Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01

"That was so HOT," he said to himself, downing the rest of his beer in a quick gulp.

Staring at the hammer, the rubber grip glistening even in the dim light of the room, he felt his blood boiling, not unlike what he'd felt earlier in the day when he stormed out of the house. At least, the way his heart was pounding and the tension in his muscles were the same. But he didn't have the anger. It was more of a passionate rage he was feeling. And he knew what he needed to do.

No, she wasn't Annabelle. But she had said it herself. She wanted punished. It would be brief, but Neil knew he needed to do something else to make sure she felt the role being Anna Renee. He set down the bottle, rising quickly from the chair, hearing it rock wildly as he made two quick strides across the carpet to where she was lying.

Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her to her knees. She let out another squeal, a sexy smile on her face at the way she'd been manhandled. Neil lowered his zipper with his left hand, his right tangled in her long brown tresses as he held her firmly in front of his crotch. Fishing out his shaft, he let it bob up and down in front of her mouth, looking to see how she was reacting.

"Open," was all he said, watching her lick her lips quickly before she parted them. She braced herself, her hands going to his thighs just above his knees, waiting for him to use her.

Easing his cock slowly forward, he lodged the head of his cock into the back of her throat, holding himself still as she wrapped her lips around his shaft. He was only half way inside her talented mouth; one that he knew could deepthroat him easily. But he wasn't ready for that yet.

Pulling his hips back, he pulled her toward the couch, making her crawl along the floor as he led her by her hair.

"NEIL! What are you DOING!" she yelled, the suddenness of his change in direction and the way he was doing it making her nervous.

"I told you... I'm punishing you," he said and he pulled her to her feet, still using her curly locks like a leash. Bending her over the arm of the couch, his hand rubbed her shapely bottom, his right holding her head against the cushion. "Did you enjoy Stanley fucking your pussy, Anna Renee?"

"Y... yes," she stammered breathlessly.

"That's what I thought. No wonder you wanted to him so badly this afternoon. You probably couldn't wait for me to leave so you could fuck him. Good thing I took him with me."

"Neil, I –"

SMACK

His left arm had pulled back as he spoke, quickly swooping forward in a powerful motion. The open palm landed flush on her right cheek. He began spanking her relentlessly, no breaks between blows. The only reprieve she got was that he would alternate between her cheeks, although there was no rhyme or reason to it, no way to anticipate where he might spank next.

He wasn't counting, he was just spanking. It wasn't what he'd planned. He'd told her that she would never be Annabelle, swearing that he wasn't going to lash out in anger because it was too dangerous. But the truth was he wasn't angry any longer. They both knew that. The other truth was that she was Anna Renee. That had to represent something, and now they both knew what it could mean when she was bad.

Without a preset duration to consider, there was just the spanking, the shots to her ass firm and measured. In the dark, he couldn't see how red her cheeks were getting, and he never stopped long enough to feel the heat emanating from her skin. All he had as a gauge was her cries. She was sobbing, struggling to move as he held her head in place. It was rough treatment, to be sure... and there was technically no safe word in place, the two of them in uncharted territory. Going with his gut, he continued to spank her, knowing he'd know when to stop.

"I'll never fuck Stanley again," she finally yelled, hoping to end the onslaught, even though she could feel her pussy becoming wetter by the second.

Neil froze, his hand stopping in mid stroke, inches from her ass. Letting go of her hair, he helped her up, holding her tenderly in his arms as he ran hand over her cheeks, feeling how hot her skin was to the touch.

"Yes you will, babe. Yes you will," he said, a confident tone to his voice.

"Why would you say that?" she asked through her tears, sniffing a couple of times as she buried her head into his shoulder.

His loving reply actually calmed her. "Because... I know you."

Taking Ann to bed, he undressed. His original thought in the living room was to fuck her face, making her deepthroat him. But that was before he spanked her. Now, all the pent up feelings he had had been drained out of him. It was still a dangerous precedent, but they both knew he hadn't done anything worse to her than any of the times she'd been Annabelle. And they both knew it turned her on.

