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Ann was still staring out the window, watching her mother-in-law in the blow-up pool on the patio behind the house. She was at Darren and Betsy's home, spending some time with them while on her two-week vacation to get her hair done.
Her transformation was complete, the long process to heal and revitalize her hair a prelude to the next steps; a drastic change in color and total revamp of the style. While she didn't have a lot of feedback to go on, the initial reactions she'd gotten were extremely positive. The boost of confidence that gave her was significant, to the point she felt incredible about her new look. That wasn't necessarily a given earlier in the day.
Tina had convinced her to go with a dramatic new image; a style worn by a young actress that Neil loved. One that apparently she looked somewhat similar too, although she'd never recognized a resemblance before. She'd also switched from the natural brown she'd worn forever, to a honey blonde, with much lighter highlights throughout. When Tina finished, Ann finally opened her eyes, having kept them closed for hours while the transformation took place. Her reaction was what Tina hoped. Ann gasped, and then smiled brightly. She loved it... and she knew at once it looked good on her. But she wasn't sure how it would go over with anyone else. After all, it was indeed a radical change.
She passed the first hurdle when her son Owen knew it was her. That had been a big initial fear; that he might not recognize her. While she was sure most of it was him instinctively knowing his mother, she felt relieved that he jumped into her arms with no hesitation. Then there was the reaction she received from her In-laws; specifically, Darren. The stare he gave was eerily familiar; apparently a family trait of some sort. It was one she hoped Neil would give her once he got to see it.
She knew she'd had a physical effect on Darren. He literally dragged Betsy inside the house, announcing on the way exactly where and how he was going to take her. Betsy didn't seem to mind that he was turned on by his daughter-in-law. She saw it for what it was, and she got to reap the benefits.
She was still reaping them. Betsy wasn't alone in the pool on their patio. Darren was with her. Ann watched him too, now on the receiving end of a glorious blowjob. She'd already hung up the phone, having said goodbye to Neil. She didn't tell him what she saw, or more accurately, what she was really still witnessing. It wasn't like she was trying to keep it from him, like some dark, forbidden secret. He knew his parents were very active sexually. She decided to keep it to herself for the moment because he had his hands full with Heather. He'd be leaving for work in the next few hours, and he suddenly had a submissive woman on his hands that needed his full attention.
Ann moved away from the window, needing to give her attention to a much more important task. Owen was on the floor, rolling around in his pajamas. He was tired, but she knew he'd fight sleep. He'd been keyed up since they'd arrived in Indiana, the result of the constant attention that was being paid to him by nearly everyone they'd come into contact with.
She took him in her arms and sat down, cradling him as she rocked back and forth. She'd turned on the television quietly in the family room, offering some white noise to help him relax. He watched the screen, the flickering images drawing his attention. He was fighting exhaustion, but his mother's loving embrace and peaceful humming calmed him.
Ann was happy she'd had the foresight to make plans to stay at the Thomas house after the cookout, thinking it would be nice for them to have at least one night during her stay where he spent the night. Her parents were okay with it, since she'd been staying there throughout their vacation. And for Ann, it was a welcome break from her mother. While things had been going extremely well between them, it was still a nice change of pace.
Owen fell asleep much quicker than she expected, and soon he was safely tucked away in the portable crib she'd set up in the spare bedroom. Returning to the living room, she sat down to relax, still dressed in just her bathing suit. Her eyes returned to the screen, but much like with her son, the TV became just noise in the background. Her thoughts returned to her husband, and what he might be doing at that moment.
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Neil pressed the button on the cordless phone, ending the call he'd made to his wife before setting it on top of the water softener. He was under the house in the crawlspace, the small door left slightly open to let some fresh air inside. And some much-needed light. He'd not bothered to turn on the lights, wanting the room darker to match his sudden mood.
Heather was panting, the sweat dripping off her body as she waited impatiently.
"Why isn't he doing anything to me?" she wondered, unable to see because of the blindfold he'd put on her.
