Two months after the Anniversary

"Claim the natural rewards your body provides." Dr. Carly's voice was collected; hushed, but resolved.

"We women come in all shapes and sizes, all manner of walks of life. No one would dispute the benefit of walking, jogging, or running to better your health. So it is with your body's pleasure centers. When we exercise them, we benefit holistically. This is science, not fantasy.

For those of you who are just starting to explore yourselves, or are reinvigorating your sexual self, you should walk before you run. For those of you who are healthy enough, experienced enough, you should discover your sexual athleticism."

Dr. Carly purred on, "Many of my ladies are true sexual athletes, capable of amazing pleasure for themselves and others. And like conventional athletes, your tallest hurdles are psychological ones."

**********

"Hey girly! It's been forever! Some fun news.  I'm going to be coming to Philly once a month! Can we get together?!? TTYL!"

Annie shifted uncomfortably in her chair after reading the Facebook message. It been at least six or seven years since she'd last seen Ashley Amber.

Ash went back to San Diego after graduation, moved to San Francisco a few years later, then re-located to Chicago for work. Things hadn't worked out with her on-again off-again hometown boyfriend, but she married a guy named Marc about five years ago and had a baby a couple years later.

They were good Facebook friends; liked each other's pictures and posts, sent messages for major milestones and at least a few times a year, would catch up a little by private messages.

At the same time, they weren't really close either. Annie had a phone number that was probably still good, but also a 'hotmail' address that probably wasn't.

They had met for dinner once, before either of their kids were born when Ashley had come out East for a conference. They had a great time too, as if no time had passed. They laughed and caught up, but promises not to let so much time go by again weren't kept.

It shouldn't be weird at all. Annie should've been excited. She was! But also nervous. And also a little guilty.

She'd taken a little too much delight in her virtual shopping trip a few months ago, and in a pervy moment, PM'd Triple A that she was "thinking of her." Sweet Jesus, what was she thinking?

Sitting in her office, Annie was bright pink with embarrassment. Her brain knew there was no way Ashley knew the context of those thoughts, but it didn't stop her from feeling a bit woozy with anxiety. You'd think she just opened a NSFW attachment, rather than an innocent message the way she was sweating when she read the PM again.

Annie typed her response, "Hey 'AAA,' that's awesome! My number is (215) 463-1252. Send me a text when you're coming to Town. Can't wait!"

Should she send it? Of course she should. But maybe she should wait a day or so. She wouldn't want to seem overeager, would she?

Annie left the draft and went back to work, picked up the kids, and found Sam getting dinner ready at home. After baths and bedtime stories, the wife and husband reconvened in their pajamas over a couple of glasses of wine.

"So," sighed Sam, happy but tired, "How was your day?"

"Good," Annie nodded. "You know, the usual."

"Mmmm, same here, though Steve Davis is driving me crazy with the delays on this project." Sam started rubbing Annie's feet as he relayed his tale of another contractor run amok.

Annie must've seemed a little tense, because he switched to her shoulders and moved behind his wife to start rubbing her back.

"Are you sure you're ok? Your back is in knots babe," Sam prodded.

"I'm fine, just a long day sweetheart."

"Ok...." Sam smooched Annie's neck sweetly. Despite all her recent surprises he knew her better than anyone else. When she was ready to talk, she would. "Why don't you go out and enjoy a girls' night this week honey? I'll set up a play date for the kids and you can decompress a little."

"Maybe," Annie replied. "Let me see who's around."

With that Annie reached behind her to run her fingers through her husband's hair and craned to kiss him. Her tongue slid along his lips until he opened his mouth further and they kissed as deeply as the tough angle allowed.

Sam moved his hands to her hips and then locked his arms around her stomach. The pair kissed just so for a long time. When Sam moved his hands to her thighs, they simultaneously made the calculation of whether they were more interested in sex or sleep. Annie was a bit too tired for the kind of fucking they'd been engaged in recently, but she was also wet and her precious pearl was stubbornly demanding attention.

