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The Unexpected Anniversary Gift (Part 4)
Ann was feeling the wine. She and Jack had gotten into wine in recent
years. They were still novices but she knew this wine made her feel
good. Swirling it in her glass and taking in the nose, she got a
mischievous idea, "Jack, why don't you make up for our first visit here?
I'm going to go to the Ladies room. I hope you're still here when I
return."
"Alright," Jack cautiously said, sensing something was up.
With that, Ann grabbed her clutch and headed off to the Ladies room. She
lightly bit her finger to stifle a giggle, as she slowly walked across
the room. She sincerely hoped she looked like a runway model walking the
way she was, she felt like the other patrons might be thinking she had a
little too much to drink. Nevertheless she made it to the restroom.
Once there she went to a stall and undid her garter straps. Swiftly
she took off her panties and gaff and squeezed them into her purse. She
hadn't done anything like this in years. As a part-time transvestite it
was part of the thrill, but as she matured...well it just wasn't that
important. But she wanted to have fun with Jack tonight. Stockings
reattached, she exited the stall and repaired her makeup at the mirror.
She blew a kiss to herself and turned on her heels and strode out of the
bathroom.
Jack was dutifully sitting in his seat watching her cross the room. He
felt her piercing gaze. Now he understood why women Ann's age where
called cougars. She strode across the room like a cat on the hunt, and
Jack knew he was the prey. Ann sat down and crossed her legs. She
inwardly relished the feel of her creamy bare skin touching her pookie
for the first time that night. It was a naughty thrill, one she hadn't
cultivated in a long time. As a part-time crossdresser she used to love
passing and knowing that no one suspected her pookie. Now, not even Jack
knew she was "commando." She giggled and bit her lip. She looked down
and then seductively up at Jack.
Jack took his cue. He'd paid the bill while Ann was in the powder room.
So he stood up and offered his hand to Ann. She stood up and swung her
hips around the table. Clutching his arm she rested her head on his
shoulder as they walked out of the restaurant together. Jack knew he was
the envy of many a man there that night. The valet brought the car
around and Jack helped Ann with her wrap, then opened the car door for
her. Once again she passed by him and this time ran her hand along his
cheek before sweeping up her skirt, sitting down and swinging her legs
in. Jack tipped the valet a twenty, he was feeling generous.
Sitting in the car, he turned to Ann and kissed her offered lips once
again. This time she held onto his tie and reeled him back for a long,
slow kiss. A knock on the window brought an embarrassed giggle from Ann.
The next car was waiting behind them. "Ooops," she said.
Jack shifted into gear and Ann held his hand. They drove in silence a
while, "Take Five" playing on the CD player. When Jack was on the
highway cruising, she shifted his hand to her lap. Placing in on her
crotch he felt her stirring. He glanced at her incredulously while
trying to watch the road. She smiled a wicked grin, reached to the seat
controls and reclined slightly. Spreading her legs in the darkness she
lifted her dress and gave his right hand full access. Jack gently
grabbed her stiffening organ. It was a beautiful late spring evening.
He suddenly decided to take the long way home. Jack took his hand off
her to make a turn, and Ann was momentarily disappointed, then she saw
the route he was taking and smiled. The road by the river needed all of
Jack's attention, but he was going to the Boathouse. Years ago when Ann
was in college and still living as a boy, he had taken girls to the
University Boathouse to make out too. It was dark, the view was lovely,
and the police usually left couples alone. Now, she was returning in
quiet different circumstances.
Without a word Jack and Ann got out and jumped in the backseat. Jack's
hand immediately went back up Ann's dress, stroking her as he kissed her
face, mouth and neck. He felt almost possessed. Ann lifted her dress
higher and he dove down on her rigid pookie. Before Ann, Jack had never
considered sucking on another man's penis. But Ann was a woman in his
eyes. He loved her, and wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave
him. Ann was moaning with ecstasy and Jack knew from experience his
wife's sexual buttons. She was almost ready, he could sense it. Her
pookie was so soft but the rigid strength below told him she was very
close, quickly he stuck his finger in his mouth and moistened it.
Running his hands up and down her silky nylon clad legs relishing the
change from nylon to bare skin. He felt Ann shiver with desire, it was
then he probed her.
"OH, My God!" Ann screamed her arms flying back to grab on to something
Her right hand grabbed the car handle along the roof line, her left just
pressed back into the seat. She shot her cream into Jack's waiting
mouth. Pulling on the handle, as she thrust herself into his mouth as she
came, screaming as each wave washed over her, until a loud plastic crack
brought them back into the universe. "Oh, my god, Jack," Ann said in
between panting breaths, "I broke the car handle!"
