Recession Blues Ch. 02-03

"Whose pussy is this, slut?" Ann was on her back, legs spread lewdly, her pussy fully stuffed by hard cock.

"You do!" Ann groaned, hips humping up, hungry for him to begin fucking into her again. She looked up into Jacen's leering face, hands catching his hips, urging him to resume. He teased her for another moment, tilting his hips back and forth, his cock shifting inside of her but not pushing deeper. Ann whined, digging her nails in, "You do, Jacen!" He nodded once and hammered forward into her fully, making Ann climax with a groan.

Ann found herself awake, her right hand pinching her rigid left nipple, all four of the fingers of her left hand curled into her pussy. She was incredibly aroused, but she was also aware of where she was, and of what she had just said in her dream. Had she said it aloud? She looked around in the dark room, acutely aware that Tom was beside her in their bed.

She listened, relieved when she found he was still snoring. Embarrassed, she realized she was literally dripping wet. She glanced at the clock, sure she had just gone to sleep... To her shock, it was almost 6AM; Tom would be getting up soon. Sitting up in bed, Ann stripped off her T-shirt, which was damp with her sweat. She shivered wondering how long she had been having sex in her dreams, and still worried that she might have spoken Jacen's name aloud.

Whether it was spurred by her arousal, embarrassment, guilt, or a combination of the three, she found her gaze locked on Tom's groin. Biting her lower lip, Ann rolled onto all fours, pulling the duvet and sheet down off of her husband's body. He had not bothered with sleep pants after their too brief coupling the night before. Ann shifted, bringing her face down to his crotch. She slurped his soft cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans and sucking lightly.

Tom shifted and murmured in his sleep. And he began to get hard. Ann changed technique, teasing the underside of his rising shaft with her tongue, then kissing the glans, before bobbing her head down again onto his shaft as it grew.

"Mmmm," Ann moaned around her husband's swelling cock, the fingers of her free hand working her dripping slit while she braced herself with the other hand. At the head of the bed, Tom smiled. Still asleep, his hand came down to rest on Ann's head. Surprised, Ann redoubled her efforts.

Tom's eyes flickered open a moment later. He struggled to hold on to his dream... An amazing affair where Kelly Ripa was on her knees under his desk, whorishly gobbling at his cock while Regis sat in front of him, insisting he come guest on their show again, and alternately asking if Tom had seen his co-host.

Tom lifted his head, blinking at the blurred image of a head bobbing over his groin. At the same time, he realized what he was feeling was not a dream.

"Ahhh," he gasped, fingers tangling in Ann's hair. He blinked again, looked up at the ceiling, making sure that it was real... Ann was going down on him. He lay there for a moment, trying to remember the last time she had done that. Even the new oversexed Ann had been more eager to screw than to dally with the foreplay. He watched her bobbing head, having difficulty really thinking about it, because what she was doing felt so good. She really was amazing, he thought, smiling.

Ann surprised him, holding him fully in her mouth and sucking hungrily, tongue swirling over his shaft. The sensation was incredible. Tom forgot to focus on his breathing, a trick he had read about at one time or another, which seemed to have helped him to control his arousal. And he was already nearly panting, sounding as if he had been running line drills at basketball practice a decade before. Ann's head was bobbing in his lap again, and she moaned softly, the sound adding to the wonderful sensations to which he had awakened.

"God!" Tom gasped the next time Ann buried her nose in his crotch, to suck at him fiercely. He erupted, fully expecting his wife to back off in surprise and anger, but too lost in his climax to consider apologizing. And too happy with the morning wake up to wonder that she stayed in place, swallowing his load, then resumed sucking at him, head bobbing once again. "Whoa," he groaned, the touch that had felt amazing a minute before having becoming uncomfortable. He wondered for a moment if this was some weird sort of sleep walking, "Baby," he managed, trying again to push her away, "Stop... stop it." Ann sat back, wiping away the mixed saliva and semen smeared on her lips and chin. He saw that she was playing with herself with the other hand.

