Ann: The Married Years Ch. 09

She held herself still, not that she could really move. Besides being pinned between then, she was exhausted. But she was also coming closer to the final orgasm that had been eluding her.

Carol tried to hump upward as much as she could, but Neil was doing the majority of the work. He too was driven by lust, and while he had expended some energy on the golf course, he became consumed with desire the moment he saw the two women on the deck when he'd arrived home.

He really didn't think anyone would be there but Ann. She'd said she would be waiting for him, and he figured that meant alone. Instead, he drove up to see Carol's car, and that changed his entire mindset. He had thought the end of the letter was a bit of a ruse, Ann's way of saying she was sorry for not telling him ahead of time, even though she knew he not only would be okay with what she'd planned for her day, he wouldn't want to know ahead of time. But finding Carol still there and that Ann was still in the midst of her day of lesbian debauchery, it set his mood.

He started fucking her hard and fast, hammering her, making her tits sway violently when he let go of them to grab her hips. She was making little squeaks, knowing she couldn't scream out, and that only added to the intensity. Then she felt his hand, the echo of his slap against her ass bouncing off the condos behind them, closely followed by her loud shriek. Her body shuddered and she finally fell off that cliff, cumming hard all over the rubber cock wedged inside her pussy.

He spanked her again, and Carol reacted, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her down into a kiss, her screams muffled by their lips locking together. He was suddenly in the role she'd ominously referenced in her letter; that of the angry husband finding out his wife had a bad girl while he was away. He wasn't really angry, but he felt a type of angst inside, and he was feeding off of that.

A lot of that had to do with seeing how weary she was, worn out from her day of play, and knowing he was getting the leftovers, as it were. He'd been turned on all day, and she wasn't able to give him what he needed at the moment, other than an available hole to fuck. And even that had been compromised, since Carol was still there when he'd arrived home, using the one he'd been dreaming about.

There was also the mood that came with fucking her ass. Ann had always associated anal sex with the darker sides of her sexuality. It was possessive, it was heated; it was angry sex that tended to be on the rough side. And she loved every second of it. So did he, but with it came that feeling. Whenever he fucked her ass, it became raw and hard, the very essence of the moment broke down into a primal need to just fuck. It was animalistic in its nature, and it drove him.

He bucked up into her, harder and faster, her lower body aching from being used all day and then suddenly being stuffed full in both her pussy and her ass. She kept yelping as he'd spank her, the blows coming very sporadic, the long gaps in between keeping her from anticipating them. She couldn't see with her eyes clamped shut, Carol ravaging her mouth with hers. It wouldn't have mattered if they were open, what with her hair hanging over her face and the darkening skies.

"AGGGHH!" he growled as he came deep into her bowels, sounding more like an animal than a man. His load gushed from the end of his raging cock, shooting jets of hot sperm into her, making her moan into Carol's waiting mouth.

She was panting, her head resting on Carol's shoulder, her holes stuffed and throbbing intensely. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes mere slits as she saw her husband glaring at her, his piercing eyes appearing to glow as dusk turned to night.

"Welcome home, baby," she said softly, unsure what else to say.

"I understand you've been a busy girl today," he answered sternly.

"You could say that," she smiled.

"You've also been a very bad girl, Anna Renee. I think we need to talk."

"Oh crap," she said nervously, a shiver running through her body.

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The soft curves of Ann's body pressed up against Neil as they lay together in bed. It was more than just spooning, his rigid cock buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy. They weren't fucking, or even making love, really. He'd eased his shaft into the tight confines of her passage, holding himself there.

She let out a whimper as he slid inside, her cunt sore from being abused all day. But she wasn't going to deny him entry. It was but a second or two of being uncomfortable. Now that she was stretched wide, feeling his manhood throbbing against her inner walls, she moaned softly, her pussy becoming wet to welcome him. The warmth in her chest increased when he reached over her body, cupping her breast in a way that made her feel safe and secure.

He bucked into her once, pulling his shaft almost all the way out before ramming forward, his pelvis banging against the cheeks of her ass. She winced, the pain shooting through her backside, and she worried that more was to follow.

Sensing her bristle at the contact, he smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied dutifully, knowing it was the only answer she had at her disposal.

"It doesn't seem like it," he persisted, nuzzling her neck.

She peeked over her sexy shoulder, her body screaming out for her to stop, craving to be left alone to recuperate. But her eyes refused to let on how she was really feeling, their brilliance sparkling even in the dark of the room.