Jack swallowed his wife's cream and looked at her, sweating and
beautiful. He looked down at her hand she was holding it like a dead
bird. "I guess that's why they call 'em 'Oh shit!' handles," he joked.
"You better believe it!" she replied. Ann composed herself her breasts
still heaving.
The car's windows where fogged up terribly. Ann and Jack sheepishly got
out and back into the front. Ann had never been a teenage girl; this was
her first time parking in a car. She was giddy and her knees were still
weak from the incredible orgasm Jack had given her. Sitting in the car
they just giggled at their impish behavior. Jack started the car up and
they waited until they could see out the windows. "Will that satisfy
you, my Love?" Jack asked.
"At least until we get home," she replied only half jokingly. Jack
started to drive and Ann put her head on his shoulder. They drove the
rest of the way home with Ann hugging her man's shoulder.
As Jack pulled the car into the garage and said, "Thank you for a
wonderful evening, Darling."
Jack feigned being hurt. "I hope it isn't over yet?"
She pulled him close and kissed him. "Not by a long shot Mister." With
that she grabbed her clutch and opened the car door. One inside the
house, she put her wrap and clutch on the island in the kitchen, it was
passed 11 and the kids were supposed to be in bed, she steadied herself
on the island and took off her heels. In her stocking feet she playfully
got on tiptoe and kissed him. "Why don't you pour us a nightcap and I
will go get changed. I'll meet you in the living room."
Enthralled by her beauty and sensuality, Jack managed an, "I will do
that," before Ann twirled around as Alexis had done earlier that day, and
padded down the hall to the stairs. He watched her go, enjoying the
swing of her hips and how it made the hem of her dress dance. She
carried her shoes on two fingers of her left hand, in a gesture that was
uniquely feminine. Like a ghost she slipped away into the dark. Jack
went into the living room turned the gas fireplace on, and lit a couple
of candles. Back in the kitchen He plopped some ice in the glasses then
went over and covered the ice in his glass with whiskey.
Ann had tiptoed past Tommy's room; the TV was playing something softly.
She ignored it; it was Friday night after all. Next she peeked in on
Alexis. She walked in to see Alexis sleeping peacefully. She smiled to
see she had chosen to wear the sleep set she's got her. Ann softly
kissed her on the forehead and tiptoed out of the room.
In the master bedroom she tossed her shoes aside and quickly unzipped her
dress. She stepped out of it and draped it over her boudoir chair. She
sat on the bed and her practiced fingers quickly unclipped her stockings
despite her nails. She rolled them off her legs and stood up to unclasp
her corset. Naked she skipped into the bathroom and grabbed a tube of KY
Jelly. She squeezed a generous dollop onto her two fingers. Then she
bent over and inserted them inside her hole. Finished she went back to
her dresser. As was her custom she didn't replace her panties. Instead
she took out a crimson night gown she'd gotten at Victoria's Secret for
tonight. The gown went down to her mid calf with a long slit trimmed in
lace to her left hip. The plunging neck line dipped almost to her navel.
The sides were tied together at the breasts with a tiny strip of ribbon.
The thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders met a web in the back that
went down to the top of her ass. She reached inside and lifted her arms
to let the satin fabric float down her body. He then adjusted her tits
within the thin cups. Then she sat down and put on a pair of black
patent leather pumps. She stood up and went to her mirror and repaired
her makeup and fluffed up her hair one last time. "Perfect," she thought
and left the bedroom. As she closed the door, Alexis came out of her
room. "Oh, Mommy, you are beautiful!"
Ann whirled around, startled by the child being there so late. Her hand
shot down to disguise her swollen pookie brought on by her feminine
ritual. "Alexis, what are you doing out of bed?" she whispered.
"Bathroom Mommy."
"Ok, Honey," Ann said. Then modeling her nightgown for Alexis, she
asked, "Do you like it? I got it for me and Daddy."
"He will love it."
Ann bent down and kissed her little one. "Run along, baby girl.... Oh, and
Alexis?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Sit down dear. Always be a lady." Alexis smiled and continued into the
bathroom, while Ann proceeded down stairs to rejoin her husband.
Jack was watching the fire when he heard Ann's heels on the hardwood
floors leading to the living room. She was walking slowly. Savoring
each swing of her gown across her sex, every nerve was alive and gave her
a heightened sense. She felt each tiny movement of the gown across her
nipples and pookie. The touch of the lace on the hem as it brushed her
right ankle and the inside of her left thigh. She relished the sound of
her heels in the floor, knowing she sounded like a woman, entering the
room. She stood in the entrance way and reached up the wall to lean on
it, extending her opposite hip out and opening the slit for Jack to see
how high it went. She was unaware that this sexy pose, right out of the
Victoria Secret catalog, was enhanced by the light of the kitchen
silhouetting her body and giving Jack a full view of her pookie hanging
below. "Happy Anniversary, Mr. O'Donnell," she purred.
