Ann: The Married Years Ch. 09

She knew she'd never really cheat on him. She could already see in her mind his cock becoming engorged, turning into a raging hard-on for her when she would tell him how she'd spent her day. And yes, she'd confess to letting Ann fuck her pussy... and then her ass. She'd confess to everything.

Ann was bucking up against her, the shaft now fully penetrating her delicious ass. She found herself a comfortable rhythm, able to control the cock more easily in the tighter hole she was now using. Still, she thought of Neil when he'd fuck her ass, and how much thicker his shaft was, yet how effortless and sexy he could make it look. "It's got to be easier to fuck when you have a real cock," she hummed.

Her eyes were drawn to Olivia's breasts, swaying back and forth as she humped. She loved how natural she looked lying there, taking the pounding she was getting, murmuring without saying anything. Then she caught her friend sneaking her left hand down her body, making its way toward her pussy to play with her clit.

It was the moment she'd been waiting for. Reaching down, she picked up one of her Antonio dildos, keeping it hidden, which wasn't hard since Olivia's eyes were closed. Just as she was about to touch her clit, Ann beat her to it, thrusting the thick cock halfway into her pussy.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK!" Olivia screamed; her lungs aching as she struggled to breathe. Her will gave out, Ann totally controlling her now. And she knew she now had more to confess.

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Neil read the letter again... and again, focusing on the last few paragraphs. It thrilled him that Ann had finally made a confession of sorts and admitted to being bisexual. He remembered when he'd first had that thought, back when Ann was still contemplating the idea of having sex with a woman, months before it would ever happen. He wondered if he could handle being married to a woman that found pleasure swinging both ways.

Now, he wondered how his life would be different if she didn't, and the answer wasn't one he liked. Indeed, he was thrilled she'd finally accepted who she was. It didn't threaten him, or scare him. It excited him, and in the process it turned him on.

He skimmed over the part where she alluded to what she was doing. The way she made it sound, she was likely doing something at that very moment. He didn't want to dwell on how naughty she was being, or who she might be with any longer. Those answers would come in time. Again, all he knew was that it turned him on.

It was that last paragraph that captured most of his attention, particularly the last couple of lines. He kept tripping over them. He'd read it slowly. He'd change the inflection, emphasizing different words to get different meanings. He read it again... I know you love me, but I could understand why you would be angry with me for not telling you before, and for doing all of this behind your back like I am. I feel in my heart that you're going to be okay with this, but I don't want to assume that. I guess I'll leave it for you to decide if what I've done is that bad enough or not. No matter what though, I'll be ready for you when you come home tonight.

He highlighted how she closed the letter, calling herself his loving bisexual wife. And then he re-read how she'd signed it. The last couple of sentences...the signature, it couldn't be random. Was she really telling him she wanted him to come home and literally make her pay for what she was doing? What else could the 'bad enough' part mean?

He struggled to understand, not wanting to miss a hint or a clue. It was hard for him to believe she'd want to spend the entire day doing what she was doing only to have him punish her in some way. At the same time, it made perfect sense; that is if you could make sense out of a plan Ann came up with and how her mind worked. The plans she made were to be enjoyed, not overanalyzed. If there was one thing he'd learned since they'd been married, it was to accept what she came up with sexually and just go with it. Still, it bugged him that he couldn't figure out what she wanted.

Exasperated, he put the letter on the passenger seat, looking out his window again. Checking the clock on his dashboard, he knew Jason would be arriving soon. Opening the door, he got out, the oppressive heat in stark contrast to the air conditioning of the car. He began sweating just getting his clubs out of the hatch, but he laced up his shoes anyway.

"If I can't go home, I might as well play golf," he sighed, thinking it might take his mind off what was happening at the house.

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Unlike the previous four friends Ann had over, Olivia didn't leave once they'd finished in the bedroom. It was a good thing too, because she wasn't sure she could drive the way she felt after basically being double penetrated. Her ass was a little sore. Her pussy was red and puffy. She'd never felt more sexual in her life. And yet while she was having an amazing time, there was a part of her that couldn't wait to get home to Ben.

