Ann: The Married Years Ch. 51

"Mmm, what's that?" she moaned, biting at her lower lip.

"I don't want the first time we have sex to be fucking in front of your future ex-husband. And that's who he is now, Kitten. I want our first time to be on that bed right there," he pointed toward the one closest to the window, "and I want us to make love."

"There's going to be more than one time we have sex?" she hissed.

"Oh, I think we both know that to be true. There's going to be a lot of sex to look forward to after tonight. Rose, would you be so kind as to video this for us?"

Rose's heart jumped as she moved to the large case where she kept that particular equipment. "It would be my honor," she grinned.

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Whatever peaceful space Dale found in his head evaporated when the door opened. Yet no one entered. Ten minutes went by and he was still in the room by himself. He'd long come to terms with his predicament. At least he thought he had. Certainly, he'd learned there was nothing he could do. The way he was secured proved it futile to continue attempting to escape. Alexis has done an ingenious job on the binds, which was all the more remarkable when considering it was her first effort ever in rigging with rope, or any other type of bondage.

As the minutes passed, he became more anxious, wondering why no one had come in. He tried not to move, listening over the heartbeat rushing through his eardrums. There was no being calm; not with the situation he'd put himself in. It seemed like he'd been alone so long, but he couldn't tell for sure how much time had elapsed. The sultry minx that had orchestrated the circumstance of his being there had turned the clock on the nightstand between the beds so he couldn't see it.

Suddenly a panic set in; a horrific belief popping into his head. "They're not coming back. The maid's going to find me like this in the morning!" he screamed in his head.

Ann had moved to the far side of the room, motioning for Alexis and Gloria to come with her. They were being silent, instead watching what was about to happen from the shadows near the hallway of the entry. They had already looked on as Valerie undressed her suitor, finding it thrilling to see the look in her eyes as she peeled off Kendrick's clothing. Once done, he lay her back on the mattress and climbed between her legs, beginning to slowly lick his way up the inside of her left thigh.

Rose was working. She'd placed a stationary video camera on an adjustable tri-pod, setting it on the other bed to catch their profile. She'd opened the lens to capture their full bodies as they learned about each other in the most intimate way. The camera was angled down, giving the view from slightly above the pair.

With that one already recording, she made sure the time was synchronized on the hand-held unit she was holding. Once done she turned it on and began filming. For the not-so-innocent bystanders watching near the far wall, it was exhilarating entertainment. Not just what Kendrick was doing to Valerie; it was just as captivating to watch Rose move in relation to the action on that set she'd created.

She was careful to mind the other camera, attempting to keep out of the view of the lens as she worked her way back and forth in the area at the foot of the bed. She'd find a position and wait, looking for the perfect moment to zoom in for closeups when the action warranted it.

It was the newest area of Rose's burgeoning business, and it was one she had great hopes for. Videography was in its infancy and Rose hoped to be at the forefront much like she had with erotic photo development. She had done quite a few productions in her first six months into the new venture, but very few of them had been erotic. One of them, however had been at the behest of her business mentors, Todd and Gracie Armstrong.

Gracie was her adviser and Rose had gone to her with the idea. She was intrigued and a little turned on by the naughtier possibilities it could provide. But being aroused was not a good enough reason to just jump into the deep end. Gracie was her adviser because she was savvy.

She did a marketing study of the need for such a service, covering trends, age groups, income brackets and such, trying to determine if the idea was sustainable. In the end the numbers showed the Bay area was a perfect place to launch such an endeavor.

A huge part of that was the continued goodwill Rose's studio benefitted from within her community. That was created by her humanitarian work rescuing animals after the earthquake a few years before, reuniting them with pet owners. She'd built on that recently by offering portrait sittings for pets. She'd actually opened up the new studio in the remodeled loft above her store with that in mind. Obviously, portraits of people were a bigger revenue source, but it was the advertising focused on pets that actually helped the business grow.