Over the years with Jack, she discovered that she could no longer
maintain her voice control when she was excited by him. Frequently, she
would lapse back into her male voice. Far from being put off by it, Jack
loved it and thought she sounded like Eartha Kitt. At least that's what
he told her. She'd grown so comfortable with him, she frequently used
her normal voice in the bed and he never noticed.
Jack was paralyzed, sitting with his drink gazing at her. "Happy
Anniversary, Mrs. O'Donnell," he said.
Ann began to sashay to him, her hands cupping her breasts, and caressing
her sides and hips as she walked. "Say it again," she said.
"Happy Anniversary, Mrs. John Patrick O'Donnell."
"MMMmmm," she groaned feeling herself then sliding the slit of her gown
so that she was exposed to him. She squatted down between his legs, and
then crawled sensuously up his body to kiss him. Her tongue slashed
though his mouth tasting the whiskey, slowly sucking on his lower lip as
she drew away. Jack had discarded his dinner jacket and tie somewhere,
so she went straight to work on his shirt buttons. She uncovered his
hairy chest and run her fingernails through the thick forest. His chest
hair fascinated her. It felt so good, and was so unlike what she had.
She kissed his nipples and made them hard. In due time she worked her
way to his belt, she unbuckled him quickly. She may live as a woman, and
look like a woman, but she still had the libido of her former life. Her
patience was at an end, she wanted this man's cock inside her one way or
another.
Once unbuckled she practically ripped open his pants, and gobbled down on
his cock, still covered by his boxers. Jack gasped. His wife had been
teasing him all evening. His blood was boiling within his veins. The
animal instinct to mate was growing out of control. Ann had his
underwear down and his member was now fully exposed. She was coating it
liberally with her saliva when the damn burst. Jack sprang forward,
catching Ann then spinning her roughly onto the couch. Ann loved it. At
no time was she more unlike her past then when Jack was throwing her
around like a rag doll and breeding her with his massive cock. "Fuck me,
Jack!" she cried.
Positioning her ass at the edge of the couch he spread her legs high and
wide. She enjoyed seeing her feet in pumps high in the air. No matter
how many years she'd lived as a woman, that thrill hadn't changed. She
reached up and grabbed her heels and held on as Jack scooted her ass to
his cock. Ann could feel the heat from his penis at her opening. She
loved this feeling. Jack plunged his prick into Ann, causing her to
scream. She bit her lip realizing she probably woke the household,
"Hell, I probably woke the dead with that scream." Jack had hold of her
thighs and was roughly jack-hammering her. If she had been insane enough
to want him to stop, she was powerless to prevent Jack from mating with
her at this point. He was a caveman barely in control of his lust,
regardless of her anatomical challenges; he was making her a female, his
female, his mate. She had opened up her body and was simply taking him.
She held her legs back allowing Jack the freedom to be a fucking machine.
She dug her nails into her own legs as she climaxed. Moments later Jack
roared as he released inside his wife's body bathing her insides with his
seed. Jack collapsed on top of her. They were both panting and sweating.
Jack's sweetness returned as he caught his breath. Brushing the sweaty
strands of hair off her face, he asked, "Are you ok?"
"Mmmm," she purred, "never better." Jack had softened and Ann's body
expelled him. He continued to lie on top of her; the satin gown began
sticking to the sheen of sweat on their bodies.
Jack felt his strength returning, and he slowly stood up. Pulled up his
pants and buckled. He held out his hand the Ann and she took it. He
pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply. "Oh Jack, I love you so."
"I love you, Baby" Jack replied as he took her hand and led her to the
stairs. Valiantly, he allowed Ann to walk the stairs first. In reality,
he just loved watching her ass swing like a pendulum as she ascended the
stairs in high heels. On the landing at the top, he swept her off her
feet and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. She loved this,
keeping her knees together she kicked slightly and the both enjoyed the
sexiness of the pose in the mirror at the end of the hall. Ann reached
down and opened the door knob and Jack carried her into the room.
Gently, he laid her on the bed. And she stretched and run her hands
behind her head to fluff out her hair as she watched Jack disrobe.
Naked, he returned and ran his hands over her tight tummy enjoying the
sensual feel of the satin gliding over her soft skin. He untied the
ribbon holding the cups of the gown together. She put her arm around his
shoulders and drew him to her chest he kissed her right nipple, then
sucked on it. The gown spilled down Ann's sides exposing her bare
pookie which Jack slowly and gently stroked. She kissed him lightly on
his offered lips, on his ears, on his neck. Ann felt the warmth of
Jack's body. She felt safe in his arms. "Today was a really good day,"
she thought, as they drifted off.
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