Tired as he was too, it wasn't much of a debate for Sam. When Annie stood up, turned off television and took his hand, he followed her up the stairs. Without another word, Annie turned down the bed pulled her pajama pants off and lay down. As Sam pulled his shorts down, she spread her legs wide and put a single finger to her lips to remind him to keep quiet.

Her husband stopped with his hard cock an inch from her entrance and looked into Annie's eyes. He was waiting. "Good," thought Annie. "That's good."

Sam felt Annie's hands on his backside pull him into her, and her wet, velvet folds part to take him inside her. Without the foreplay the couple had been enjoying, Annie was tighter tonight. He knew not to push too far too fast.

"Ahhhhnnn," whispered Annie. She closed her eyes and Sam rocked back and forth inside her, one inch in, one inch out, staying shallow as her body got used to him.

It was beautiful to please each other in a softer way, if not quite as viscerally as satisfying. Annie's eyes, her mouth and her hands all subtly orchestrated their lovemaking this time out. Sam understood the need for a more gentle lope and employed long, slow strokes as Annie got wetter and bloomed.

"Dr. Carly is a genius," Thought Annie as she rolled with Sam on their sides. "A goddess..."

Sam pushed and pulled a little harder, but not much. Annie clenched him tightly and rubbed and squeezed his cockhead while still inside her pussy using muscles and movements that made him swell with sensation.

"She's unreal, unstoppable," he marveled. He could feel her emerging, needy clit grind up against his public bone as she thrust up and then back, around and down. He loved the greed with which her pussy pursued cum now - her cum, his cum. It was glorious in its selfishness and for the first time in many years he worried if he could last long enough.

"Ohhhhgodddd, An..." Sam exhaled. He was running on fumes, but the delights of every nerve ending on his cock kept him with her, holding on, pushing back, pushing in as much as she'd let him.

Her staccato'd breathing told him she was getting close too, but he was closer. Then it happened.

The first shot of cum surprised them both as Sam was overwhelmed. They were barely moving the rest of their bodies, but Annie was squeezing him so tightly his cock couldn't fire a second spurt until she released for a moment, only starting to realize what was happening.

She couldn't remember the last time she made him come first. Had it ever happened? Annie gasped in an odd mixture of pride, delight, and frustration. Sam's legs were shaking from the climax and he lost all control of himself as his balls emptied a uncontrolled payload into Annie. His wife, the succubus, he playfully thought.

Sam scrambled to collect himself, planted one foot in the mattress and proceeded to rapidly pump himself against and in and out of Annie as the extreme pleasure and grip of her pussy kept his spent dick hard for a few minutes longer.

The vibration worked to make her clit buzz with a decent orgasm. It was delicious and her body recognized the river of oxytocin immediately, though Annie's pussy wouldn't give up on squeezing Sam's fucked-out cock. She kept trying to work up and down his shaft even as Sam pulled out.

It had been so long since this had happened, since she needed more than she'd gotten that they were both paralyzed by indecision. Should he use his fingers? He was good at that when they would make out without having sex in college.

Should she do it herself? Sam didn't mind, but it wasn't typical for them. Should she make him go down on her? He just came. Oh Jesus, that was a wicked bubble thought.

Her own fatigue set in as they panted, staring at each other, and her pride swelled a bit more. "Gotcha babe," she beamed.

"Yeah you did," said Sam, still astonished and ever sleepier. He closed his eyes and held Annie close. As she snuggled on his bare chest, Sam dozed off.

Annie pulled up a sheet to cover Sam's naked lower half, pausing to run a hand over his cock; her cock really, and kissed his chest. She yawned as she washed up, but felt a nagging itch deep inside her. It was annoying for sure, but it had to be addressed if she was going to get any sleep. Thus she resolved to take care of it quickly rather than face a restless night.

With her toys all locked up in the bedroom and Sam out cold, Annie pushed her own buttons the old fashioned way. She still couldn't get over how big her clit could remain now, but it was all just a matter of blood flow, right? Right?!?