She already knew that answer. The whole reason she was there was because she admitted she needed to be taught patience. Whether she really did or not didn't matter. It was just an excuse to delve into a world she'd become curious about. But it was a sudden change of direction from where she thought her evening was heading when she'd walked in the house, and that had her reeling from the nerves. She knew Neil would be finishing up the painting that night, but all day long at work she'd been thinking about his cock, and how it would feel when he pounded her with it.
That is, if she could convince him. Part of the game they were playing was trying to persuade him into spending some of the money saved in the joint sex account he shared with Ann. It was all make-believe, mind you, but it worked in the context of the rules... like
Monopoly
money. They just weren't using anything as actual currency, the transactions being kept in a ledger, like a wire transfer of sorts.
Still, there was never a guarantee that he would spend anything. It was possible he might try to earn some cash by fingering her or eating her to orgasm. She only knew that as the one banker on duty that day, it meant any transaction he might decide on would involve her. She wouldn't have minded an orgasm from one of those other ways he might give them to her. From a selfish perspective, it was a better alternative to giving him a handjob or blowjob because it would mean she would at least get off. But she felt certain that he'd use one of the newly featured traveler's checks, and they could have a wild fuck before he took his needed nap prior to going to work on third shift.
Things changed when she arrived home. Even though she stripped off her clothes in the garage and walking in naked... part of the 'no wearing anything in the house' rule she'd come to love, he didn't bite when she asked him if he wanted to stop what he was doing in order to have some fun.
She understood the reasons why. He'd been busting his ass for over a week to get the painting done while Ann and Owen were away. And he was almost done with it, the finish line right there on the wall; a twenty-foot strip remaining that needed the fresh coat applied. He wanted that chore over with, as he'd made clear. But she pressed, and then playfully begged. Then she threatened, telling him she just might close her branch early; the game equivalent of cutting him off sexually for the night.
He asked for her patience, and she responded by thumbing her nose to the idea. His reaction was swift and decisive. She had playfully teased him with the idea of bondage, insisting she wanted no part of it while she stayed in the guest room. He took that more literal than she intended, using the loophole that she didn't rule out the rest of the house, or... under it.
So there she was, in Annabelle's dungeon. She knew all too well the tale of how Ann had spent over a week underneath the house. It was legendary amongst Ann and Neil's closest friends. Hell, she'd played a
part
in it, coming over on a Wednesday to take Ann's place in the bedroom while she was held captive directly below it.
Now Heather was in that same spot. She couldn't help but wonder if Neil might have someone replace
her
as she learned the same lessons he'd taught his beautiful wife that week. Then again, he was going to work on third shift. "Just how might
that
work", she wondered.
She needn't worry about that for the time being. She was too busy getting used to the idea that she was there at all. He'd wheeled her around the side of the house in a wheelbarrow, still naked and tied as she'd been in the house. He never even bothered to cover her with anything, which was a bit unnerving as it was still daylight out. But he didn't care about her feelings toward how he decided to transport her from one place to another. More importantly, she could do nothing about it.
Well, she could. She had the safe word he'd established long ago for his wife. And she knew how to grunt to have him pause if her mouth happened to be full, like it was with the ball gag. But as freaked out as she was that she might be seen, she was even more turned on.
That is until he used the clever hoist he'd built to lift her off the wheelbarrow and into the crawlspace. He never lowered her, and she was left dangling from the ceiling. The intricate pulley system he'd devised held her weight easily. She was attached to a harness by the rope binding her wrists and ankles together behind her back. Her hair was still tied to her wrists in the nasty ponytail he'd devised, pulling her head back and forcing her chest to jut out. She looked like a piñata swaying back and forth, and she knew she'd soon feel like one too. When he lifted the blindfold so he could see her reaction, she saw it. He was holding a short crop with a leather patch on the end
"That call to Ann was your chance to get out of this," he said as he stuffed the ball gag past her lips again once the phone call was done. He'd asked Ann if it were okay to find a way to incorporate what they were doing into the banking game they were playing. But in truth it was at Heather's request. She'd been so captivated, literally, by how he'd quickly tied her up that she wanted more. When he forced her to cum while he put the furniture back in place, she knew she needed more. And in the end, she asked Ann if she could be allowed to have more.
"You called her your Mistress. I find that interesting."