In fact, as she lay on the bed, waiting for her husband to join her, she had the sweetest smile on her face; one that caught him off guard. The way she was eyeing his throbbing shaft showed what was on her mind.

"What?" he asked as he moved smoothly beside her.

"You get me. I don't know how, but you get me. You always seem to know exactly what I need. And that amazes me."

"I don't know about that."

"I do," she said as she rolled him over onto his back. Grasping his hard cock, she stroked it, giving him a long, steamy kiss. "That's for making you so mad at me you wouldn't kiss me goodbye," she said as she looked deep into his eyes. "And now I'm going to thank you for introducing me to Anna Renee."

"I think you already knew her, babe."

Slipping her leg over his body, she slid his cock into her wanting pussy, sinking down slowly over it in a long, fluid motion. "Not the one that's married to you, Neil. You just introduced me to her."

They made love. The drama of their day over, they gave way to their passion. Somehow it seemed perfect. It was all part of becoming a couple. Their home life had been a roller coaster those first couple of months of their marriage. Eight weeks to be exact. They'd experienced the normal growing pains of newlyweds, learning to live together, while doing it in a new town. They'd also had some of the most incredible sex either of them could imagine. But that was all under what could only be described as normal circumstances as far as Neil's job was concerned.

He had been lucky enough to be on day shift for the two months after they'd married; an added benefit of being the man in charge of hiring new employees. His shift had been doing so well, he and Thelma dialing in their crews, getting them to work as a team, that their boss Jeff made an executive decision. He decided to keep them on days a few weeks longer than normal, wanting Neil to get the third rotation of crews hired and trained. Jeff liked the idea of Thelma and Neil overseeing the training, instead of the other two bozos, as he called them privately, running on the other shift.

Ann knew that gravy train would end. It had only been a matter of time before Neil would be on second shift, and he would eventually go to third for a month. Now that he was on second, the new crews coming on line, the rotation was set, the plant would begin changing shifts every four weeks. While neither of them had looked forward to it, Neil was relieved in one sense. He'd been worried that Jeff might split up him and Thelma instead of putting two rookie supervisors together. But Jeff liked the chemistry, and left well enough alone.

That was the good news. The bad news was that it was that now that he'd worked his first week of second shift, it was going to be seven more until he was on day shift again. Not that it was all bad. In his first week working from four to midnight, they had made the most of the opportunities they had before he went to work, or after he came home. Because Ann wasn't working a job, it allowed for some creative sexual adventures during the week. And of course, they still had their Sundays to look forward to.

They'd had several more amazing ones following the fight, the first being that very weekend. She went out of her way to make up for acting like Anna Renee, making sure just the 'Anna' part of her persona shined through.

The following week she had her period again, which fell right on the weekend. But they both made the best of it, finding ways to be attentive, even though they weren't quite as sexual. At least Neil wasn't. Ann sucked him dry every chance she got, and she even let him fuck her ass before he went to work Monday afternoon.

The following Sunday they celebrated Valentine's Day for a second time, having their fun interrupted on the Wednesday it actually fell because of the hours of the job. He made up for that by attending to every one of her needs come Sunday. He couldn't remember his jaw being that sore before, aching from how many times he'd been told to eat her sweet cunt. He'd let her be queen for the weekend, and she took full advantage, making him eat her at her every whim.

And then, finally... the magical weekend arrived. They finally closed on the house, getting possession early Saturday evening after getting a cashier's check for the down payment from their bank late in the afternoon. Instead of rushing home, he took her out to eat at a wonderful seafood place to celebrate, telling her they had all day the next day to put up whatever she wanted to hang on the walls.

But they didn't have all day. Both of them knew that that Sunday was going to be different from the moment they woke up. Neil was going to start his first ever stint on third shift, and it started at midnight. Actually, it started at eleven, when he'd have to leave, knowing he had to go in early to make sure things were ready for when his employees would arrive.