She was lying on her lounger, her legs spread wide with her feet on the deck. Ann was next to her on her own chair, but she was on her side, staring at the gorgeous woman she'd just abused.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" she questioned, finally working up the courage to ask what had been weighing on her mind.

"I've never been better Ann. God... you really know how to use that thing."

"The strap-on?" she giggled, her cute nose wrinkling a little.

"Yeah. That was incredible. And then when you... I've never had two like that before. I've never even thought of it."

"You should feel it when they're both attached to a person," she winked.

"You've fucked two guys like that before?" Olivia snapped, the shock on her face making Ann grin.

"No. It was a Neil, and Carol with a strap-on. But get used to the idea if you end up doing a threesome with her and Barry. She has a one a lot like mine."

"Wow. You know, I knew today was going to be amazing, but I never dreamed I'd get fucked like that."

"Did I go too far?" she wondered, finally breaking down and asking the question that had been troubling her.

Slowly shaking her head, Olivia let out a big sigh. "No. It wasn't what I expected, but that only made it better. I swear there were a couple of times when I felt like you were reading my mind."

Relaxing, she turned onto her back, closing her eyes as she spread her legs much like Olivia's. It made her feel sexier, even naughtier, to be so lewdly on display, even if there wasn't anyone looking. Or so she thought.

"Trying to entice me with your pretty little pussies?"

The voice startled them both. Olivia actually gasped out loud, while Ann sat up straight in her chair.

"FUCK! CAROL!" she snapped, her heart suddenly racing.

"You scared the shit out of us," Olivia exclaimed, her hand covering her chest to check her own heartbeat.

"Sorry, but the front door was unlocked. I figured you wanted me to just come back and join you."

"There's another chair in the garage if you want to get it."

"No... I have to go anyway," Olivia sighed again. "If she's here it has to be going on six. Ben doesn't even know where I'm at right now."

"You never told him?" Carol said in surprise.

"No... I'm telling him as soon as I get home." She grabbed her bathing suit, never bothering to put it on. There was no point, since she'd been naked since she arrived. Instead, she slipped her sexy sundress back over her shoulders, wrapping it as she stood up. She gave Ann a little wave of her fingers as she passed Carol. "I can't tell you how much fun I had today, Ann. Thanks for thinking of me."

"I should be thanking you. It was great getting to know you better," she replied, thinking immediately of how odd that sounded.

"You know, that was fun. But I think I'll remember the sex more," she grinned.

Moving toward the door, she stopped in front of Carol. Wrapping her hand around her good friend's neck, she pulled her into a soft, sexy kiss. "You're next," she whispered.

"Do you mean I'm next for Ann... or for you?" she asked, licking her lips seductively, still feeling the magic of their kiss.

"Both," she giggled as she walked through the house. "Have fun, you two!"

Carol turned her attention to Ann as she stood in front of her, dressed in a conservative pants suit she'd worn to work.

"You look stunning in that outfit," Ann commented.

"Thanks," she said as she turned to go back into the house.

"Where are you going?"

"To undress. Why don't you lose the chairs and I'll be right back."

"Lose them? What are you talking about?"

"Put the chairs on the other side of the deck and then take the cushions off them and place them right there where you are. We can use them for a mattress."

"Don't you want to lay out first? Then we can go inside and use the bedroom."

Carol had already slipped off her jacket, and she was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. "I know you have this fantasy about sunbathing and then doing something sexy together."

"Yeah, it's called sex."

"I know. And I don't want to wait. So I figure we could do both at the same time while we're on the deck."

"You want to have sex with me... out here?"

Carol winked as she closed the door and said, "So do you, Ann. And you know it."

Ten minutes later she'd returned outside, wrapped in a towel, getting on her knees before she dropped it. Ann had made the changes she'd requested, and she was lying back toying with her pussy. As they shared a steamy kiss in the sweltering heat, Carol felt herself melting into Ann's arms.

"I've been thinking about you all day, Ann. I can't believe we're doing this without Neil."

"We've done it before," she said as she nibbled her neck.

"He was there... he was just in the pool."

"Same thing. We're alone, that's all that matters to me right now. Are you sure you want to do this here?"

"It's all I could think about after I talked to Heather this morning."

"You... you talked to Heather?"

