Ann: The Married Years Ch. 08

He didn't mind the notion of making them. After all, whenever Ann lay out in the sun, she got incredibly horny, even more so when she did it naked. So he built them for her the year before. But he didn't like the idea of them being up all the time. He wanted them to be removable so he could clear snow from the deck easier in the winter, liking to use his grill year round. He took them down in early November, and for whatever reason, he never got around to putting them back on at the start of summer.

Ann didn't let that deter her. She'd simply hang a couple of sheets over the sides to hide her whenever she felt like sunbathing nude. But today, she wanted the partitions up, looking for total privacy... and she didn't want to ask him for help doing it.

Satisfied that she had things set up the way she wanted, she stepped inside the house, sighing as the cool temperature hit her. She made her way to the door to the garage, opening it long enough to hit the button. She heard the grinding of the motor as it lowered the big overhead door, and she thought about her husband and all the things he'd done to the house since they bought it, the garage opener being one of them. Everything she had done since he left seemed to hint at how amazing and handy he was.

A tinge of guilt ran through her when she thought about what she was about to do; about how she was going to be doing it behind his back. Still, her pussy ached, and she knew it was too late to turn back now. She was too excited. Whatever guilt she had was outweighed by the thrill.

"He'll understand," she said, hoping hearing the words aloud would make them true.

She didn't dwell on the fact that she was still nervous about his reaction. Instead, she took a deep breath and focused her naughty mind on what was about to happen. Racing down the hallway, she stripped off her sweat soaked shirt along the way, throwing it into the clothesbasket on top of the washer as she passed by. Peeling off her jeans, she threw them in too, before running into the bedroom to get dressed.

Putting her hair up, she put on her favorite string bikini, the bright yellow one that hid practically nothing. But since this was going to be more than just sunbathing, she slipped on the yellow heels she bought to go with them. Grabbing a handful of beach towels from her closet, she carried the armful down the hall, placing them on the dining room table in a neat pile.

Next, she headed back to the bedroom, unlocking the toy chest, her eyes catching a couple of the bondage items in the storage tray where she kept them. A quick flash of the crawlspace below her feet ran through her brain, but she shook her head to get those thoughts out. Instead, she grabbed a few items she thought she'd want to use, and closed the lid, leaving it unlocked in case she'd forgotten something.

She threw a couple of the items onto the spare bed, hoping she could lure her fun into that room. The rest she took out onto the deck. Lastly, she went to the kitchen, pulling out some snack food from the pantry, and a big, industrial sized bottle of baby oil she'd purchased for the occasion.

Even though it was just before nine in the morning, she was sitting casually in Neil's Lay-Z-Boy, rocking back and forth as she stared out the front window, a half-glass of wine in her hand. Calm ran over her with the first sip, and by the time she finished the glass, she had a wonderful light buzz going on. She was relaxed, at peace with that she was about to do. That was until the car drove up.

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

Ann spread her legs wider, her breathing becoming shallower by the second. She lifted her thighs, opening herself, offering more room.

"Oh... yeeeesss," she moaned, feeling her pussy respond to the tongue digging deep into her hole. She felt her hands gripping at hair, becoming tangled, pulling... forcing the contact.

"You like that don't you?" she heard, making her body shiver with excitement.

"Oh God yes," she responded in a raspy voice, her throat dry from panting.

"Then wait until you feel this."

She felt the cockhead, sliding effortlessly inside her slick cunt in one quick thrust. The shaft was buried to its full length, their crotches now pressed together. Her eyes snapped shut as the fucking began. It was hard and deep, and it felt exquisite.

Fingers twisted her nipples, and she shivered at the pain. But her pussy milked at the shaft pleasuring her, the veins hard and rigid as she felt it moving in and out of her. Neil's face appeared in her mind, as if he was the one between her legs, pumping deep inside her. She wondered what he'd say if he could see her there, letting another hard cock take her.