There was another conflict, what with her wanting to start the decorating she'd put off for what seemed like months, and it being their day. He didn't want them skip over the day they'd committed to each other, knowing it could be the start of a bad trend. If they did it once, it would become easier to do it again, and before they knew it, they'd be sliding down a slippery slope and their Sundays would just become just another day. He cringed at the mere thought of that.

But he was also man of his word. That was what the fight had hinged on... him giving his word. And he'd promised Ann that as soon as they closed, he would do it for her. He knew how she was feeling, and it meant a lot to him that she'd dealt with her fits of impatience, fighting the urge to hang that clock, the one item that seemed to bug her above all the others that she wanted to hang.

So he found himself that Sunday morning, going into the garage; he reluctantly grabbed his tools, bringing them into the house so he could start working. When he set them down on the floor near the dining room table, he watched as she excitedly walked over to him. She was dressed to help him work, wearing an old raggedy green t-shirt and a pair of grey gym shorts that tied in the front. Picking up the hammer, she looked at it, an impish grin on her face. He saw her expression and something inside him snapped.

He pretended to go into a jealous rage, and he took the tool away from her, tossing it onto the floor, telling her that he knew all along that she'd want to fuck 'Stanley' again. She giggled, and then she shrieked as he started tearing at her shirt, literally ripping it off of her flesh. The next thing she knew, he'd untied her shorts as he turned her around, yanking them down her legs. He stuffed his fat cock deep inside her from behind as he bent her over the dining room table, pressing her tits into the hard cherry wood.

It was a hard, angry fuck; one that she'd expected the night of the fight when he came home. That it came three weeks later was a bit of a surprise, the ultimate delayed reaction, but when she closed her eyes, it seemed just as real, and she relished the sensation of being used that way.

He pawed at her body, pressing her into the tabletop, her skin squeaking against it from time to time. But she loved every minute of it, cumming twice as he nailed her just like... well, like Stanley was supposed to. He pumped a huge load into her pussy, his cockhead just past the entrance of her lips, pulling out in a way that made his cum start leaking immediately, a huge glob dangling from the shiny gold pussy ring adorning her labia.

"There... let that be reminder to Stanley that your pussy belongs to me," he said as he spanked her ass on the left cheek with a quick, sharp blow.

He left her there, panting and sweating, cum dripping down her inner thighs and falling to the carpet below. Tucking away his limp cock, he started working, using a cordless drill to make holes, tapping in mollies and twisting screws to hang a couple of heavy pictures in the living room right where she wanted them.

She watched him from that position; her torso still pressed against the table, basking in the afterglow of an amazing couple of orgasms, her pussy still tingling from the experience. She waited, watching him hang both of the big frames on the wall, wondering what he must be thinking. But he kept working, never bothering to look in her direction.

Once she recovered, she pulled up her shorts, tying them back in place, knowing the gray material of her crotch was going to get sticky and wet. She didn't care. All she knew was that what happened had been unexpected, and ridiculously fun. Picking up the shredded remains of her t-shirt, she threw it in the trash can in the garage before going back into the bedroom to get another one.

Opening the drawer of her dresser, she rifled through her options, thinking about what just happened. A naughty thought ran through her brain, and she found herself picking out another well worn shirt; this one pink, with rips and holes in several places. She walked back into the living room, watching her husband standing on a ladder, working to install a hook into the ceiling in front of one of the two front windows. She'd bought it so that she could put a hanging plant on it. Actually, she'd purchased a half dozen of them.

"Why are there so many of these?" he asked as he finished up the first one, knowing a second one was going in front of the other window.

"I thought we might need them in the guest bedroom. You never know when a hook or two in the ceiling might come in handy in there," she said with a playful shrug of her sexy shoulders.

He arched an eyebrow, thinking about the things he could do to her in there on the rare occasions she decided to become Annabelle. "That does sound like an interesting idea," he slowly nodded. But he didn't bite, going back to work, moving the ladder to install the second hook.

Ann was beginning to think she'd been wrong. She thought that just giving him a hint about putting hooks in the ceiling of what was going to become their playroom, especially since it now had his old bed in it, would be a big enough insinuation for him to move his tools there. She didn't have any idea what that would mean, but she loved the idea of trying to turn him on.

