Ann: A Love Story Ch. 96

It was a smock. The same one that Tina had used on me the night she sucked my cock the very first time. Her note said that she wanted me to have it, because of the memory we shared. I wondered aloud why she'd given it to me, since it was her memory too.

"She's keeping the other one for herself," Ann said as she patted me on the thigh.

"The other one?"

"The one she used the night you two fucked for me. She wants us to have this one in case you want me to pretend to cut your hair some night."

"Mmm... that sounds interesting. You know how I love role playing," I said as picked up the last box, handing it to Ann. "Here, you do the honors, babe."

She opened the card, reading in silence before looking up at me. "Are you sure you want me to open this?"

"Sure, why not?"

"It's from Dawn."

I felt my heart begin pounding, a chill hitting me as I wondered what could be inside. Ann thought it was a present more for me, and that was the likely assumption. But up to that point I hadn't looked at any of the presents we'd gotten as being for one of us or the other. They were for both of us; even those that only one of us would likely use. We'd both get fun out of them. So, whatever it was that Dawn had wrapped inside that box, I wanted to share it with Ann.

"Go ahead. Open it," I smiled.

For the first time she wasn't methodical, ripping open the package like a little kid, shredding the paper with her perfectly manicured white nails. Taking off the lid, she peeked inside, deliberately hiding the contents from me. She looked at me, and then back in the box, her wicked smile widening.

"I'm glad you like role playing, baby," she said as she pulled out a blonde wig. In her other hand was three VHS tapes; ones that starred the porn actress Dawn loved, including the tape she and Jill reenacted, and the one that inspired Dawn when I tied her up. "It looks like I'm going to be Amanda... and an heiress!"

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It was a wonderful bonus that we didn't have to wait to check into the suite. Tina had seen to that little detail for us when she'd gone to Fort Wayne to pick up Rose at the airport. She'd booked us at a Residence Inn, going way out of her way to sign us in so we'd have the keys when we arrived.

The suite itself seemed more like a small apartment. It had a living room with a real fireplace, a full kitchen, and a huge bedroom. Tastefully decorated in a contemporary style, Ann loved it as soon as we walked inside.

Alex and Tina helped bring in our things, he dealing with our bags while she helped Ann with the presents we'd received. Ann was showing them off, the two of them giggling like teenagers in the bedroom. Alex waited patiently on the couch across from the fireplace, knowing that he'd have a better time with Tina if he let her take her time with Ann's show-and-tell.

He was staring at the empty boxes sitting on a table near us, the neatly folded paper next to them in a pile.

"You got a lot of presents," he said in an attempt to make conversation.

"Yeah, I suppose. There's a lot more to open tomorrow."

"Well, yeah. But Tina was telling me at the reception how these are a little more risqué. At least they were supposed to be. Good call bringing them to the honeymoon suite," he chuckled.

"I don't think we'll be using any of them tonight," I smiled politely. Then I spied a VCR underneath the huge television. Suddenly I thought of the tapes Dawn had given us, wondering if that was something Ann might want to do. "Then again, you never know."

"Well, it's still pretty cool that Tina got so many people to give something so much more personal. There must be fifteen gifts there."

I glanced at the table, shrugging my shoulders as I looked at the stuff piled there. "It certainly beats a gravy boat. But that's Tina, always thinking outside the box."

"Speaking of boxes, what was in that one?" he said, pointing to a small black jewelry box that I didn't recognize.

"Huh... I don't know. That must be what the wedding rings were in. It wasn't one of the ones we opened."

"Why would you need the box then? Aren't you both going to wear the rings all the time?"

"I will. But some women take them off at night when they get ready for bed. My mom does," I shrugged again.

"Makes sense I guess. What about that one?"

"That's what the nipple clamps came in," I replied nonchalantly, watching Alex blush. "You asked."

"I'm sorry I did."

"Ah, don't be. They were supposed to give us things they enjoyed. I'm sure the woman that gave them to Ann didn't know if she'd actually use them or not."

"W...will she?" he finally asked sheepishly, the long pause he'd created getting to him.

I winked, and nodded. "It's not as ominous as you're making it out to be."

"I'm not saying it's evil or anything. I never really thought about it."