"Fuck me, Neil," she smiled.

He knew from the tone of her voice it was more of a conceding statement, as if she were only surrendering in order to appease him. He hated that feeling, and yet he could feel her vaginal walls moving, clenching them around his shaft as if to spur him on. And in a way it worked.

It was all part of Ann's proclamation that she'd been bad, having to pay for being disobedient. He'd fucked her ass, and he'd spanked it, albeit playfully, while he did. But then he took her inside, telling her they needed to talk.

He held himself still, his torso pressed against hers, feeling the heat of her body. He reached down, his hand drifting from her supple breast, touching the curve of her shapely ass. She winced again, the touch of his fingers pressing into her skin causing her to roll away, but he grabbed her hip to pull her back to him.

"Unnhh," she whined, still refusing to protest.

"Are you sure you're okay," he offered again.

"I'm how I'm supposed to be," she nodded.

"What does that mean?"

"I did something bad and enjoyed it. You caught me, and I paid for it. This is how I'm supposed to feel right now."

He started to pull his cock out, but she reached behind, her hand going to his powerful ass, hoping to stop him. "Don't Neil. I want to do this for you. I need to."

"We have the whole weekend."

"I know. But you put that monster inside me for a reason. So use me. That's what I'm here for."

"That's a silly statement. You're here because I love you, and you love me."

"And for the record, I loved it when you caught me, and I loved paying for it. That's why I want to do this. It's going to hurt, but I'm going to love every second of it and you know it."

He knew better than to ask if he'd been too hard on her when he'd spanked her after bringing her inside, mainly because he knew the answer. He hadn't. But it still concerned him because he loved her so much. It was never all that easy to accept the notion that she found such pleasure and comfort in pain. At the same time, he found himself there, his mind slipping into the role he'd played with no trouble. Now she was practically begging him to fuck her, even though her body was aching from the very thing she'd hoped he'd do.

Not wanting to question her motivation or the intensity of what had happened after they'd fucked on the deck, or inside afterward, he instead asked about how she took the pain emotionally.

"So, did you love how I spanked you?"

She thought about how he'd pulled her into the house, still naked, not letting her to cover herself. It was dark by then, but the idea of possibly being visible made her shudder. She was still oiled up, so he made her kneel in the middle of the kitchen floor, raising her ass as she bent over much like she had been when he'd first seen her on the deck.

"Of course I loved it," she nodded. "But I was surprised you let Carol stay and watch."

"Why's that?"

"I guess because that's a side of me she'd never seen"

"She's seen Annabelle. Hell, she fucked Annabelle!"

"I know. But I'm not Annabelle. I'm Anna Renee, remember? I thought it was going to be between you and me when you did it."

"When you fuck up, you fuck up, babe. That's not planned like when you're Annabelle."

"I know. And that's one of the things I love about it. But don't think it wasn't planned. After all, I did sign the note Anna Renee, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but we didn't have an argument. It wasn't like the previous times. I didn't even get to rip your clothes off."

"True, but there's no denying I was bad, is there? Anna Renee has to have a few shades of grey to her too, just like all my other personalities."

"Then why would it surprise you that I made Carol stay and watch?"

"Carol was supposed be gone when you got home. She wanted to make me cum one more time, and I couldn't. Not until you showed up, anyway."

"Hmm... maybe we can make you cum again now," he grinned.

"I just want you to cum baby. I've cum so many times today I'm worried I broke my clit," she giggled.

"And that from a girl who never thought of having more than one orgasm when she had sex," he whispered as he withdrew his cock slowly. Rocking his hips, he began pumping gently inside her wet pussy.

"That was before," she grimaced, trying to get used to the pain.

He ignored her plight, knowing she didn't want to dwell on how she felt. If she wanted to please him that way, he wasn't going to keep questioning her motives. "Before what?" he asked, continuing their conversation.

"Before you."

"So, when did you come to terms with being bisexual," he teased.

That question began a long conversation while they fucked. Actually, they were making love, the slow grinding becoming a long, drawn out process.

He asked about her day and how she set things up. She answered, always being honest and quick with her responses. He wanted to know the details of what she'd done that day, and she shared them willingly, loving how he reacted. She could feel his cock expand when he got really excited about some part of her lesbian adventure.

