He was a bit shocked I didn't take a shower to wash them out, though."

"Why didn't you?"

"Well for one, I knew you wouldn't judge me. He really didn't think I would let it stay like this, and I like to keep him guessing about those kinds of things. You never want your man to think he has you figured out, sweetie," she stated, as if she was offering Ann a free life lesson. "Plus, he worked so hard to put them there. It seemed like a shame to get rid of them so soon. The way I figure it, if he wanted me to look this way at the time, there's no reason to stop once we're done, as long as our company doesn't seem to mind."

The door slid open again, and Darren walked through in just his pair of shorts, a grilling apron tied around his upper body, hiding his muscular bare chest. Ann did a double-take, recognizing just how accurate she was in comparing him to a man named Daniel that she'd had a brief, torrid sexual relationship with. In fact, Daniel was the last man she'd fucked before she reconnected with Neil.

Darren was carrying a tray of burger patties and hot dogs, some seasonings, along with a barbecue spatula and tongs. Setting the tray down on a table, he looked back at his wife, his nostrils flaring at how he'd marked her as his.

Turning to the grill, he noticed it was ready to go. In his voice deep, he bellowed, "Me have fire... me cook meat now."

Ann laughed out loud hysterically at his caveman speak, the infectious happiness filling the air. And that had Owen giggling with her. "Oh my god... I love you guys!" she said as she wiped a joyous tear from the corner of her eye.

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

They'd finished eating dinner, Betsy insisting they eat in the dining room. It seemed a bit formal for what was supposed to be a cookout, but Ann knew why. While it wasn't announced, it was clear to Ann that Darren was seated where he'd taken his wife. It was Betsy's way of keeping her husband on edge, knowing what he'd done to his wife on that very table less than two hours before. And it worked. The stares he gave her while they ate were telling.

Things calmed a bit after dinner, as they retreated to the patio again. Darren cleaned the grill while Betsy and Ann played with Owen in the pool. The little tyke was taking a small plastic cup, filling it over and over, then dumping the water on himself. He was also pouring it on his mother and grandmother, but they wouldn't let him put it on their heads... instead directing him to do it on their upper bodies to keep them wet. That wasn't lost on Darren, the white material of the bikinis becoming transparent on both the women.

"Would anyone like another beer?" he asked as he began pulling the grill toward the garage where he stored it.

"No thanks," Betsy replied quickly, having already had one with her dinner. "One was enough for me."

"Sure... I'll have another one with you," Ann replied.

He returned a short time later with two Budweiser's, the caps already twisted off. Handing one to Ann, he moved a lawn chair into the grass so he could sit in the shade and watch.

"Care to join us, Dad?" she asked, sipping on her bottle, seeing that he was only wearing his shorts.

"Not now. I had my fill of that thing two nights ago when you were at the salon. I didn't think Owen was going to ever let me out."

"He loves the water. We're going to have to think about getting one of these for the deck someday."

The playful serenity of the evening was eventually broken by the sound of the phone ringing through the mesh of the screen window.

"I'll get it," Betsy said as she stood up.

Darren started to rise, saying "I can get it Bets. Relax and have fun with Owen."

"I need to get out anyway, sweetheart. I'm starting to wrinkle."

His eyes flashed to her lower half, the bikini bottom showing her pubic mound as if she weren't wearing one at all. It was the first time he'd ever seen her wear that suit in the water, and he growled as he saw just how exposed she was because of it.

Sauntering into the house, they heard her answer, appearing back through the open door seconds later. "Here she is, sweetie," she said before handing Ann the phone. "It's Neil."

"Oh, okay. I'll take it in the house. It's getting late. I need to get Owen ready for bed anyway."

Ann stood up, not bothering to cover herself. Darren was quick to notice the material of her bikini had the same effect from the water as his wife's, his eyes snapping to the cloth covering her mound. Betsy laughed at his reaction as she came over to sit on his lap, her wet bum soaking his tan shorts. "Are you okay there, big fella?" she teased regarding yet another physical reaction to his daughter-in-law's beauty.

"I think I just pulled a retina," he retorted, making her laugh.

Ann helped Owen out of the water, drying him off as she made small talk with Neil. She knew he had something he wanted to talk about, but the subject matter wasn't something she wanted to do in front of his parents, even with how open they were being at the moment. Some things were still better left to be private, and this seemed to be one of them.

Taking their son into the house to change him for the night so he'd be ready for bed, she cradled the phone to her ear, speaking in more hushed tones. "Okay baby... I can talk now. What's going on?"

Neil cleared his throat, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. "Well first, in spite of what I'm about to ask you, I want you do know that I love you... and I really miss you guys."

"We love you and miss you too, baby. Now again, what's going on? I'm not sure how long I'm going to be able to talk privately."

"Okay... well, suffice it so say that things took a turn for the strange this evening."

"Really? How so?"

"I was hoping to finish painting, and I had a little more to go when Heather came home. And, well... she was impatient. You know how women can be. Anyway, I had to teach her a lesson about patience, and learning to wait to control her desires. And now... well, now it would appear that she wants a few more lessons."

"Lessons? What kind of lessons? Wait. Are... are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"That would depend on what you think I'm saying. What do you think I'm saying?"

"Neil, seriously... what are you saying?"

"I'm trying not to say anything. But it's pretty obvious that this falls outside the rules of the game we've playing. And because of that, I thought we should call to make sure you're okay with what I did, and where we go from here."