Ann: The Married Years Ch. 57

"Good," Ann grinned. Then she picked up a much larger one. Actually, it was her familiar Antonio model, which was longer, much thicker, and was the most similar to Neil's.

"I... I said that one!"

"I know. But trust me, if you can handle this one, and you can... you'll be able to handle any one that comes your way."

"Why would I need to?"

"You're the one that said you're just starting on this journey. You might as well start on the right path. I call this one Antonio."

"Why Antonio?"

"He was an old boyfriend, with a very memorable cock. This is what I use to keep that memory alive."

It wasn't until Ann said that, the inflection in her voice, that Roni made the connection. She remembered her mom talking about Neil's cock, and how Ann had given her a dildo that was eerily close to it. And it was called the Antonio model.

"Oh my God, she's going to fuck me with Neil's cock!" It was more than that. She intended fuck her like Neil. It was part of Veronica's fantasy.

It all stemmed from the night the power went out in her parents neighborhood, some four years before. They were stuck there, the roads leading away from the development blocked by a severely flooded road in one direction, and a huge downed tree that took out the power lines in the other.

Forced to spend the night, she and Brian tried to make the best of it, but it proved difficult. They'd been out to a movie on a date night, having watched Basic Instinct, an erotic thriller if ever there was one. Brian still couldn't get over the fact that Sharon Stone had flashed her bare pussy in a major motion picture, no matter how brief it had been. Roni had been sexually charged not only by that, but by the bisexual aspects of the plot involving Stone's character. While she obviously couldn't relate to her murderous tendencies, she was drawn to the overt sexual nature of the woman she saw on screen.

She actually excused herself to the bathroom when the movie was over, removing her panties and putting them in her purse. She spent the ride to her parents house flashing her wet cunt to her husband. She was beyond horny. They'd been looking forward to picking up Millie, grabbing some food on the way home, and getting her in bed so they could fuck the shit out of each other.

Instead, the trees fell on the power lines soon after they arrived, knocking out the power. When they tried to leave, they found the road blocked by the huge oaks. With them stuck, she was faced with the prospect of going without sex. Brian wasn't comfortable fucking her at his in-laws home, even though they'd given them their blessing. Felicia even said she'd take care of Millie if need be, although she'd be taking advantage of being stormed in by fucking Jason.

Their night changed, as did their marriage, when Brian saw something in the rain as he was cooking dinner on Jason's gas grill. He called Roni outside, having her stand under the umbrella with him to confirm he wasn't crazy. She gasped when she saw Neil and Ann on the side hill of their lawn. They were outside in that downpour, their minimal clothing discarded nearby, and they were fucking each other like animals.

That became the fantasy she held on to. The one that she hoped one day she might live out. In the time being, she had taken the opportunity Neil had given her to touch on the fringes of it with one of the original participants. It was why she wanted Ann fresh out of the shower, to simulate that feeling. While it was incredible, and it totally satisfied her craving of having sex with a woman that had been originally fueled by the movie, and recently lit up by her mother's tales of her own experiences with Ann, she knew that thirst for the thrill in her mind wouldn't be quenched until she and Brian found a way to fuck in the rain themselves someday.

Ann decided on her own to bring her closer to it that very moment. First by picking out the cock that resembled Neil's the most. Then by taking things a bit further.

"C'mon," she said as she took her by the hand.

"Where are we going?"

"You're the one that said your real fantasy was to fuck in the rain like that couple you saw. We're going to fuck in a downpour."

"But I don't think he fucked his wife in the ass."

"So, we'll knock off two fantasies in one."

She stopped long enough to tell Alphonso she was moving the action to the bathroom. That puzzled Veronica. "Why did you tell him that?"

"Because he's going to have to move one of the video cameras."

"You're taping this?"

"Yep. And he watches. He's here to protect me. That's one of the safety protocols."

"Wh... what do you do with the tapes?"

"Nothing, really. But for a hundred bucks, you can get a copy for yourself if you want."