She felt lips pressing against hers, tasting her mouth, followed by a tongue invading it. She let it, sucking at it, tasting it back. It felt wicked, and yet she'd longed for this. Her legs were quickly forced backward as the pounding became more intense. She was pinned there on the mattress of the guest bed, her slick, oiled back making a mess of the sheets. But she didn't care. Whatever evidence she left behind wasn't a concern at the moment. Only her orgasm mattered, and it was quickly approaching.

With the sudden change in angle, her clit drug against the hard cock, pulling it almost unnaturally. It was more friction than she was used to, and she pushed her hips up into it.

"OOHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK! I'MMMMMM CUUUMMMIIIINNNGGG!"

She felt the flood release from her pussy, the wetness rolling down the crack of her ass. Her fingers clutched at the sheets as the pounding continued through a second smaller orgasm. And then she felt empty.

Her legs fell to the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She opened her eyes as she felt the bed shifting, knowing she was now alone on the bed. There was water running in the bathroom, and then the shower started. Ten minutes later it shut off, but she was still lying there, motionless, her mind racing about what she'd just done.

She heard her lover's voice in the doorway, but couldn't bring herself to look. "I've got to get going, sweetie... I have to be at work at noon today."

"So it's just wham, bam, thank you ma'am, then" Ann answered, knowing all along that it was always going to be that way.

"Sorry, Ann. I wish I could stay."

"That's all right," she said, turning onto her side.

"When's your next visitor coming over?"

"As soon as you leave," she giggled. "Can I get a kiss before you go, or do you just fuck and run?"

Those tender lips made her swoon. So did the playful cupping of her breast, followed by the not so playful running of a finger through her labia, making her shudder. Parting, she felt that finger on her lips and she sucked it in greedily, thinking about how she'd missed the opportunity to clean that cock off when they'd finished fucking. That was wiped from her mind as they shared another long, lingering kiss.

"There, is that better?"

"Yes. Thanks for coming over."

"Thanks for making me cum!"

"It was my pleasure. I hope we can do this again sometime."

"I think we both know we will. You've waited a long time for this. Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?"

"Almost. I loved the way your cock felt," she giggled. "But I have to admit, I do miss having sperm leaking out of my pussy right now."

"Well, it's for the best. I don't think your husband would appreciate that, do you?"

"Probably not. I'm taking a big enough chance as it is just doing this. I can't imagine what he'd do if I let a real man cum inside me."

"You're saying I'm not a real man?"

"Funny. That's not what today is about, and you know it."

"I do now. Take care, Ann,"

"You too, Heather."

"I will," her friend said as she headed down the hallway to let herself out. "I left the strap-on in the bathroom. Enjoy the rest of your lesbian day!"

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

The idea first came to Ann four months before. She'd just returned from her trip to California, an anniversary gift from Neil to visit her friends. Actually, they were their friends, something she made a point of reminding him. But he'd set it up for her, knowing she missed them dearly. It was a refreshing retreat of sorts, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed herself. But that euphoria didn't last as long as she'd hoped.

She had been home a couple of weeks, and he was still working on third shift. The long nights of winter were starting to shorten, but the cold weather and lack of companionship at night had started to get to her once again.

Neil knew how hard that particular shift was for her. That's why he timed her trip for when he was on that shift to begin with. But with a week to go, he knew she was stir-crazy. So, he suggested she find a way to have a girl's night out with some of her friends.

She was surprised she never thought of it. She'd spent so many nights just sitting around the house, never considering going out. Inspired, she made a few calls, and the very next night she headed out for an evening of carousing. She'd called Martina and Carol, as well as Carol's friend Olivia, the four Super Bowl sluts, as she coined them, ready to hit the town along with Heather.

Just as she was about to leave, she got a call from her neighbor, Felicia. It seemed her husband Jason had gone on a business trip, and she was feeling lonely as well. She wondered if she wanted to come over to watch a movie. Instead, Felicia ended up riding with her to the Sheraton, where they danced for hours.

That was followed by a trip out to Carol's, who invited the five of them to spend the evening drinking wine as they soaked in the hot tub. It was great even though it was cold outside. And it was all innocent fun, as they were wearing suits in the Jacuzzi, but it was still a night that shaded heavily toward the sexual side.