But when he finished installing the second hook, he moved instead to the kitchen, taking measurements to hang a key ring holder that she'd purchased. She realized then he was focused on his work.

"At least we fucked once today," she sighed happily, feeling the damp spot in her shorts, the mess between her legs making her woozy with excitement.

She'd given him a long list of things she'd wanted hung or mounted. She never considered that the timing would be so bad when he finally started. It was bad enough that he was doing it on their Sunday. But with him starting a new shift, she knew it was a lot to ask of him. Yet there he was, steadily marking off another completed item before moving to the next. She marveled at his work ethic, and the efficiency with which he got things done. He made it seem so effortless, even though he was sweating, his bare chest glistening as he worked.

She let out a moan as she watched him as he turned; the definition of his muscular back showing as he held his drill steady to make yet another a pilot hole in the wall.

Knowing he would have to take a nap prior to heading off to work later that night, she realized the only way to have a chance to fuck one more time was to wait for him to finish what he was doing. Or, she could help him out like she'd planned all along, getting the list done faster so they could spend time together.

Neil smiled when he saw her out of the corner of his eye. In his mind, he'd done a great job of pretending not to know where his wife was while he worked. Seeing the wetness of her crotch, and the way her nipples were pressing into the tight old shirt stretched over her breasts, he was amazed he hadn't drilled his finger or hung something upside down. He knew every move she made, including the not so veiled tease of trying to entice him into the back bedroom. But he stood his ground, patiently waiting like a lion in the grass for his prey to make a fatal mistake.

He knew that's where she'd go when she finally decided to help again. It was one of the few things that could be hung on the wall with just a nail, and it was the only one she seemed to care about. Bending over, she picked up the clock, staring at it. She loved it, the ornate contemporary design fitting in perfectly with the other decorations of the great room. It was going to be the centerpiece of the wall of the dining area, and she wanted to get it into place so she could build the rest of the design she had in mind around it.

Setting the clock back against the wall on the floor, she reached for the hammer. With the way she was bent over, he got a better look at the wet spot between her legs, the grey material of the skimpy shorts being dark and shiny. It seemed to call to him, his blood boiling over with lust. He pounced, making it to her in four long, powerful strides, grabbing her arm and twisting her around before she could hear him coming.

The hammer fell harmlessly to the carpet as he grabbed her by the hair, just like the night of the fight. Pulling her, she had to bend over as he led her into the entrance of the hallway. She didn't know whether to scream out or giggle as both excitement and nervousness hit her at the same time... especially when he cursed at her.

"What the FUCK did I tell you about hanging out with Stanley? You know he's just trying to get into those shorts of yours... probably just wants sloppy seconds!" he yelled in mock anger.

"I... I'm sorry Neil! I wasn't going to fuck him. I promise! I just wanted to..."

"You wanted to fuck him, didn't you, you little slut! I'll give you something to fuck!"

Literally throwing her to the floor of the small empty bedroom, the only bare room in the house, he pulled his cock out again, watching her staring back at him in disbelief. He knew her reaction was pretend, the sexy glint in her eyes giving it away. Still, his heart soared when he thought about how she'd quickly figured out her part in their impromptu role playing, her performance spot on.

"NO! I just wanted to tell him I couldn't see him anymore."

"Bullshit. I saw how hard he was. You already had your hand on his shaft!"

With his cock now freed, he jumped on top of her, grabbing her shirt. She felt it being ripped off her body, the thrill of him doing it again making her pant with desire. That was before he picked her up and flipping her over onto her knees in a quick, powerful move. It reminded her of a wrestler, and she wondered quickly if that was another sport he'd excelled in.

In seconds her shorts were whipped back down to her knees, her upper body being forced into the carpet; nipples dragging roughly across the fibers. He buried his shaft into her pussy in an abrupt thrust, her hole made even tighter by the way her thighs were being held close together. Pulling back, he began yet another vicious assault on her cunt, ignoring her whimpers and groans.