The creation of custom video content was still in the infancy stages but Rose was quickly becoming quite proficient. With Todd's financial stability as her secured silent partner, she was able to invest in the proper equipment she needed. The loans were structured in combination with the lease she'd signed, allowing her to do it on her own. Yes, Todd was behind the scenes, but really it was more to make things easier to get started quickly. The payment schedule was aggressive, and she was already twenty percent there in just the first six months.

The biggest key to that success, besides professional cameras, was the editing platform. She was using the two cameras to shoot the scene between Valerie and Kendrick. As she'd done for the video she created for Todd and Gracie, she was capturing the essence of the special moment. The stationary unit was the baseline, filming the entire event from beginning to end. Her hand-held camera also was filming all that happened, but it was much more versatile. By moving around and being able to pan and zoom it allowed for the final product to be more polished.

Once she would complete a taping session the real work would begin, and that's were Rose's true talent showed. She had an incredible eye for editing. She'd make three copies of each tape to keep the originals as shot. The copies were used for blending, taking the best angles and images from the footage of each camera to create cinematic masterpieces.

The quiet was unnerving. Dale had begun to perspire more profusely. Being extremely overweight didn't help, but the stress he'd been under from the situation he'd allowed himself to become ensnared in played the biggest factor. Once he began to panic about being found by a hotel staff member, and not until morning had sweat dripping off his chin. It was starkly different from the drool that had been escaping past the gag in his mouth. But that had stopped, his mouth becoming dry as his body reacted to the stimuli it was being subjected to.

He thought of how he got there; the mysterious business woman at the bar that promised untold pleasures for him during the night. He tried to recall the exact conversation regarding the threesome he signed up for. At least he thought he did. He didn't really read the documents he'd foolishly put his signature on. Hell, he even dated each of them.

"What did she say... something about promising me a night filled with sex I never imagined?" he recalled, before realizing that he never could have foreseen the predicament he was in. "That bitch!"

Truth be told he couldn't even remember what she looked like. He was far more interested in the prospect of fucking Alexis. She was the prize he had set his sights on for months, thinking he'd been working at her for so long it was only a matter of time before he wore her down. It was how he viewed the way to pick up women. After all, it had worked on his wife and she was a knockout.

Because of his lustful feelings for Alexis he never considered her a part of what was happening. She'd signed the same documents he had. In fact, she'd said she'd been with Miss Anderson three times before. With neither of them in the room, or apparently in the other room since he didn't hear anyone, he became concerned about what trouble she might be in. Could it be worse than what he was suffering?

It was very faint at first, but it made him stop his thoughts. He was certain he heard something. Minutes passed until he heard it again but it was clearer, the soft mewling of a woman. It was coming directly on the other side of the headboard of the bed he was on; whatever was happening taking place on an identical bed in the adjacent room. Then came the cry of passion.

"Oooooo baaaaabyyyyyyy!"

"Th... that's Valerie," he recognized. At least he thought he did. In his mind there was no way it could really be her.

Kendrick was nibbling at her outer labia, his strong hand running through the tufts of blonde hair adorning her mound. She was panting, hoping he'd take her in some way, hoping for the release that seemed so far away still.

Shifting his focus unexpectedly, she reacted to his sucking at the sensitive joining of the inside of her right leg to her groin. She let out a scream, followed by a playful giggle.

It was a new experience for her; laughter during sex. Before it had always been almost clinical, with her focus on hoping to get off. It had gotten better when she started making her husband eat her before she ever let him fuck her, insisting she get an orgasm under her belt prior to any pleasure he might receive to guard against not getting any for herself. He was actually rather serviceable with his tongue. Or so she thought. The lesson she was being taught by the large man licking between her thighs told her that everything she thought she knew when it came to sex was about to be redefined. The way he had her pussy bubbling with anticipation made her squirm.

Dale heard her distinctive laugh. There was no doubt it was his wife. He would have pulled against the binds but he knew it was no use. He wasn't angry as much as he was in despair, the idea of his wife with another man making him queasy. Interesting in that he was looking to scratch a sexual need just hours before with two women. It was the reason he was in the hotel to begin with.