The girls all told stories, talking about their sex lives, sharing erotic escapades they'd had in their past. Carol and Olivia told tales of their college days together. Martina told of some escapades she'd had in nursing school. Heather went on about some of the fun she'd had at the hotel with a guest or two. Like the rest of the girls, Ann shied away from stories revolving around her significant other, instead sharing about some of her conquests living in California.

What surprised everyone was how willing to share Felicia was. And she wasn't talking about things she'd done earlier in her life like the others. She was actually sharing about her and Jason's love life. Not only that, it shocked them just how open their relationship was. Here was a grandmother, albeit a young one, telling the girls of her penchant for extra-marital fun, all at the behest of her husband. It reminded Ann of Paula, one of Neil's mom's best friends.

"Good lord, I live next door to a nympho," Ann laughed.

"I could say the same about you," Felicia laughed as she sipped her wine.

"I don't think I'm in your category. Neil's not a... cuckold."

"I really don't think of Jason as one either. I mean, I guess he is by strict definition, but it's not like I'm always rubbing it in his face or anything, although I do when we're in that mood. But trust me, he never wants for sex. I always take care of my man."

"It's just a little hard to see you doing that," Carol said as she wrinkled her nose.

"No one sees me, dear."

"You know what I mean. It's just seems so unbelievable. I never would have guessed. And Jason is okay with it, eh?"

"Of course he is... it was his idea. And I always tell him what I've done... or what I'm going to do. That's one of the things that turns him on so much."

"I could never do that," Ann said.

Felicia looked at her and nodded. "I know, Ann. It's not for everyone. But I think you're closer to it than you'd like to admit."

"I won't fuck other men, Felicia."

"Good... because you shouldn't. Like I said, it's not a lifestyle for everyone, and with what happened to Neil in his first marriage, that's really a line I would ever cross if I were married to him."

"So, why do you do it?"

"Because unlike Neil, Jason wants me to," she smiled. "And there's the fact that I love him, and I want to make him happy."

"That's just so hard to imagine."

"Really? Don't you love it when Neil fucks another woman?"

That comment hit Ann in the gut. She did love it when she shared him with another woman; as long as she knew about it ahead of time, or set it up, or was with him while he did it. Who was she to judge Felicia? Or Jason, for that matter?

"Maybe I'm a cuckold," she said, shaking her head.

"Ha... hardly," Felicia laughed.

On the drive home from Carol's house, Felicia let out a long sigh, her body leaning back in the passenger seat.

"You okay?" Ann asked, her eyes concentrating on the road ahead.

"Yes. I just had too much to drink. I'm glad you're driving."

"No problem. That's why I didn't have that much."

"Ann?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for inviting me tonight. I had a really good time."

"Me too. I really needed it."

"I did too. I can't tell you the last time I was out with a bunch of women. It's been years. And I mean years."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. The truth is I don't have a lot of friends."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's my own doing. Not a lot of women my age appreciate my lifestyle. I guess they're threatened by it. That's one of the reasons Jason and I moved to where we are now. We got tired of the looks from the neighbors, and where we live now, there are so many comings and goings with the apartments that no one really notices... or cares."

"So... you really fool around a lot then, huh?"

"Not as much as I used to."

"But you still moved."

"People knew. I had a few neighbors that had a lot of time on their hands, and they were nosy and figured it out. I just didn't like feeling like there's something wrong with me when there's not. I'm sexual, so what. People need to get over it. It's funny though, since we moved, I've learned to stop caring about what other people think of me. It's been good. Although I suppose I could be feeling that way because I'm actually... fooling around a lot less."

"What's so funny?" she asked, commenting on Felicia's chuckle toward the end.

"I've never thought of it as fooling around. There was never fooling anyone. I fuck... and suck. Like I said, I'm sexual, like you. There's no hiding it really."

"You hid it from me. I mean, you've told me some of the things you and Jason have done, and you're a kinky freak," she laughed, "But I never would have guessed this."

"I'm a kinky freak, eh? Can I tell you something?"

"I think you've told me a lot already," she laughed. "But sure, go ahead."