Ann put on the harness and then turned on the shower, pulling the curtain out of the way and lifting the plastic up over the rod so it wouldn't be seen on film. She got the temperature close to what she remembered it being the day she and Neil had the fun in their yard. Stepping in, she noticed Alphonso had quickly set up a camera in position and turned it on. With that, she helped Roni in with her.

"What positions did they use?"

"He was fucking her from behind when we saw them, but they'd been out there a while. I doubt they started that way."

"Then we'll improvise."

Ann started on her back, facing the showerhead. Roni climbed aboard and rode her. They switched to missionary a couple of minutes later, with Roni getting blasted in the face. It became apparent to her quickly why they'd discovered them fucking doggy style.

"Let me flip over," she said.

"Good idea."

Ann fucked her hard and fast, Roni screaming out about the size of the weapon that was pummeling her pussy. But she came, and hard. Once she did, Ann reached to her left, pushing on the pump of her big bottle of body wash, squeezing some on her fingers. Roni growled as she felt Ann begin lubing up her back hole, first with two fingers, and then three. When she felt her add her pinky, she squealed.

"Relax. Bend forward and relax. I promise I'll go slow at first, but you can do this, Veronica."

She nodded and complied. Ann pulled the dildo out of her pussy and coated it with the body soap. With her back to the spraying water, it wouldn't be able to wash off right away. She placed the head against Roni's puckered hole and eased forward, keeping up the pressure until the thick rubber head popped past her anal ring, making her shudder.

Five minutes later Ann was bucking hard and fast into her ass just like

she had been in her pussy. Eventually she grabbed Roni by the hair, yanking her body up. That was followed by her spanking her ass with her other hand. Roni's response was to begin fingering herself.

"OHHHH FUUUCCCK!" she snapped when her climax hit.

"I knew you could take this cock up your sweet ass," Ann grinned.

As Veronica was set to leave, she reached into her purse and pulled out two more fifty dollar bills. She grabbed a pen and wrote on the back of them.

Ann took it, but asked, "What's this for? You already paid me the two hundred."

"That's for a copy of the tape. My number is on the backs of them. The middle three on one, the last four on the other. The area code is 304. You'll have to remember that part. I obviously don't want my whole number on either bill. Call me when you have the tape and I'll tell you where to send it."

Ann removed the harness and took off the dildo. Handing it to her, she said, "Here. Take this."

"What? I couldn't possibly."

"Sure you can. I literally have dozens of them. That model is my favorite. Besides, you're going to want it when you watch the video. I can promise you that."

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

Ann got ready for her next visitor while Alphonso scrambled to get the camera back in position behind the bunched up curtains at the side of the window.

She was just finishing putting on her makeup when they heard a knock at the door. He popped his head in the bathroom and said, "I've got to get that. Do you remember what you're wearing?"

"Silver cocktail dress," she nodded, applying eye shadow that gave her an alluring smoky look.

"Good. Don't go off script again, cunt. I almost didn't have time to get that camera back in place."

"Off script?" she replied, looking at him quizzically.

"She didn't request that you fuck her in the shower. Your hide is getting tanned tonight because of it."

"Okay, first of all, who the fuck says that these days. Secondly, my ass is already tan, thank you very much. If you're going to spank me again, just fucking say so."

"I'm spanking you again."

She stepped over and stood on her toes, kissing him on the cheek. "See. Was that so hard? Now go get the door, please. I've still got to get my hair ready."

Her hair and makeup done ten minutes later, she went to the closet to get her dress. It was a bit of a surprise. Neil had picked up a lot of new outfits that she might be requested to wear, yet she was being asked to put on a slinky dress he'd picked out of her closet at home.

It was still a dress Camilla had designed and made. It was long sleeved, backless, and actually came in two lengths. It was mid-thigh, but it had a bottom part that was removable, turning it into a miniskirt that came to just below her crotch. Ann had gone with the more revealing option.

The last time she'd worn it was the weekend she and Neil had gone away for their fifth anniversary. She'd last worn it to the theatre. It was the one he'd told her to remove in order to create a distraction so they could make their escape as James Bond and Pamela Bouvier.