"Wow," he smiled, "That was... that was the perfect way to wake up." Ann smiled sexily, biting her lower lip. She moved to straddle him, catching his spent cock with her free hand. Tom laughed, a short bark, and shook his head, holding her at bay with a hand against her flat stomach. "Whoa, babe. That... uhm, that won't do any good right now, baby." Ann blinked, looking down as if for the first time realizing he was soft in her hand. She wanked him, none too gently. "Hey, easy, babe!" he cautioned.

"But I'm horny," she pouted. He smiled, marveling at how beautiful and sexy she was... and how lucky he was. He sat up, bringing his hand to her crotch. She took her hand away, surrendering her sex to him and leaning back as he circled her swollen clit with his index finger, keeping just millimeters away from the rigid wanting bead, then trailing along each of her inner labia. She was dripping wet. When he used his thumb, applying gentle but firm pressure while driving his index finger into her sex, Ann shivered visibly, moaning and humping herself against his hand. He held the pressure on her clit, thrusting in and out with his second and third fingers until she calmed.

"Please, baby?" she pouted, reaching for his cock again, "We did it twice the first night I danced." Tom laughed.

"We did it twice already, remember? Last night wasn't 7 hours ago." He shrugged, because she clearly did not like his answer. "I'm sorry, baby, but even that night we stopped for a snack, remember?" Ann giggled, remembering the popcorn they had eaten in bed, and how it had stuck to their damp skin. His knowing fingers were already building her to a second climax. She wanked his shaft, willing him to get hard again.

"Please, Tom?" Her husband snorted, shaking his head, while twisting his body, obviously to get her to let go of his cock.

"Tonight, babe, I promise," he winked at her, "I'll come straight home from work, and we can do it before dinner and then again at bedtime." Ann relented, surprised in part at how disappointed she felt—almost angry—and at how aggressive she was being. She did not want Tom to ask what was going on with her. He sat up, finger still working her sex, which he had been doing as long as they had been intimate in those times when she had not climaxed with or before him... or since she had started dancing, on the nights she was still excited even though she had climaxed when he was spent. He winked at her, thinking that oral sex—his performing on her—had been a wonderful kickstart for her before she had started dancing... but that since she had started she had simply been too excited to bother with foreplay.

His knowing touch triggered another orgasm, which Ann found herself playing up out of concern he would suspect something. She hated worrying about it, almost as much as she hated the truth that she wanted to cum the way she had the other night... with Jacen.

She lay panting in bed as Tom got up, kissed her gently with a quiet thank you, and went into the bathroom. The shower went on, and Ann listened, fingering her still aroused pussy and wondering what was wrong with her. True she had been hornier since she had started dancing; Tom did not know it, but Ann had only infrequently masturbated during their marriage and even before; getting herself off had been an infrequent activity since she had first learned to do so while in high school. But since she had started dancing at the club, she had been playing with herself daily, sometimes twice a day. She would get herself off, and then get on with her day... except that her arousal and need seemed to have gotten out of control since she had let Jacen have his way with her.

She shivered, remembering that she still had to get Plan B. And in the next moment she was cumming again, as if the thought of Jacen impregnating her somehow excited her. Pressing a hand against her twitching sex, Ann quieted when Tom came out and crossed, naked, to the closet. He did not seem to notice she was still awake. Ann watched him through half closed eyes. He was in great shape, flat stomach, toned arms and legs from jogging regularly. She could remember he had caught her eye the first time she had seen him on campus... and had been delighted when he had asked her out. She smiled at the memory of how amazing he had been in bed.

She watched him dress, anxiety growing that as great as Tom looked, she felt... numb. What the fuck was wrong with her? Ready for work, her husband crossed to her side of the bed, kissed her cheek again, and whispered that he loved her, just like he always did, she knew, even the mornings she was sound asleep. Less than ten minutes later, as the aroma of the coffee he had made reached the bedroom, she heard the door open and close, announcing Tom was gone.

Chapter III

Ann got up with purpose, a departure from her usual routine of lounging in the bed or padding about their home in just her nightie or robe until lunchtime. She showered, unashamed when the urge to masturbate with the handheld shower extended her time in the small stall by a few minutes. She told herself it would keep her from being so horny as she ran her errand.