"Uhhhmmmnn," she groaned, pushing inside herself a little. She was so open and wet, her pussy was so selfish that she wasn't sure what to do. What did it want? What did she want?

"Oh Annie," she sighed with devilish resignation. She picked up her phone.

"Hey 'AAA,' that's awesome! My number is (215) 400-2272. Text me! Can't wait! …”

She hit send and set off a deep orgasm.

Maybe it was messed up, but she couldn't bring herself to care in the moment.

Sam and Annie were sound asleep, wrapped in each other, when a blue light flashed on a phone in the kitchen.

"You're up late! I'm in next Tuesday and staying at the Hyatt. Yay! : * xoxo - AAA "

*******

"Jeez babe, you look like a million bucks," Sam commented as he gave Annie's butt a squeeze on his way to the shower.

Annie was sporting a fresh manicure, a pedicure, some great highlights and a new top. She was happy Sam noticed as she put on her make up. Her blossoming feeling of her own beauty had a nice feedback loop to it. The better she felt, the more she tended to put herself in situation to feel good, sexually and otherwise.

"What time are you headed out hun?" Sam inquired (again).

"We're meeting at Talula's at 6:00. We might go out for a drink or coffee afterwards. Is that alright?" Annie applied some eyeliner before the mirror fogged up.

"Sure, whatever you want. I mean, you might miss out. I'm told we're watching 'Frozen' tonight, mayb you've heard of it, but stay out love, have fun."

"Thank you love, I appreciate it. As much as I'll miss 'Frozen,' for the 50th time, I may take you up on that."

"How long has it been? 10 years? Ashley's such a sweetheart. I'm sure you'll have fun." Sam turned the water off and thanked Annie for a towel.

As he stepped out, Annie glanced at him sideways. He'd been working out again. It wasn't quite his college body; no six-pack abs yet. But he was more built, a bit thicker in more than one appealing ways. His 'Dad-strong' look worked on his tall frame, and she was pleased and annoyed that he fit so well into that category of men who got sexier with age without much effort.

Annie shut the door and grabbed Sam's towel as he was combing his hair. She pulled it off without a word and squatted down to take his soft, unsuspecting cock in her mouth.

Sam griped the sink to keep from falling over as his half-naked wife sucked his cock to attention. Sam was a classic "grower," so the effect of the tawdry surprise was all that much more dramatic. As his burgeoning dick entered her throat, she moaned in self-satisfaction.

Sam tried to grab her hair, but she pushed his hand away. She just curled it for goodness' sake! But she continued to swallow and work his cock with her tongue, before adjusting to glide it deeper into her throat.

"Ullhh..." Annie took his now fully hard cock as far as she could. Sam wasn't unusually girthy, but he was long, straight, and hard, which had always made deep-throating him difficult. She was determined, but there wasn't time for it now so she drew him out of her mouth, sucked hard on the head and tasted his pre-cum. While she didn't have extensive basis for comparison, she felt lucky he had salty-sweet taste.

Sam inhaled deeply as Annie sucked. She was good at giving head, but normally a little gentle. The hard suck was exquisitely erotic and the only downside was that he wasn't sure where this was going with the kids downstairs and both of them getting ready for work.

Annie stood up, stepped on a little stool and bent herself halfway over the sink. "You have to be fast," she whispered.

"Oh fuck An'," Sam murmured, half to himself as he pressed his now fat and hungry dick against her soft peach.  Both grunted in approval as Sam thrust inside Annie's wet, but tight pussy. It wasn't easy to start this way, and the angle wasn't perfect. But Annie's pussy was greedy and Sam's cock was rampant. She puffed a bit as he pushed and pumped, a tide of pleasure overriding the tightness.

She was going to cum fast. So was Sam... until the crying started downstairs. Like a parenting Bat-signal piercing a fog of lust, that was that.

"No, no, no," Sam uttered.

"Oh for crying out loud," Annie joined.

They quickly disengaged and scrambled to tend to their little flock. After finishing getting ready and waiving goodbye as the school bus rolled out, they held hands on the way back inside.