"Neither had I, until I met Ann. But it's just a small part of who she is. Please don't..."

"Oh, I'm not," he waved off, knowing I was going to caution him about judging us without really understanding.

Tina danced out of the bedroom, jumping into my arms to give me a big hug and a kiss. "You two have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

"You're coming to see us open the rest of the gifts, right?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. You're taking me home, remember? I'm spending the night with Alex."

"Oh, that's right. Well, you two have fun too."

"We will. By the way, Alex... we heard you guys talking. Ann's letting me borrow these tonight," she said giddily, holding out the nipple clamps.

"Really?"

Her expression changed, becoming more guarded, her arms dropping to her sides as she turned to face him. "Yeah... unless you don't want me to."

He got up and hugged her, the smile in his eyes making her swoon. "Of course I want you to. I want you to do whatever you want, Tina. I don't want to change you. I just want to go along for the ride."

"Oh, I'll ride you. You can count on that," she winked.

"Okay... but after that, we're going on a real date. And remember, there's really going to be no sex that night."

"I guess that means I'll have to let you fuck me twice as much tonight!"

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I was busy stoking the fire, kneeling on the comforter from the bed now strategically placed on the floor in front of the hearth. I was surprised that Ann wanted our first time making love as husband and wife to be somewhere other than in the king-sized bed that awaited us in the other room, but I wasn't going to argue.

I also wasn't going to complain that she wanted me to remain in my tuxedo. She simply said she was hoping that I'd let her start things off, and then she'd follow my lead the rest of the night. I knew that went against what she'd insinuated before; that she wanted me to be in control on our wedding night. But the look in her eyes when she basically begged for this one small change made me melt, and I relented.

She asked that I start a fire, and gave me a couple of other simple tasks, saying that she wanted to get herself ready. I was sure she had an idea in her mind of how she wanted our first time together as a married couple to be. The fact that she was behind the closed door of the bathroom also told me she wanted a chance to freshen up. It had been a long day for both of us, but one that we really didn't want to end. Then again, speaking at least for myself, I couldn't wait for the fun of the night to begin.

So, with the comforter in place and the pillows at the ready, I used the iron poker to stoke the flames, trying to get the fire going so I wouldn't have to worry about it the rest of the night. Once that was done, I was in waiting mode. I began wandering around the room, alone in my thoughts. The minutes passed and yet I remained patient, happy where I was; happy that I was a husband once again, only this time to an incredible, sexy wife.

I was poking around the table of empty cartons, thinking of the gifts we received that were in the bedroom. I wondered if Ann was considering using any of them during our first night together as a wedded couple. She must have read my mind as I heard her voice behind me.

"We're only using one tonight, lover," she said in her sexiest voice.

"One what?" I asked, playing coy, toying with a big vibrator.

"One of our sexy gifts, baby," she replied.

"I thought I was... in charge," I stammered as I turned around to see her, dropping the sex toy in the process.

She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, waiting for my full attention, which she had the moment my eyes landed on the angelic vision before me. She'd removed her dress, moving toward me in just the elegant stockings and the pristine white garter belt; the five-inch white heels making her bare tits bounce provocatively. Yes, she was topless, wearing only the stylish hat she'd worn during the ceremony. In fact, she'd reattached the long veil to the back of it, the mesh fabric flowing behind her much like the train that had been somehow fastened to the dress itself.

The only thing that seemed the least bit odd was the baby blue g-string she was wearing. But that little garment sent a charge through my body as she slowly strutted across the room. Just knowing that it had been previously worn by our stripper Sarah, and what she'd done with each of us, made the fact that it wasn't white significant. Ann was still wearing the other items that went along with the tradition. The something old, the something new, and the something borrowed. But it was the something blue that was making me drool. Particularly since I could see how wet she was even from my vantage point twenty feet away.

Well, it was twenty feet and closing very sexily. She was putting one foot in front of the other in such a provocative way, I thought my cock might burst through the confines of my rented pants. With her makeup done perfectly, touched up just like she'd had it at the wedding, I felt my mouth going dry from it hanging open since I'd spoken.

"If you want to use something later tonight, that's up to you," she cooed as she slid her body up against mine. "But right now, we're only going to use one of the presents."