"There was a part of me that thought something was going to happen tonight," she said nervously.

"Something did happen. We had fun."

"I was thinking more along the lines of... sex."

"Oh. Really? Did I give you that impression?"

"Well, you didn't say anything. But it's pretty obvious you're very comfortable around women, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying that."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not ashamed of who I am."

"So, can I ask."

"Ask what?"

"Well, to be blunt... are you bisexual?"

Ann paused, measuring her response. Whenever that word had been broached before, she would steadfastly deny it. It seemed preposterous. She loved Neil. And frankly, she loved cock. She never considered herself as someone that was attracted to women, because she'd always been too busy checking out men.

Now the question had been posed once again, and she realized that much like Felicia, she was at a different place in her life. It had changed dramatically since she met Neil, all for the better, with a large part of that being how she'd grown sexually. Yes, she'd had the occasional thought about exploring her feminine side before fate stepped in and brought him into her life. But she never thought to pursue it. Yet with Neil, it seemed possible. In fact, it somehow seemed right. And now, over a year later, that same notion didn't seem so outrageous after all.

"Ann? Did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"Huh? Oh... no, I was just thinking about the question," she replied, snapping out of her little trance.

"So... are you? Bisexual, I mean?"

She thought of Neil, and how he encouraged her to explore her desires and her fantasies. His acceptance of who she was as a woman, and a wife, and a lover filled her heart. Slowly nodding, a sweet smile appeared.

"Yes... yes, I am," she stated proudly.

She dropped Felicia off a short time later, but that sudden revelation had her on edge the rest of the night. In fact, she barely slept. She was bisexual. There was no other way to describe it. And she was content about it. If she looked at herself honestly, she still obviously loved men more than women, and she loved Neil more than she could imagine. But there was no denying she loved having sex with women.

The next day, the idea first popped into her head. She was tired, and needed a lot of coffee to make it through the day because she'd barely slept. But she couldn't help but think of Felicia's comment, about something happening at Carol's house with all those women. What if it had, she wondered.

"That would have given a different meaning to a girl's night out," she chuckled softly to herself.

Her bachelorette party came quickly to mind, and she realized that was as close to an all out lesbian experience as she'd ever had. But somehow it didn't seem like it. They'd not only gone to a strip club for men, they'd gone to one for women as well that night, watching hunky men shed their clothes and grind their pelvises in their faces. And while that wasn't really something she liked, having never gotten turned on by the idea of men stripping, she did get into the spirit of the night. She'd even felt a cock or two though the tiny g-strings they wore.

But that night was more about bonding with females than it was having sex with them, even though there was a lot of it going on, both before they left town, and in the back of the limo as the night wore on. In truth it was more about women having a good time, out on the town, celebrating her last days as a single woman. Now, she was thinking of an actual lesbian experience, where the thoughts of men were out of her mind completely.

Right then and there, sitting at her dining room table, a cup of coffee in her hand as she stared out at the deck on a brisk winter morning, she had a new fantasy come to mind. One that she knew she had to fulfill.

"I want a lesbian day," she sighed.

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

It didn't take much convincing for her to get Heather on board. She was actually the first to agree when she broached the subject over coffee a few weeks later. Then again, Heather was the first one she asked. From there, she started to formulate a plan, thinking of what to do, and how to do it... and whom to do it with.

As with anything she planned, it wasn't simple. When it came to sexual adventures, her mind always seemed to drift toward the elaborate. She couldn't just call someone up and invite them over. It had to be more interesting than that; more enticing. After all, she was doing this one for herself, for selfish reasons. But there would be others involved, and it had to be special for them too. As always, the devil was in the details, and Ann had a penchant for leaving nothing to chance.

The one thing she was sure she wanted was actually something she didn't want. And that was a group. When Felicia said she wondered if something might happen at Carol's house, it sparked something inside her. She loved all the girls that were there. That's why she invited them to go out. But inviting them all over for some lesbian orgy? That was an absurd thought. No, she wanted to make love to a woman; to several women, actually. Just not all at once. She wanted it to be more intimate.