"And Martina. That's why I don't want to wait, Ann. I'm so wet I can't stand it."

"Then you came to the right place. I think I can take care of you," she cooed as she slowly started kissing and licking her way down Carol's sensuous body.

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They were finishing up their round, and Neil was behind Jason by three strokes with four holes to play. They were playing stroke play instead of match play, the total score of the round being the deciding factor instead of who won the greater number of holes. The two were fairly evenly matched with their handicaps within one of each other, and it made for a fun round.

They weren't playing for much as far as stakes go, a congratulatory beer going to the winner. But it was still a bet, and Neil wanted to win. He was off his game though, making a couple of uncharacteristic mistakes, the last being a missed short putt that put him behind be three shots.

Jason kidded him about it as the walked to their cart. They both preferred to walk when the played, but with them starting so late in the day and it being so hot out, they decided to ride to make sure they could get eighteen holes in before dark. Neil took the jibe as it was intended, knowing it was all part of the good-natured ribbing that was part of golfing with friends, something that he was used to on the golf course. He'd taken far worse abuse from his Dad when they played.

Yet as the drove to the next tee, Jason finally caved. He wasn't supposed to bring it up, and he'd done a great job of it all through the round. But he knew it was on Neil's mind, and the gentleman in him was torn between keeping his word to his wife, and reaching out to a friend who obviously was struggling with what was happening at home.

"You're not quite yourself today, Neil."

"Well, I've played better, if that's what you mean."

"You're not playing that bad. But you've made some strange decisions."

"Huh?"

"It wasn't like you to go for that shot on twelve. You always make the safe play there. That's one of the things I admire about your game. You judge risk versus reward better than most people I've ever played with."

"Yeah, that was pretty dumb. I hit the five-wood so well... I don't know why in the world I hit driver."

"Like I said, you don't seem like yourself. Then again, maybe that's one I have up on you today. My life is pretty much the same."

The cart stopped and Neil grabbed his driver again, this time because it was the club he'd usually use. Walking up onto the tee, he waited for Jason to tee off, as he'd won the honor on the previous hole.

After he hit his shot, Neil asked, "What did you mean when you said you're life is the same?"

He placed his ball on the tee and got ready to hit, when Jason replied, "I'll just say that unlike you, I'm used to my wife having sex with someone else while I'm at work... or golfing."

He stopped mid swing, almost pulling a muscle to keep from hitting the ball. "What?"

"I will say that this is the first time she's had sex with a woman though," he winked. "I'm pretty excited to find out how Felicia liked being with your wife today."

He dropped his club, making Jason laugh. And that also changed the dynamic of their friendly round of golf. It was still friendly, and it was still golf. But the wager suddenly didn't matter anymore. He had questions, and apparently Jason had answers.

They spent the rest of the final four holes, along with the time drinking the beer Jason bought him in clubhouse afterward, talking about their relationship with their wives. He didn't win the beer, his concentration shaken by the revelation that his playing partner knew what Ann was doing... and with Felicia as one of her guests. Jason felt obligated to buy it the moment he'd dropped that bombshell on the tee. They ended up sharing tales, Neil offering some of the sexual things he and Ann had done during their marriage. Jason explained the unusual arrangement he had with his Felicia, and how he not only accepted it, he encouraged her to be promiscuous.

Some of it was hard for him to believe. But he listened, knowing Jason wasn't venting. He was looking for some understanding from a man he considered a close friend, even though there was a big difference in their ages. He and Felicia had originally befriended their new neighbors thinking of them as their kids. But that had gradually changed; the friendship evolving as time went by. Jason looked at Neil as a contemporary of sorts. Other than his wife, Ann was the most sexual woman he'd ever met, so the camaraderie and respect he had for Neil stemmed from there and continued to grow.

Jason also knew Neil wasn't judging him. He was just listening, offering a willing and patient ear, one that didn't critique or inquire unnecessarily. He found that a refreshing quality in what he considered a young man. So much so that he knew in his heart he could tell him anything and know it would be held in confidence.

