Ann: The Married Years Ch. 47

"God, you're beautiful," he hissed.

"Thanks. Come inside, baby... we have a long night ahead of us."

"We do?"

"Uh huh... we have two weeks to make up for, and I want to get started right away," she said as she took him by the wrist, gently pulling him inside. She closed the door, and then slowly dropped to her knees, her hands finding the drawstring tied underneath the waistband of his gym shorts. She inhaled deeply as she lowered his shorts, taking in his musky scent.

"I should shower," he offered.

Leaning in closer to his crotch, she exhaled quickly and then inhaled again, savoring the distinct aroma. It was pungent, almost overpowering; the mixture of sweat and grime combined with his own natural scents was intoxicating to her. "Absolutely not," she sighed, licking her lips. "You smell wonderful."

"Anna, I've been working all day."

"I'm just Ann right now baby. I'm your loving wife. And I know you've been working hard for me while I've been away. This is how you're supposed to smell after working all day. Like a man. I've missed this so much."

Gripping underneath his balls, she ran her tongue along the underside of them, dragging it all the way up his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his flesh. Her broad tongue made his thickness flinch in the process. She squeezed his scrotum to control his movement, keeping him still as she went from base to tip over and over. Then she pressed his cock against his hard abdomen, taking one of his balls in her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. She sucked back and forth on them both, making him growl.

Her hands went to his thighs, and she moved up gently, her tongue now circling his bulbous head. Soon half his cock was in her mouth, and she was sucking it very slowly, toying with him. Her saliva dripped from her lower lip, making a bit of a mess of the front of her sheer lingerie, but she didn't care. She was too busy pleasing her man, just like a perfect wife should.

She swallowed him whole a few minutes later, his girth stretching her throat in the most wonderful way. Her moans had him reeling. So did her appearance. Yes, indeed, she did look a bit like his favorite TV actress. But this was Ann, not Jennifer, and she was a total babe no matter what kind of hair style she chose.

That said her new look turned him on incredibly. There was no doubt some of it was just from them being apart for a while, but the way his cock got hard the first moment he saw her step around the van proved how much he loved her new style. He started to reach for her head, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, loving how she was looking up at him as she slowly deepthroated him.

All too soon she stopped, rising up to plant a long, sensuous kiss flush on his parched lips. He felt her tongue slip over his, searching his mouth, feeling the heat of her body as she pressed hard against him.

When she finally broke away she reached down to pull her bedroom attire over her head. When she did, he got his first look at her new pubic styling, and he nearly shot his load right then and there.

"So, does that mean you like it," she asked, batting her eyes not-so-innocently as she noticed his open mouth and catatonic stare.

"Whoa... mama," he stammered.

"You said that outside," she giggled. "Come... Mama needs to feel you inside of her."

"You don't want me to do you?" he asked. She knew what he meant, but she gently shook her head.

"I've had a lot of tongues in my pussy the last couple of weeks, baby... and more than a few dildos, as well as a vibrator or two. What I haven't had is a big, fat cock making love to me." She flopped down onto the mattress, slowly spreading her thighs for him. "I want to feel your stretch my hot pussy, lover. Make me cum like only you can."

Sliding between her smooth, velvety thighs, he eased his cock inside her in a long, steady motion. She let out a hiss that made the tiny hairs on his neck stand up, her hands finding his chest as he settled over her smaller frame. Leaning up a bit, she inhaled again, taking in his scent once more, as if she couldn't get enough.

"Sure I shouldn't shower?"

"Oh fuck... no, baby. I told you, I love it. You smell wonderful to me."

That began an intense, yet romantic tryst as they became reacquainted with each other. Neil recalled his father once calling it reunion sex, or something along those lines. It was the reward Betsy gave Darren after being separated on his long sales trips during the week.

Neil could feel Ann's walls gripping at his shaft. She felt tighter than ever. He was doing everything he could not to start hammering her, but her kissing and moaning only added to the passion of the moment. When her back arched a short time later, he couldn't hold back. He latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth and he growled, spewing his hot cum deep inside her as she came all over his cock.

"Mmm... we came at the same time," she whispered as she held him close, kissing along his collarbone.

"I know... but that was much too quick," he whined, disappointed that he didn't last longer.

"I'm glad," she admitted, pressing her lips to his temple.

"Why would you be glad I came so fast?"

"If you didn't, I'd think you didn't miss me that much." Her playful giggle filled the room, and she grabbed his shoulders, using her powerful legs to twist her body. He obliged, letting her flip him over until he was on his back. "Now, get out," she said unceremoniously as she lifted off his cock.