Annie was a little frustrated, but pretty pleased with herself overall. She was feeling herself; acting instead of overthinking, pressing instead of being cautious. She went to kiss Sam goodbye with a smile on his face, when she noticed the intensity in his eyes as he approached her.

An "Oh..." was all that could escape her lips before he kissed her.

His other hand squeezed her thigh for just a moment before he pulled her thong aside. Annie's clit would have mewed in approval if it could as two fingers were dragged across its eager pearl.

Annie reflexively grabbed for his cock, which was swollen itself to the point of frustration. His slacks had a wet spot from pre-cum soaking through. She shivered in a mixture of erotic excitement and apprehension.

There was a bullishness in his eyes. His bigness, his 'male-ness' for lack of a better word, which was so often covered up by his kind demeanor made her wetter. But she was taken aback too.

Sam breathed into her ear before caressing it with his lips and kissing and sucking on her neck. His two fingers then worked their way inside her pussy, which quivered when he immediately worked her patch of sex nerves with alternating strokes.

On the tips her pedicured toes, suppressing a squeal as her g-spot surrendered a fast, furious orgasm, Annie was overcome. Sam could've fucked her in the foyer of their condo fully clothed. He could've made her cry out, made her do anything in that moment. He was in the driver's seat and there wasn't any "re-directing him."

Sam kissed her again and she pulled on his lip as she moaned. And then he stopped.

"I'll see you later," he smirked, and walked out the door.

Annie, flushed as she was, half laughed and half guffawed. Adjusting her underwear, smoothing her blouse, she watched Sam taste her wetness on his hand before nonchalantly getting in his car and driving away without another word.

"WTF was that? That wasn't according to plan," she whispered to herself. Annie slid her hand down between her legs and massaged herself for a moment before heading out the door.

How exactly she found herself in this situation made her head swim. She was hooked on a Dr. Carly's kinky webinars, got herself off daily, sexually dominated her sweet husband (at least she did until he just turned into some kind sex-hulk), and in the back of her mind she was thinking about flirting with her college roommate. She was so wet, she should change her underwear.

"No," she thought. "I shouldn't change a thing."

 ******

"It's been amazing, and hard... really hard sometimes," the woman shared. Her big brown eyes shined with a fine layer of near-tears. Not sad, but emotional.

"Right? I know. It was the same for us." The other woman offered. Her blue eyes, assuring and kind.

"I'm sorry- listen to me go on. Can we get another drink? Is it too late? Do you need to get back?"

"Nope. It's good. I'm off tomorrow morning and I've definitely racked up enough points for a night out. Don't worry about it Ash."

Another round of Prosseco fueled the reunion of the old friends. Harrowing stories of marriage, parenthood, and careers were all exchanged. Any casual observer could tell that these were old friends who shared an intimate connection.

For Annie, it was a happy reunion colored by reckoning with seeing Ashley as a bit world-worn like everyone else. She was still "Triple A," bubbly, bright, and energetic. But she was also more tense and relayed her own disappointments and struggles; different from the unbridled enthusiasm and carefree college student she'd known. It was an adjustment to listen to Amazing Ashley Amber complain about work, or commiserate about the division of household chores. But rather than dampening their connection, it was disarming, even a relief to see Triple A juggling all of the same things she was or at least had.

For Ashley, she was embarrassingly grateful to spend time with Annie. It had been years, but she trusted her so much, liked her so much. She never felt at home in Chicago. She had friends, but not like Annie or old friends back home. And Marc was always so busy, or tired, or both.

Ashley knew she could confide in Annie, and perhaps just as significantly, there weren't many shared connections between then at this point. Annie might gab to Sam, but she probably wouldn't. Even if she did, so what?

She reached across the table and took Annie's hand as the check came. The friends looked at each other with that loving frown women exchange in solidarity with each other. Then Annie, pretty buzzed at this point stuck her tongue out and made them both laugh out loud.

"I don't think the garçon over here finds us quite as charming," Ashley jabbed.

"Mmmm", mustered Annie as she finished her drink. "We'll take good care of him."