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The light was starting to fade, the bright yellow sun turning into a brilliant orange as it began to descend over the mountain range to the west. And with it, the temperature began to drop. With the oddly low humidity for the time of year, it seemed to cool rather quickly, going from the low 90s to the upper 70s in what seemed like no time at all.

Of course, it was still very hot on the deck. The two naked babes having sex there kind of saw to that. They'd been going at each other for a couple of hours. Well, Carol was still going at Ann. She'd arrived excited, the prospect of joining the list of women that had visited the Thomas home during the day proving to be a huge turn on. Not to mention the idea of actually having sex out on her deck.

For her part, Ann had started to fade with the waning sunlight, fatigue beginning to set in. She'd started her day giving her husband an energetic send off, blowing him with guilt driven enthusiasm. She followed that up by rushing around the back yard, lugging the heavy partitions from the crawlspace to the deck, scrambling to install them before Heather arrived. She'd pretty much been going non-stop since she woke up.

Yes, she'd taken a break mid-day to eat some lunch and rejuvenate her body, going so far as to take a shower. And it wasn't like it was continuous sex; some lesbian tag-team orgy where they were lined up to use her. There were lots of gaps of just tanning with one of her friends. In fact, the sun was the real culprit, the brilliance of the sunshine and the heat it created sapping her strength as the long day wore on.

She was on her hand and knees, Carol behind her as she rammed the well-used dildo of the strap-on into her pussy. She was bent forward, her nipples dragging against the fabric of the flowered cushion. Carol's fingers gripped Ann's hips, digging into her skin lightly as she pulled her back into her groin.

Ann was lost, somewhere between her erotic dream and the reality she was living out. Her orgasm seemed inevitable, and yet she'd cum so much she'd become a bit desensitized. She was on a precarious cliff. She'd either fall over it and crash, the explosive ending of her day... or she'd hang there, dangling, never reaching the big climactic ending she suddenly longed for.

It wasn't like she hadn't cum with Carol. Hell, they both had, several times. But as she tired, Carol took over, telling her she wanted to give her one more. And she wanted one, almost too much; it was taking longer than either of them anticipated. She kept lowering her body, her chest now pressing totally against the cushion, hoping the increase in the angle would change the pressure against her numb clit, bringing her needed relief.

Carol saw the shadow in the darkness, a knowing smile coming to her face. Ann sensed it as well, but much too late, her mental state of exhaustion making her vulnerable. Her head was yanked up by her hair, her face suddenly smacked with a hard, fleshy cock, before feeling the head press against her lips. She knew who it was, but she didn't look. She simply opened her mouth, her throat filled instantly as she gave herself to the one she loved.

"You're bisexual... not a lesbian. And that means you need a real cock, not a fake one!" Neil barked as he started fucking her face hard and deep.

Ann tried to catch her breath, working to breathe through her nose, but she coughed, almost gagging. He gave her one quick chance to recover, before ramming deep inside again. Fortunately for her, she was able to adjust, because he wasn't letting up.

She knew the instant she felt his thick shaft sliding down her gullet that he was right. There was never a doubt. She loved him, and his glorious cock. She couldn't live without either of them if she tried. As much fun as she'd had on her self-proclaimed 'lesbian day', she was a slut for him. She had finally accepted that she was bisexual now, but if percentages were applied, it wasn't a 50/50 thing. If anything, it was more like ninety-nine percent Neil, with the rest left over for her dalliances with women. And she loved it that way.

The three of them continued until he tired of her mouth. Actually what he tired of was her lack of energy. No matter the circumstances, he loved her mouth wrapped around his throbbing flesh. But she was so spent it became too arduous to continue like they were.

He directed traffic on the deck, the three of them switching positions. Ann knew what was coming. It was poetic, really, the symmetry in her day. As she straddled Carol, feeling the big rubber shaft penetrate her pussy once again, she felt him behind her, tilting her body, exposing her ass.

"Oh God," she hissed as she waited for him to shove his cock deep into her back hole.

Her back arched when he impaled her with his shaft, her tits jutting out for his hands to paw. She moaned at the touch of his rough palms and strong fingers, reveling how they mauled at her breasts. It was such a welcome change to the soft, womanly hands that had been massaging her all day. This was more of a grope, the raw, abrasive contact filling her with lust.