Not waiting for me to answer, she reached her hand behind my head, pulling me into a deep, wet, soulful kiss. The heat of her lips pressing into mine seemed to steam as her tongue started dancing with mine. My hands went to her hips, sliding around her lower back, holding her tight against my body, my stiff cock molding into her abdomen. Her other hand went to my chest, feeling my muscles through the white shirt of the tuxedo.

"Come, Mr. Thomas," she whispered as she took my hand, leading me toward the comforter on the floor, "time to officially make me your wife."

Not seeing any of the things we'd opened nearby, I kidded, "So, you want me to go get the board game?"

She let go, placing the pillows where she wanted them, bending over slowly, looking over her shoulder as I stared at her heart-shaped ass. "I think we both know we won't be using that any time soon," she replied as she stepped into the center of the bedspread, slowly pirouetting to face me. "So tell me, do you want to take Tiffany's panties off of me, or was your plan for me to do it myself?"

"My plan?"

"You made me wear them."

Her impish grin said it all, and at that moment, I got it. Ann was giving me control of our night, just like she wanted to all along. She just wanted to set the stage of where we'd start. It wasn't like she was turning into Annabelle. That was a given once she let Tina borrow the one item that would have bordered on that kind of a night. Still, we both knew who she was, and that she wanted to be led the rest of the way.

"That I did... Anna."

She smiled, waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. And I wanted to... I just had to think of it first. There was a pause as I ravaged her body with my eyes, trying to read what she was thinking. I fully intended to control the rest of our evening if that's what she wanted. And it was obvious that she did, yet I couldn't help feeling that there was a reason she'd gone to all the trouble she had to put us in front of the fireplace.

Looking at the g-string, I grinned. It may have been more of a smirk, actually. The way she was patiently waiting had my pulse racing. Finding myself drawn by her eyes, I joined her on the comforter, taking her in my arms once again. "I think I'll take them off of you... just like I took them off Tiffany," I moaned as I kissed her.

She got on her back, lying on her veil, the hat somehow still perfectly in place on her head as she rested on the pillow. Looking up, she lifted her legs at her hips, holding them closed as she kept her knees locked, her toes pointing straight up at the ceiling. Standing above, I admired her shapely thighs and calves, along with her athletic prowess, the gymnast inside coming out once again.

Dropping to my knees, my hands touched her ankles near her heels, my fingers traipsing down the back of her thighs along the silky stockings she was wearing. It was a long, sensuous journey, her moans mixing with the crackling of the fire. Finally reaching her hips, I pulled at the tiny elastic of the g-string. I eased them along her lower limbs, her chest heaving in excitement.

She teased me by crossing her ankles, making it slightly more difficult for me to remove them over her stilettos, but I played along when I watched her bite her lower lip, her eyes sparkling as they reflected the flickering flames. Finally able to remove it, I brought it to my nose, inhaling deep, taking in her enthralling aroma.

She slowly lowered her legs, bending her knees with her ankles still crossed. She left them that way as her feet neared the comforter. She moved gracefully until her shoes were resting on the floor near her ass, her thighs still clamped together. With my mind on other things, I discarded the g-string, tossing it onto the couch, my hands finding their way to her knees.

"What are you going to do to me, baby?" she panted, desire smoldering in her eyes.

"Same thing I did to Tiffany," I said as I scooted down, my face nearing her knees. "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy and make you cum."

She winked at me, slowly uncrossed her ankles. I got more comfortable, waiting for her to spread her thighs. Instead she held them close together, wanting me to take her, and I found myself with the playful prospect of having to pry them apart. The return of her impish grin caught me off guard, distracting me as she finally spread herself wide for me.

"So, what do you think," she teased.

My eyes shifted toward where hers were leading me to look; that glorious place where all men dream to stare. I gazed at Ann's wet, wonderful pussy, and all I could do was let out a long, wordless gasp.

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"Does it feel different, baby?" she panted, her hands holding onto the bars of the headboard as I pumped deep inside her wet pussy.

"Being married?" I replied, knowing full well that's not what she was talking about.

Her eyes opened, a wry smile crossing her face. She released one of her hands, pulling my head down to kiss her. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant, lover."