"With an ass like that I wish he'd take care of me," Ashley snorted.

In their current state, they both found each other and themselves dangerously hilarious and suppressed their growing rambunctiousness as best they could.

"Seriously though, I have got to get laid... or get my fat butt into shape." Ashley blurted as they shuffled towards her hotel.

"Stop. Stop. You look amazing. You don't even have a butt! Marc just sounds super stressed...and maybe he can't find your butt, it's so not-fat," Annie chortled.

"He can back off my butt, but I'll get a GPS for him and clip it to my hoo-ha, he seems to have entirely forgotten it." Annie nd Ash doubled over at that one. Wheezing from laughter as they entered the lobby, Annie couldn't help but seize the chance.

"Listen, you're beautiful. Marc knows that or he's crazy. I have something you should check out that might help. I'll text you about tomorrow.

"Maybe you should tell me know," Triple A laughed. But behind her smile was an earnestness that excited and frightened Annie. "You shouldn't drive anyway."

"You're right, but I'm getting an Uber. Besides, we'll have more time to talk about it when you come back next month."

After the old roomies hugged and parted Annie couldn't help but beam. It was midnight, late by her standards, but she felt awake and energized. It was a short ride home, but she checked in on Sam anyway.

"Hey hun - headed home! I hope the kiddos were good! " she texted.

After waiting for a minute without a response, she followed up, "You awake? Had a great time with Triple A- she's still hilarious "

Nothing. A few minutes later, and the phone finally buzzed.

"Hey girly! That was the best time I've had in months! So good to see you!- AAA"

And then another: "Don't leave a girl hangin' btw! Can't sleep til my BAC isn't 25% "

Annie squeezed her legs together and shut her eyes for a moment. Was she going to do this? Maybe.

"So happy to see you again! Can't wait until next month! Sam would love to see you too."

"Until then....I know it will seem silly, but take a look: She might be crazy, but it's been amazing for us."

Annie's clit throbbed when she hit send. AAA should be introduced. She deserved it. Annie deserved it.

As soon as the high came, it nearly came crashing down. Annie could feel doubt welling up quickly as the Uber car pulled into the driveway. Would Ashley be offended, think she was a weirdo? Later on, Annie couldn't decide if she was somehow grateful that she snapped out of it when noticed the driver ogling her. Gross.

She darted into her condo building, but intoxicated and harried as she was, remembered to take off her shoes. As she crept through the front door the hushed flickering blue light of the television was her first clue as to why Sam hadn't answered. Her next was his phone charging.

Finally, his lanky body impossibly contorted on the couch to hold their kids as the credits of "Frozen" rolled on brought an adorable conclusion to the case. Annie grinned when she heard their chorus of snores. Such a man, her wonderful man.

After washing up, popping some peremptory Advil, and turning down the bed, she expertly transferred the kids to bed. She went back to Sam, now splayed out on his own, but still asleep.

He'd excited and frightened her this morning. Her night out also delighted and frightened her. She was a happy tired, but a bundle of nerves at the same time, wet, punchy nerves...

Annie loved this man. And so while she was still a bit scared of her own sexual revolution, she was also secure with Sam. She knelt before the couch, put one hand on his stomach and the other on his package. Sam stirred, but did not wake.

She reached into his loose basketball shorts through one leg and caressed his soft cock. His body responded, but he didn't wake yet. Good. It was so risky, but she wanted him to wake at the right time.

Carefully, gently, as if she was a siren in a dream, Annie fished out her husband's growing, but still relaxed member. And then she did it.

She took him all the way in her mouth. A shiver went up her spine and danced like pin pricks on her head. He was so vulnerable like this.  Until this morning she'd never sucked him until he was already mostly hard. She intended to finish what she started.

Sam's cock responded before the rest of him caught up moments later. "My cock," Annie thought to herself. Her favorite way of pleasing her pussy. He'd been a good husband today, but a bad lover, leaving her wet like that, so out of control. Dr. Carly would scold him for it, Annie too.