He quizzed her about Olivia, thrilled that they'd hooked up. She told him about Olivia's plans for a threesome with Carol and Barry, and how she hoped Carol would reciprocate with her and her husband Ben. He was stunned when she told him about Martina, mostly because he'd seen her right after she had returned from lunch, the two having a brief conversation in the hallway when she'd walked in the front door. She giggled when she recounted how Martina was naked underneath her nurse outfit, and her body was covered in baby oil. His cock pulsed inside her when he recalled that he'd actually smelled it.

He asked about Heather and Carol, and how they'd bookended her day. She happily said they were the easiest to convince; two great friends that were always on board for a good time. And she shared how she loved them for being there for her, to start her day and to end it, knowing she could truly count on them in more ways than just for sex.

She asked him about golfing, and laughed when she did. He rolled her onto her stomach in response, threatening to spank her again for reminding him how she'd used Jason to stall for more time with her friends.

They talked about their relationship with the Wallaces' as he started ramming harder into her pussy. Her legs were closed tightly together, her ass slightly upturned as she tried to stick it out. Her hands were resting at her sides, her body just taking his pounding. His lower legs were outside of hers, pressed against them, his weight on his knees. He could have just as easily been fucking her ass in that position, but her pussy seemed just as tight the way he held her there, pinned underneath his powerful body.

His crotch rammed into her ass, her cheeks still very sore from the spanking he'd given her. He was right. It was different. It was more contrived, really. But his hand on her ass wasn't. It was one of the more intense spankings she'd had to endure, save only for the first time he'd ever done it. But this time she didn't sob. Yes, she teared up, her eyes unable to contain them. And they rolled down her cheeks, landing on the linoleum floor. Yet she maintained her composure for the most part, accepting her punishment. Now she was accepting his cock, the thick shaft forcing itself into her swollen cunt, the residual effect of his body hitting her ass cheeks seeming a fair trade off for the pleasure that was building inside her.

He asked questions about Felicia, ones he already knew the answers to for the most part. She offered up what she knew, answering all of them honestly. But she held close to her chest the secret they'd shared. It was a line she wasn't going to cross. She'd made a promise to her friend, and she wasn't going to break it.

Instead she told him about how Felicia met up with Douglas, the UPS driver after she'd finished her first lesbian experience. She mentioned that he hadn't been there very long, so he likely just got a blowjob, but that was titillating enough that she felt his cock flinch inside her again.

The pressure he was putting on her clit became too much, her body unable to take any more. She tried to reach behind her, hoping to make him back off just a touch, but that move backfired. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them against her lower back, holding them there as he pressed down. It was as if she was bound, and that submissive posture set her off.

"FUCK NEIL! I'MMMMM CUMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"

He slammed forward one last time, actually joining her, his cum filling her pussy, reclaiming it in a way. It was as if he was reminding her how she needed to feel a real cock bursting inside.

He held her there, captive, bending forward to whisper into her ear. "Isn't there anything else you want to tell me about Felicia and Jason, or do you want me to punish you again?"

"Neil, what are you talking about? I think I've told you everything about today... with everybody!"

"What about the fact that he may not be the real father of their children," he smiled.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. He let go of her arms, and she twisted around, finding the strength to turn over to look at him. "How do you know that? She told me she's never told anyone in her life, Neil!"

"She must really think of you as a friend, then," he smiled as he kissed her on the forehead.

She pushed him back with her hands; her eyes wide open in shock. "She does! Now how did you find out?"

He shrugged, his smug smile disarming her. "For some odd reason, Jason thinks of me as a friend too."

"But she told me in confidence! She wasn't going to tell him she told me. How could you possibly know that I know?"

"I stopped by their house to thank them for helping you out with your day today. He told her that he told me, and she confessed."

Ann shook her head, confused about how something kept secret for so many years had been told to each of them separately, and on the same day. Then she thought about what he'd said, the inference that she'd withheld something else from him.

"You can punish me again for not telling you that, Neil. But I made a promise to her, and as much as I love you, I had no choice but to keep it."

"That's what makes you such a great friend, babe. And for the record, I was going to do the same thing for Jason. But I think he told her because he was relieved to finally tell someone else, and he didn't want the burden of having another secret to keep after just telling me the biggest one he had. Kind of defeats the purpose of getting it off his chest."

"Well that makes sense."

"And it means we don't have to keep one from each other, which was something Felicia was worried about."

"Yeah, I guess it will. So, you're not going to spank me again?"

"No babe. You were bad, but that's done. It's time to move on."

"Okay," she said with a sexy lilt in her voice, "I just hope you were hard enough on me so I won't do something bad again tomorrow!"