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It took a moment, but I found myself turning my head, looking over my shoulder to the opened packages. My eyes focused on the tiny box on the table, and my head snapped back around to look at the one between Ann's powerful thighs. It was as if I was seeing a mirage, or I was trapped in some erotic dream sequence. I closed my eyes, blinking them, but that didn't help my confused brain when I looked again. I even shook my head, thinking I might be under the influence of some kind of hallucinogen; likely from the scent of her arousal filling my nasal cavity.

Yet as I looked again, there it was.

A reassuring grin of approval quickly flashed across my face as my heart started pounding harder, my cock throbbing as it pressed into the floor from my body weight. I realized I'd been licking my lips, trying to formulate words in a way that might establish a coherent sentence. But all that came out at first was a long, steamy hiss.

"Does that mean you like it?" Ann giggled.

"Oh... fuck... yes," I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of the shiny golden ring adorning her left labia; small diamonds sparkling from the light of the fire.

I looked at my wedding ring, and then back at the one decorating her pussy, quick to realize they were a matching set of sorts. There might have been the slightest difference, but they were close enough that there was no mistaking the intent. It was more than symbolic; it was fucking sexy as hell.

"Wh...when did you –"

"Later baby. Let's fuck first."

That certainly seemed like a better plan. I had the rest of my life to find out how it came to be that my bride had gotten her labia pierced. If I wanted to take the time, I was almost positive I could have come up with a lot of the explanation on my own. But I didn't want to. I couldn't. I felt my mouth being drawn to her pussy like a bee to honey.

Slowly extending my tongue, I flicked at the decoration, feeling the precious metal; tasting it. That was but a momentary diversion, though. I moved down, licking at her tiny bud, reaming her ass hard and deep, making her squirm before moving up. Dragging my tongue, I licked around the outside of her pussy, making slow, deliberate circles. I stopped once at her golden strip of pubic hair, which I suddenly realized wasn't golden any longer.

She'd colored it again, this time choosing something more in line with a woman on her wedding night. It was a brilliant white. Undeterred, I began biting and pulling at it with my teeth, stretching her skin.

When I sucked her right lip deep into my mouth pulling at it lightly with my teeth, she let out a loud groan, bucking her hips a little.

"Fuck, baby... you do that so well," she cried out.

"Mmm," I moaned in response before letting go. Taking her other lip, I let my mouth attack her new ring, using it, playing with it with my tongue as I stretch her labia out further.

"Oh GOD," she squealed, her hands gripping at the comforter beneath her, getting more of her veil in her fingers instead.

I continued to orally torture her sweet pussy, content to play with her lips instead of where she obviously hoped I'd spend my attention. I avoided her clit, concentrating on the outside of her pussy, driving her insane with lust in the process.

I was toying with her ring once again when she pleaded with me. "Neil, please, I need to cum so bad."

"Patience, my little slut," I said, my clenched teeth holding the ring as I spoke.

"Oh fuck, I'm your slut! I love being your slut!"

"You're my wife, Anna. The two go hand in hand, don't they?"

"Really?"

Letting go of the ring for a moment, I peered up from between her legs. She leaned up, resting on her elbows so she could look back at me, her eyes half closed as her pussy dripped against my chin.

"Isn't that what the ring is for? To let me know you're always going to be my slut?"

Her body began shaking, almost as if she started her orgasm without me. "Oh, fuck yes, Neil. I want to be your slut forever," she whimpered as she reached down to grab my hair, hoping to pull me back to finish what I'd started.

"Then cum for me, babe," I whispered, taking her ring back in my mouth as I rammed two fingers deep inside, fucking her hard and fast.

She began pulling at her nipples, her feet pressing against the floor to lift her ass up into my face. I waited until the perfect moment, nibbling around that precious ring until I knew she was ready to explode. When that moment arrived, I quickly moved up and latched onto her clit, doing to it what I'd been doing to her new jewelry.

I'm not sure why she bothered to tell me, what with the way her pussy was acting like a fountain. But she announced her climax anyway. Maybe she wanted the other guests of the complex to know; and with the volume she was projecting, that was very possible. I didn't care. I found it exhilarating that she was filling my mouth, swallowing as much as I could, feeling some flow past my chin, trickling down my neck.