Valerie gasped as she felt Kendrick move up her body, hooking her right leg with his elbow to open her hips for him. Not that she wasn't spreading wider on her own. She'd never wanted anything more in her life, except the climax she desired was put off. She nearly melted by him telling her she was going to cum from his cock the first time they made love.

That desperation for the promise of what his oral talent could provide dissipated rapidly as he sliced the huge head of his cock back and forth through the folds of her entrance. She shivered just from his affectionate smile. Easing his hips forward, the cheeks of his ass hollowed as he gently gave her his length. He was careful to go slowly, her playful comment about the size difference between him and her husband taken seriously, allowing her pause to accommodate his thickness. Her long, melodic moan filled the room as he bottomed out. From there all that was left was what the god-like man could do just from moving his magnificent ass.

"My God he's gorgeous," Alexis whispered faintly, unable take her eyes off what she was witnessing.

Kendrick was undulating his hips as he ground in and out of her, using most of his length. He was leaving the bulbous head inside, teasing that he might pull out fully on the back-stoke before rolling himself into her with a measured glide.

"That is one magnificent ass," Gloria countered, her eyes fixated on the engine that was making Valerie hum as he drove her toward her primal need.

Ann's eyes were on her cousin lying beneath the passionate giant of a man that was bringing her such pleasure. Another tear formed in the corner of her eye, her heart melting at the look on Valerie's face. Kendrick was taking her, but at a pace that seemed glacial to the unperceptive. In truth he'd been ever so slowly increasing his speed, and Ann noticed.

"He's smooooooth," she sighed, loving seeing her cousin on the brink of such bliss. It didn't take much to convince her that Valerie was experiencing something she never had before.

Shifting her focus slightly, she stared at Kendrick's naked back. He was taller and weighed a bit more, but it wasn't lost on her how similar in muscle definition he was to her Neil. The broad, sculpted shoulders; the transition of the torso to the slender waist. The powerful thighs. And yes, that magnificent ass. Other than being slightly bigger and the caramel-chocolate skin tone, it was incredible how much he reminded her of her husband.

Kendrick was on top of Valerie, his upper body to the side to allow him access to her massive chest and classic neckline. His left arm still cradled her right leg in the crook of his elbow, giving full-depth to his strokes. His left leg was bent at the knee along the mattress, his right stretched out fully. Neither leg had moved since he entered her. Her body welcomed him as her left foot rested on his thigh. He was gently suckling on her breast, toying with a nipple as he ever-so-gradually increased his pace.

It was only that ass that sped up, if you could think of it that way. Ann's stare trained on that area, marveling at how he was gradually changing the tempo without Valerie aware. It was like she was on cruise control, and every couple of miles he'd reach over and hit the button on the steering wheel; but just once, the speedometer only ticking up that one mile-per-hour. Over time the swiftness with which he was driving her was palpable. Her response was like the driver behind the wheel thinking she was going the speed limit only to discover she was going thirty miles over. Suddenly she was out of control.

Her back arched, her chest thrusting upward toward the ceiling. She snapped her head back as she clenched her eyes just before the crash. The leg he'd been holding up slightly started to shake involuntarily. Rose predicted it, having been reading the scene playing out before her. She was in perfect position to capture the resulting explosion.

Seconds before she came, Kendrick released her breast from his mouth, grinning as it fell into place with a heavy bounce.

"I'm going to cum, baby!" she squeaked.

His baritone came from somewhere deep in his chest and filled the room. His words landed inside Valerie's ribcage, resonating inside her in a way she couldn't fathom. It was like she had a speaker in her chest and he was speaking directly to her heart with a microphone.

"That's it. Cream for me Kitten. Cream on my cock."

It was more of a statement, a simple request. But she responded like he'd given a command and the result was powerful. All the women watching from the safety of the far side of the room had to cover their ears. It was surprising they didn't need some kind of blast shield to protect them from the sound wave. Rose braved the aural onslaught as she zoomed in on Valerie's upper body to record the moment for prosperity; perhaps even for historical purposes. It actually crossed her mind that she might have to do some manipulating with the audio during the editing to account for the rapid change in volume.