He felt his shrinking shaft slap against his stomach, his face puzzled by her sudden change of demeanor. He'd expected an extended amount of cuddle time. Instead, she was asking him to... well, he wasn't sure.

"Get... out?"

"Yes. I told you, we've got a long night ahead of us. That was just round one."

"Round one?"

"Yep... out of at least four. So go to the living room and watch some television. But you better rest up. I don't want you cumming so quickly the next time."

"What are you going to be doing?"

"I'm going to be getting ready... I'm Anna now," she winked.

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

He was back in the living room for the second time, having just finished fucking his wife. It was a hard, energetic romp; the likes of which he couldn't forget. His cock was still throbbing a bit as he sat in his favorite chair, his eyes on the television, but his mind was on what had just transpired.

She'd told him she was going to be Anna, but if that wasn't hint enough that she was going to be in a different mood, the way she came out to get him certainly made it crystal clear. First, she was dressed for sex. While he loved her in her negligee, it was obviously an outfit designed to create a certain result. That and she had been barefoot, which was a telltale sign that they would be making love and not something more physically demanding.

This time she was wearing an ensemble that was much more risqué and it didn't hide any of her. There was the purple and black corset that lifted her exposed breasts. There was the matching garter that framed her copper colored pubic region, making it stand out. The garter held up her black fishnet stockings, showcasing her sexy legs. There were the long fishnet gloves that ran up past her elbows, also in black. But there were also the hints of purple that stood out, like the little bow on the front of the garter, and the purple laces on the corset itself. Then there were the shiny purple heels she was wearing, complete with 5-inch spikes. And the purple leather choker around her neck, matching perfectly with the thick shade of lipstick she'd put on. Yes, she had purple lipstick, and it looked spectacular.

She was wearing a lot more make-up; going from alluring to slutty by adding just a few touches here and there. In one hand was his Nikon camera, two fresh rolls of film in the other.

"Time to take some pictures of the new me, baby," she nearly demanded.

They spent a half-hour taking photos, Ann posing in various places throughout the house. Images of the pictures of the magazines Betsy gave her came to mind, and she channeled the feeling she had when looking at them. Neil could feel her sexual energy bursting through the lens as she gracefully moved about.

"She should have been a model," he said to himself at one point as she struck a particularly sexy stance, her eyes smoldering as she exposed herself in so many ways.

When the makeshift photo shoot moved onto the deck, she became more turned on, if that were even possible. Neil had to change some settings on the camera because of the darkness, adjusting the flash to capture the images. He quickly noticed the change in her demeanor, the burning desire coming through loud and clear.

The fuck that followed was powerful. She'd been lying on the large cushion of her lounger, which she'd thrown onto the deck floor. Pulling her legs back by her ankles, she locked them straight, spreading herself for one last picture.

Eyeing his raging hard-on, she growled, "Fuck me... now!"

The pictures he took of her afterward, her cunt dripping from a second load of his cum, were lewd and slutty. They were exactly how she wanted them to be. She'd hoped the pictures would convey the very essence of all the stages of Anna to completion. He couldn't wait to see how they'd turn out.

He glanced to his right as he sat in his chair, the camera now on the countertop of the island. He doubted they'd be using it the rest of the night, but he didn't put it away, mainly because he was forbidden from going into the bedroom again. Ann was making yet another transformation.

She finally appeared forty minutes later, wearing her grey gym shorts, which were similar to the ones Neil had been wearing when she came home. She also had on one of her disposable t-shirts she'd bought at the theatre when she was Pamela Bouvier to his James Bond. It was a pink one, with some cute text written on the front; a comedic slogan promoting the theatre itself. It was very tight, showing off her braless breasts, and he felt his heart begin to pound in time with his growing erection.

Her make-up was back to being alluring and sexy, instead of the all-out slut she was before. But she also had this mischievous air about her that was unmistakable. This was a woman looking for trouble. Barefoot again, she strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

He knew from her attire what was on her mind. Or more accurately, who she was now pretending to be. He just wasn't sure how he was supposed to conjure up the emotional angst required to deal with her.

That is until he realized this wasn't something that required a lot of thought. She wasn't trying to pick a fight. Far from it... but she wanted to feel like Anna Renee. He just had to separate the anger that usually preceded his sexually aggressive response to how she'd act, focusing on the sex itself. She was implying through her attire that she was open to him taking her however he wanted. That didn't mean it couldn't still be playful, like it became that first time she was Anna Renee.

"Can you get me a beer, babe?" he asked.

"Get it yourself, you lazy ass," she winked with a sly smile, thinking she needed to provoke him just a little, but hoping he'd get the hint.