She decided she liked the taste of his pre-cum, and the sensation of him really growing in her mouth. It wouldn't fit in short time, and as much as she wanted to watch him grow, she was hungrier for something else.

Annie looked up as she sucked, repositioning herself to watch Sam's opening eyes and curling lips. And there it was- his eyes were dreamily opening, his tongue licking his lips before the shock and sudden tightening of his body.

Sam's eyes met hers and she moaned on his cock, sending scintillating vibrations through the shaft.

For his part, it still seemed half real. A few months ago he would've begged his mind to stay asleep to enjoy the dream. But now? Now he knew, dazed as he was that his incredible wife really was sucking him off after her girls night out. He started to speak when she swirled her tongue around the head and rose off of him with a sticky trail of glistening pre-cum on her lips.

"Shhhh..." Annie murmured as stood up. Oh god, she was naked. "I'm wet. Lick me." And with that she straddled Sam's face, bent over and resumed sucking on him.

Sam was speechless. The sweet scent of her soaked pussy overcame him and he began to kiss, suck, and stroke her peachy womanhood immediately. It had been a long time since they had '69'd' and he'd forgotten the titillating angles it afforded for going down, or in this case, 'up' on her.

Annie was already so wet that Sam's eagerness was a net positive. Sometimes he rushed oral sex out of his own enthusiasm. He was always good, but aggressive. He'd been taking his time s bit more since she'd been learning Dr. Carly's techniques, but he was still her bullish Sam. Right now, it was perfect.  His tongue was making broad strokes around and on her clit as his hands on her lower back slowly pulled her down onto him.

Annie meanwhile sucked and licked while she shimmied on him with pleasure. His cock was always stubborn when it came to sucking him off, and he... 'it' started bucking in her mouth, pushing into her throat. It was a kind of rude, and rowdy cock when it came to oral sex and she wanted to taste him tonight, to swallow his essence, so she redoubled her efforts and stroked and sucked harder.

Sam loved the taste of Annie too. And from this vantage he could not only lap up her juices, but could dive inside her with his tongue. So good, like a perfectly ripe nectarine, she was sweetest on the outside, but most exotic and delectable near her core. Sam worked his tongue further inside, his steaming breath, and uncontrolled groans of pleasure from his erotically agitated dick being pumped and suctioned.

Annie was starting to feel an unusual and visceral orgasm coming when Sam moved one hand to her butt cheeks and firmly pushed the tip of his thumb in her ass. The pressure and the nerve stimulation was intense as his tongue swirled inside her opening pussy.

"You cheeky bastard," escaped her mouth. If he wanted to play it that way, she'd play it that way. Annie reached between him and just as firmly pushed a finger inside him and swiveled until she could feel a bump.

Sam gasped to her delight and frustration.  She was close to a big one. She inhaled deeply and fretted his prostate like a clit.

The first blast of cum was so strong It was hard to swallow especially because it happened so fast. But it was also so warm, almost hot. The second and third were more manageable, but thick and intense in a different way. Annie swallowed and felt a wave of pride.

She released Sam's cock, which was now leaking out sticky, milky cum that collected in his belly button. Sam had buried himself inside her in part in his enjoyment of hedonism of their convulsing bodies, and in part to keep himself from screaming out in pleasure.

Annie sat up a little, holding the couch for support, but pushed back on Sam's mouth. She ground gently against him as he resumed worshipping her sex.

"Oh honey, right there..." she whispered as he locked on her clit and rand his tongue back and forth, back and forth.

A flash of blue light on the coffee table caught her attention just as Sam started to suck on her engorged pearl. Oh so wicked and delightful bubbles...

Annie picked up her phone.

"OMG girly! This is... intense. And AWESOME! -AAA"

With one hand maintaining her balance, she kept right on riding Sam. "Don't stop babe," she panted.

"I know, right? You'll both really learn to love it. " Annie replied.

"Girly, I've already cum harder than I have in years! He'd better love it! "

Annie needy pussy was on fire now. She rocked back hard into Sam's mouth three times and then felt a rush of ecstasy crash over her body in a series of waves. The room was humming along with her.