Dale heard his wife's climax. It was likely a large part of the hotel had. It was bad enough that he had to endure that experience. But what made it worse was her calling him baby. That he'd responded with a playful pet name of his own made his queasiness turn to nausea.

"That fucker's going to pay!" he groaned into the ball gag, already plotting his retribution.

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"I still can't believe you didn't cum, baby," she said as she tried to regain her composure.

His sexy smirk gave her butterflies as he noted, "I can't believe you're implying that I have no self-control."

She became sheepish. "I'm not saying that. I just, you know...."

Lifting her chin with his finger, he kissed her deeply. She practically swooned as he explored her mouth with his. Breaking off, he got off the bed, his cock like a black marble pillar jutting out just below his chiseled abdomen. Holding out his hand he helped her to her feet pulling her in for a hug.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Valerie. Let's do what we need to do so we can move past this."

"We?"

He winked, kissing the top of her head again. She didn't know why but that loving touch meant the world to her when he did it. She found herself wanting it to happen more, and it had her wondering about Ann's comment of them being together as some kind of fate. She didn't have time to dwell on it though; she found him leading her to the open door between two rooms.

They stood out of view. He let go of her hand, reaching around to pull her left side into his body as they faced the doorway. Rose was already inside, setting up the stationary camera so it was angled at the corner of the bed. With the way Dale had been tied, she made space so she could go behind it to get whatever shot she needed. To start, she had the lens set with close up of his upper body.

Kendrick nodded to Valerie. "You just follow my lead, okay?"

"What is it about you that makes me want to say I'll follow you anywhere," she replied, trying to ease her own tension. When he flashed her a toothy grin, she nodded. "I'll do whatever you need me to do Kendrick."

"You just need to be strong."

She let out a nervous laugh along with a sigh. "Great. That just might be just be the one thing I can't do."

"Yes, you can. You're beautiful, Valerie. I'm trusting that what I'm going to do will help what Neil has in mind. I just need you to trust me tonight."

"Just tonight?" she said as she bit her lip.

"I think we both know the answer to that, Kitten," he grinned with a shake of his head.

Rose came back in to get the other camera, and he nodded for her to close the door. "I'm all set. Are we changing our mind?"

"Of course not, why?" he asked.

"Uh... you had me close the door."

"I just want to collect my thoughts for a moment. I'm trying to make sure I have my mind right."

"Okay, so, what's the plan, big guy?"

At that point it became a small circle, the five women intently listening to what he had in mind.

"I'm going to have a little chat with him first."

"On camera?"

"It has to be."

"Are you sure? I think Neil has this pretty well buttoned up."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Well, no. We won't know that until tomorrow."

"Then we need to make sure we have a back-up plan. That's why I'm here. The Black Knight, remember? Besides, if we don't get anything we can use, it's no big deal if Neil comes through. But if we do get what I think we can --"

"Then, jackpot."

"Exactly."

"So, do you have an actual plan, or are you going to just, wing it?"

"Both, although I'm pretty much a make things up as I go kind of guy."

"Oh my god," Ann gasped. It wasn't just something Neil might say; it was something she'd literally heard him say a hundred times. Kendrick gave her a questioning look, but she waved him off. "Nothing. Go ahead."

"Okay, so we know the ending, right?" he asked, looking directly at Valerie.

"Yeah, although I don't know...."

"You can do this, Val," Ann interjected, trying to be supportive.

"Oh, I'm going to do it. It's not that. I just don't understand the pretense. I mean, isn't it going to just be the same thing he did to me?"

"Not if he wants it," Kendrick smiled.

"What?"

"Leave that to me and Rose. It's all about presentation."

"If you say so. If that's the ending, what's the beginning?"

"That's for me to do. You just need to be gorgeous in the middle. That's the part where you and I are going to fuck," he winked.

She lit up and said, "Well, I'm all for that part. Are you sure we can't just start there?"