That was the only spark he needed to ignite the fire. Leaping from his chair, he ran toward her, mock anger in his eyes. She felt her heart jump into her throat, unable to move. It actually shocked her how fast he closed ground to get to her, like a jungle cat leaping and striking its prey.

He grabbed her by her new hairdo, which thrilled her. She'd been concerned he might not be as aggressive since she'd just had it done. But he didn't seem to care, and her pussy responded. She was already wet, and frankly sticky, but it felt like she'd sprung a leak between her legs when he took her forcefully and pulled her wherever he wanted. She squealed, her scalp burning as he gripped her blonde tresses. It was exactly what she dreamed it would be when she was getting dressed... it became the act without the argument. It wasn't exactly the same as those other times, but it was damn close.

He ended up dragging her into the garage. Oddly, they'd neglected to put the van inside after unloading it, and that open space was suddenly his playground. And she was his plaything. He used her in whatever way he wanted.

She lay there motionless on the cold concrete, her body in the middle of a large stain left behind from all the times Neil had changed the oil in their vehicles. Her skin was dirty and grimy, her knees sore. To her left were the tattered remains of her pink shirt, torn to shreds when he ripped it off. On the workbench were her shorts, tossed there after he forcefully removed them.

It wasn't clear which hurt more at the moment; the follicles on her head, or her butt cheeks. He'd pretty much kept control of her movements by gripping her hair throughout, and he had spanked her ass over and over as he fucked her anally. It didn't matter, because her pussy still tingled, Stanley the hammer remaining buried inside her steamy cunt as she lay there. He'd fucked her with it as he pounded her ass from behind doggy style.

"That was magical," she said breathlessly some ten minutes after he'd taken pictures of her like she was on the garage floor, wanting to forever capture the aftermath of what they'd done.

He left without a word, leaving the door to the house open. Soon after she heard the shower running, knowing he was finally getting himself clean. She, on the other hand, was as filthy as she could be; another load of cum dripping out of an orifice on her body. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a few moments of reflection. Her homecoming was everything she'd wanted.

Well, almost.

Sitting up, she removed the hammer, leaving it on the floor of the garage. She looked at her flesh, his greasy fingerprints all over her tits and abdomen. It brought a wicked grin to her face, yet she wanted more. She needed more. She needed what she'd been thinking about off and on since she sat in that chair at Tina's; a craving that was solidified when her friend was shaping the pubic hair on her mound, before coloring it. Feeling the fine fur with her fingers, she sighed. It was the perfect new compliment to her gorgeous hairstyle. But she knew what she had to do if she wanted her night to have the perfect ending.

Neil was startled when the shower curtain opened; even more so when Ann stepped in silently, waiting patiently for him to finish rinsing his hair.

"You okay babe?"

"I'm fine," she said in a quiet, demure voice, her tone almost reverent.

"Here, let me get out of the way so you can get cleaned up."

"No... I'm fine. I can wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He was a bit taken aback by her demeanor, but he didn't question it. He knew he hadn't gone too far in the garage. Hell, the way she screamed when she came pretty much told the neighborhood she was more than okay with how he'd treated her. Finishing up, he started to move out of the way so she could trade places and have her own space. But she wanted nothing to do with that.

"Turn off the spray, please." He did, puzzled, but aware enough to simply do as she requested. She opened the curtain for him to step out, and as he was drying himself off, she closed it again.

A couple minutes later, she turned the water off, and opened the curtain one last time. She was still filthy, having never bothered to clean the dirt, oil and grime off her body. But that wasn't what shocked Neil.

"What did you do?"

"I shaved."

"I can see that. Why?"

"It's what I'm supposed to do."

"What?"

"You've taught me well. It's what I have to do. I have to sacrifice my pubic hair for you, no matter how much I love it."

"I loved it too!" he whined, totally missing what she was getting at.

"Don't worry...It'll grow back. And Tina showed me how to do it, so no worries."

"I know it will grow back, but you just got it done. I don't understand, Anna.... belle," he said, finally putting it all together.

"Hello, Master," she smiled. "It's good to see you again."

"You too," he nodded, the flash in her eyes making his heart skip.

"I hope you have time for me. I know you've been busy with Heather the last couple of days."

"I'll always have time for you Annabelle, especially now that it's our day."

"Our day?"

"Yep. It's Sunday. That's our day, isn't it?" he asked, knowing it after midnight now, and it was the one day of the week they'd always set aside to attend to each other sexually.

"I'm yours every day, Master," she answered dutifully, biting her lower lip with anticipation. She knew from the way he looked at her that it was going to become another memorable Sunday in the long list of ones they'd shared together. And she couldn't wait to get started.