When she stepped into the living room, it all made sense why she was wearing it. Her client was Brooke Evans, the sexy blonde that worked the front desk of the historic inn they'd stayed at that weekend. She'd even spent the night with her and Neil, paying for the room when they were forced to stay another night because of an ice storm.

Technically Ann had had sex with her, but it was part of an unbelievable threesome with Neil. And while she wasn't sure, she felt certain she had been the first woman Brooke had ever been with.

Ann recalled the ending of their portrayal of Bond and his Bond girls. Ann was spinning yet another wild tale, all under the duress of his intense questioning technique, using a breast pump in a most devious way to get her to talk. Ann made up a convincing story as to why a CIA agent would allow herself to get pregnant.

The memory was vivid in Ann's mind. Brooke couldn't help it. She broke the character she'd been playing, unable to contain her amazement at just how believable the Thomases made their fantasy world feel. Enough so that she signed up for another Neil production, agreeing to be the client of a prostitute named Rachel. She'd even been encouraged to pick out a fantasy to have fulfilled.

The one she chose revolved around a sexy woman that came into the inn because of a sudden ice storm. Rachel was supposed to meet up with her husband for a romantic dinner at the restaurant, but he couldn't make it because of the turn in the weather. Rachel came to the front desk of the attached inn, trying to get a room for the night. With the last one taken by Brooke because she knew she wouldn't be able to make it home, she would offer to share the room with Rachel.

It was a delightful twist to what really happened, but it was also profound. Brooke had obviously put a lot of thought into it ahead of time to set up a perfect roleplaying scenario. She'd also made it evident just how impactful that first experience had been. So much so that she wanted a chance to relive it, with a focus on what it would have been like to spend time with her alone. After all, she'd gotten a chance to be alone with Neil when he made Ann stay in a closet as part of their Bond adventure.

Ann loved the irony, roleplaying while in the midst of roleplaying. She'd done it with Veronica, and with Brian the night before. It was a magical experience that appealed to her sense of harmony. But that was nothing compared to the sex. And Brooke was incredible, showing much more confidence and affection than she experienced with her in the Bond adventure. She knew it was because the new fun they were sharing was based on a different plane. It was as if they'd reset the parameters, and were playing the scene out in a parallel universe. They were passionate and romantic. They were intimate, and even loving. She could feel a real connection, knowing without knowing that Brooke had been transformed by that weekend.

It was likely a natural infatuation, one that was easily explained. Ann had experienced that reality herself; the evening she'd spent with Maryam in a Utah hotel room sparking the fire that had always resided inside her. Ann often looked back on that magical encounter as the moment she realized she was bisexual. She didn't admit it to herself until much later, but there was no doubt that Maryam changed her life, bringing her face to face with whom she really was.

She could feel the same connection with Brooke, but from the other perspective.She was Maryam. It was odd, because Maryam had never been with a woman before Ann. And there was no way of knowing if she had ever been with one since, although Ann felt in her heart that she would have. What they shared was too special.

It was also a special hour she'd spent with Brooke. One that she actually wished could have lasted longer. She couldn't help but hope it wouldn't be the last time they got together. She didn't want it to be like her time with Maryam. It was her biggest regret, not finding a way to keep in touch with the exotic goddess. It was so unlike her not to exchange contact info with someone she felt a kindred spirit with. She knew why she hadn't.

The experience scared her. She knew the moment they finished that her life was different. But she couldn't process it at the time; the idea that she was sexually and emotionally attracted to women. The notion that she could have such amazing physical chemistry with a woman wasn't something she thought possible, and the suddenness of the emotions that enveloped her was frightening. She didn't find a way to contact Maryam because she raced back to Neil. She needed him to clear her brain. She needed him to fuck her and help her find her true center again.

Ann took pause in that reflection as she prepared for her next appointment; a threesome involving a couple. She was dressing up as a slutty wench. She had a white, billowy shirt that accentuated her bosom. The sleeves were off her shoulders, and over the blouse she wore a black leather corset. It was weathered, with a four-inch gap in the front that laced up. It also had straps that went over her sexy shoulders, helping to lift up her breasts.