Instead, she was aware that she was still horny... and thinking about how she might get off, by the time she left the house, having settled on just the mug of coffee for her breakfast. She got onto the highway, determined not to make her purchase anywhere that someone who might know them might shop. She also chose to avoid the drugstore near the club, and for the same reason. She liked most of the other dancers, but she knew better than to trust them with what she had done.

Though it had not been an hour since she had gotten off in the shower, Ann considered pausing in her car to masturbate when she finally found a CVS in the suburb southeast of their home. She had been pressing a hand against her demanding sex since exiting the highway, and it was doing nothing to ease her need. She wondered if this was how Tom and the other horny boys and men she had dated in high school and college felt. It almost made her sympathetic for the line of young men she had left hanging, a seemingly errant thought that made the married dancer pause in surprise.

Telling herself she had better self control than that, the housewife climbed out of her car and hurried to the automatic door. She looked back without slowing to make sure her remote fob locked the car. In so doing, she failed to realize she was approaching the exit and just in time to collide with the mountain of a man who was leaving the store. Ann staggered back, barely keeping herself from falling. She felt his hand close on her upper arm, keeping her from tipping backwards.

"Careful, miss," the man's voice was a low rumble. Ann blinked, seeing him for the first time, a very big, very black man. She gasped then, not because she was hurt or even surprised any longer, but because her pussy twitched, the need so great she had to clench her teeth to keep from touching herself right then and there. God, he was sexy. She flushed, shocked at that thought, and managed to nod, sidling around the big man, who had released her arm, maybe concerned at the way she had reacted, she thought belatedly. He was still watching her. Ann wondered if he somehow knew what Tom did not... what she had done. Her blush deepened and she managed to nod in answer to his caution, offering a hesitant smile that she hoped did not betray what was really making her tremble... desire.

Safely in the store, Ann straightened her back and mentally scolded herself for having such thoughts. She was married. She had made a mistake, that was all. She had been drinking, and had never seen such a big... Her arousal threatened to become a problem once again. Embarrassed, Ann forced herself to think about the lecherous man who had been such an ass in the booth that night. That quickly reduced her excitement enough to be controlled.

Ann hurried to the back of the store, finding the 'family planning' section. There were condoms and dams and non-prescription cervical caps, even the female condom she remembered hearing about on some talk show years before. There were lubricants and delaying gels and an array of little bottles that promised to be 'performance enhancers.' But no Plan B. Puzzled, Ann went up and down the neighboring aisles, her anxiety increasing. Resigned to having to ask, she went back to the pharmacist's glassed in kiosk.

There was another customer in line, an older black man, and Ann bit her lip in a vain attempt to deny the automatic thought—was he as big as Jacen—that sprang to mind. Instead of abating, she found herself wondering about the impressive man who had kept her from falling, as well. She averted her eyes, afraid to stare, then glanced back, smiling, nervous he would be offended, thinking she was a racist. If only he knew, she thought and nearly giggled before angrily tamping down such emotions, by wondering just what was wrong with her. She told herself it was unlikely the man was much different than Tom... there was no way all black men... or even most black men, could be as big as Jacen. Still, the simple presence of a black stranger—and a much older man, at that—had her nearly dripping with arousal once again, standing at the back of the store. She wrapped her arms around her sides, as if it was cold, and more earnestly wondered 'What the fuck has happened to me?'

"You OK?" Ann blinked and blushed; she had been staring at the man again, after all.

"No, I, uh," Ann blushed, "I'm... I just..." She could not very well say, 'I was imagining what it would be like to have sex with you.' "Sorry," she managed, "I just spaced out, there." The man tucked his lower lip under his bushy gray mustache. He collected his change from the pharmacist and collected the brown bag off of the counter.

"Well, hopefully they'll help to fix that," he offered her a sympathetic smile, and then he was gone. Ann was mortified... the guy obviously thought she had some sort of mental problem. Hell, maybe she did.

She turned to the counter, relieved to be taking care of her problem, in part because it stopped her thinking other things. The pharmacist was Pakistani and hard to understand. Ann explained that she had looked in the family planning but had not found the Plan B pills. The pharmacist nodded, reaching beneath the counter and bringing a single package up, setting it on the counter at the small open window in the thick plexiglass through which they were talking.