Her skirt was red and black, and it flowed perfectly as she moved. The front was a miniskirt that ran from hip to hip. As it wrapped around her body the material angled, the back going almost to the floor. She had heeled boots on that came to just over her knees, and a three-inch wide belt with a toy dagger in a sheath on her hip.

She'd just gotten the scarf on her head the way she wanted it, and she was in the process of adding the baubles and trinkets that tied the look together.

Even as she got ready, she did it on autopilot. Her thoughts were on the emotional toll the weekend was taking. Thinking of whom she'd been with to that point, it occurred to her that besides the involvement of Alphonso, which made perfect sense because of the role he was playing, none of the other people she'd interacted with were a part of her regular cast of characters. She'd been with Ryan in a memorable encounter in his office at the auto dealership. And if course she and Brooke had previous history... but both of those were nothing like what happened as she played Rachel. Everyone else were people she never been with before sexually.

The toll had to do with all those new people being introduced, and her feelings regarding them. To be fair, it was easy for her to disassociate the sexual acts she was performing with the men. They were mostly blowjobs. A few ate her out, and her threesome with Ryan and his boyfriend Nicholas had been an unexpected rush. But none of them resonated with her. It was the sex she was having with the women that was clouding her head. Each and every one of those brought with it a raw dynamic.

The women, all of them, tapped into Ann's heart. Each in their own special way. It played with her inner balance, that center she used to keep her focus. She'd never ever cross the line she and Neil had set in stone. But she knew as the weekend wore on she'd need fucked. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She could feel Neil's love, and knew he would be there to help recalibrate her sexuality when it was all said and done. It was what he did after her evening with Maryam. It's what he did whenever she'd have one one of her lesbian days. He'd be there, ready to remind her that while she was bisexual, it was him and his incredible cock that provided the balance she needed in her life. She just had find the patience within herself to make it 'til Tuesday. She smiled, knowing he'd trained her for just such a weekend.

In the meantime, she was happy that the next few slots on her calendar weren't solo sessions with women. She needed that emotional pause.

Checking her look in the mirror, she grinned. "Fuck, I look hot!"

She was stunned that she didn't figure it out ahead of time. In fact, she was a little ticked off that she hadn't. Like she'd proven to Monique earlier that morning, she was an excellent listener who prided herself on remembering little details about her friends. That was magnified when it involved something sexual. She couldn't believe she hadn't added things up. Then again, she'd tried hard not to think ahead about who might be coming. She'd done that at the very beginning, certain that Neil was going to show up to be her pimp. She was thrilled that it was Alphonso, the two of them actually having a great deal of fun together. But she vowed at that point she wasn't going to guess going forward, because she didn't want to put herself in a position where she might appear to be disappointed by whomever came to be with her.

She walked out to see Eddie and Brenda Jones waiting on the couch. Brenda was a mom she'd met through her breast feeding support group, which subsequently turned into a play group for about eight of the new mothers and their children. Out of that group Ann had become closest to her.

She was the only one in that circle that knew of Ann's sexual history, the two sharing stories of their pasts, both before and during their marriages. They'd actually shared more than that. Neil had recruited Brenda to help him surprise Ann one night. He knew her husband Eddie was overseas, serving in the middle east with his Air Force reserve unit. Thinking she might be willing because Ann had been visiting her often to keep her company, their young daughter Cynthia loving when Owen came to play with her, he asked a humongous favor of a woman he'd never actually met.

Neil found a way to have Ann reprise her role of Barbara the escort with Brenda's help, actually doing it at her home. And after he left, Ann spent the night there, taking advantage of the fantasy he'd set up by getting to know her friend intimately.

It was while Brenda was entertaining before Neil sprung his surprise that the two women began sharing those erotic stories. Ann learned Brenda was very familiar with roleplaying. Her friend confessed that she and Eddie had not only done it, they'd get intense about it. To the point that she admitted that Cynthia was conceived after a naughty Halloween party where he'd gone as a pirate, and she was dressed as his wench. When they got home, the game continued. He eventually tied her up, and in her words, he plundered her tits and pillaged her ass and pussy. In the process, she got pregnant. It was a story Ann would never forget.