"You'd better give me another one, too," Ann added without thinking. The pharmacist blinked, then launched into a practiced spiel...

"It is not supposed to be birth control. It does not protect you for sex after it is taken. Birth control is safer and cheaper...' yada yada yada. Ann nodded, not really listening to what he was saying, as she opened her purse, praying she had enough cash to buy it... The last thing she wanted to explain to Tom what she had bought with their credit card. When the pharmacist ran out of steam, she looked at him steadily.

"I need another one... just in case," she finished lamely. He pursed his lips, stared at her pointedly, then shook his head, but reached under the counter again, retrieving another of the package he had first set on the counter, and a similar package.

"I recommend the brand name," he held onto the packages keeping Ann from taking either, "It's five dollars more..." as if she might not be able to pay. Ann found a C-note. She absently mused it was the bill the asshole had held up before trying to force her to give him head. "That is $49.99," the man's clipped accent was getting easier to decipher as she got used to it, "And again, it is not birth control..." She stopped nodding to glare at him. His head rocked back, and she was gratified to be able to have that effect on the presumptuous bastard. "You must take it with food," he returned to the patter of the instructions to reduce his obvious anxiety. Ann wondered if it was racist or sexist or both that had the little man acting like such an ass.

"Two of the brand name. Please." She offered a saccharine smile. The pharmacist pursed his lips, shook his head fractionally, then set down the second package. He scanned one of them twice, pressed some buttons on the register.

"That will be one hundred seven dollars and twenty three cents," Ann grabbed a twenty and handed it to the pharmacist along with the hundred dollar bill. Belatedly she considered grabbing a box of condoms, as well, but Jacen's words echoed in her head. She blushed, embarrassed at planning to have sex with him again. She was not going to repeat that mistake. She collected her purchase and left without a word to the frustrating pharmacist. But on her path out of the store, she rememebered what the pharmacist had said. She grabbed an iced latte from the cooler and a snickers bar from the display at the front of the cash wrap. She paid the bored girl at the front, and then hurried out to her car, pausing only long enough to discard the packaging from the first Plan B dose in the trash can outside the store.

Safely in her car, Ann ate two bites of the candy bar, then swallowed the small white pill, chasing it with a gulp of the sugary coffee. She sat, watching people walking past, in and out of the store, while she finished the candy and more than half of the drink, but she did not really see anyone. She was trying to understand how she could have let what happened happen, and why part of her seemed... hungry for it to happen again.

Glancing down at the remaining pill, she frowned. Why had she insisted on buying it? She tore the packaging open, digging through her purse until she found the tin of mints at the bottom. Tom hated the overstrong little candies, so she told herself it was a safe place to hide it until she needed it. The thought made her pause again... until? Once more she scolded herself; she was not going to sleep with Jacen again.

And of course just the thought of had retriggered her arousal. Ann started the car and lurched out of the small parking lot and onto the street, keeping from playing with herself only by the real fear of being discovered masturbating in her car in broad daylight.

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By Ann's first set Friday, the housewife was determined to put an end to what had left her so addled in the days since she and Jacen had fucked. Thursday, had been a nightmare seesaw of arousal and shame. Her self control had broken down in the car, and the young beauty had fingered her seemingly constantly dripping slit to a barely satisfying climax the moment the garage door was closed, not even making it into the house. And the self gratification had been repeated before she had been able to focus to make a light lunch. And again after lunch. And four times more before Tom was home.

While masturbating, Ann determinedly thought of her husband, but even their most romantic or frantic couplings seemed to push her release out of reach. In contrast, just the fleeting thought of Jacen or her lapse Tuesday night would leave her vibrating with renewed desire.

She wondered if she would be exhausted by the time Tom arrived, and was almost relieved when five o'clock came and went without her husband bursting through the door. And she decided it was fortunate that the next cycle of need was peaking when he finally did make it home, because she could throw herself at him, welcoming her husband's eager reaction as they fucked like teenagers on the living room floor.