Taking Annie Chapter 6 So little time had passed, yet the changes in Annie had become unmistakable, even to a casual acquaintance. Her physical appearance was the first, and perhaps the easiest to modify. Now she held her breasts high, displaying them proudly as she enjoyed the stares of so many men. Her body took on a cat-like gait, prowling, slinking, and gliding, the muscles of her tight body working together to blatantly advertise her unquenchable sexual appetite. Women like Annie, who turn so easily, are always deep wells of sexual desire and neglect. So many sweet, "innocent", housewives, compromises of the women they might have become, not daring to face the shocking fantasies that make their thighs twitch and their cunts drip in the middle of the night, tolerate a life with husbands who's souls are as impotent as their neglected bodies. Then suddenly, with the proper guidance, the dam breaks, the body awakens, and they turn. Lust overwhelms all inhibitions. The hunger that has been imprisoned all those years is set free, clouding all sense of respectability, fidelity, and discretion. I live for it. To see a wife flaunting her lust before her incredulous husband, watching in horror as she gives herself repeatedly to strong, powerful men so superior to him in every way - to hear her confess to him, then actually boast that her lover has, in only an hour, given her more pleasure than her husband has in years of marriage. They come to love me for it, and show their gratitude relentlessly. A woman's need for ceremony is strong and pervasive. The commitment to her husband began with a wedding, a ritual of promises and rings, a public pledge of her fidelity to this one man, who, in her mind, will fulfill all her most treasured dreams and fantasies. At the same time, she is a sacrifice, giving her future and her body to an uncertain new life with this man who will hopefully keep her fantasies alive. Is it any surprise so few men can compete with a woman's secret dark demon lover, a sweet-tongued devil with a delicious, fat cock to match? To nourish Annie's fantasies, a ceremony of a different kind was in order, but perhaps not too different than the one you remember with her at your side. It was our own wedding of sorts, although a perverted one from your perspective, I'm sure. You would watch as your wife pledged her body to me before your friends and family in your own home. It was a huge step for you - a "coming out" to all as a true cuckold. To Annie, it was her ultimate fantasy come true - to be completely owned, possessed, by a real man, the man of her dreams. The invitations must have taken everyone by surprise. Annie Marie Giovanni wishes to announce the joining of her body and soul to Parker Dominic Lewis The ceremony will be held Saturday, May 12, at 1:00 PM 2224 Sandy Circle, Las Vegas, Nevada Reception will follow at The Gold Club, 14 Wright Street Please attend and help Annie celebrate life with her new man Annie sent invitations to everyone - her family and yours, and of course Eric and Tiny. She made you read one out loud as she put the stamps on the envelopes. "Since we all know you couldn't possibly be the best man, I'd like you to give me away," she told you. "I-I'm not sure what all this means," you answered as you stared at the gold lettering stamped into the surface of the card. "You're not going to cry again, are you?" she sighed. "Don't worry, it isn't legal - I'll still be your wife. It just means that from now on, you're my husband, but Parker's my man. You bring home the paycheck, but Parker sleeps in my bed. You mow the lawn, clean the house, and do the laundry, and Parker and I, well, we have sex. Lots of sex. You know you can't satisfy me, not with this..." She pressed her fingers into the front of your pants, playfully toying with your flaccid penis. "My god," she continued, "if you only knew how good he is, how wonderful his big, thick cock feels when he fucks me - I'm getting wet just thinking about him." She was naked as usual - and gorgeous - her large, solid breasts jutting forward above a satiny smooth belly, firm, silky thighs stretched in front of her, flexing the long slim muscles honed to perfection by hours in the gym. As her nipples hardened before your eyes, she felt your erection begin to grow. "I thought you understood," she scolded. "You promised not to get hard again, remember?" "B-but, you're doing it on purpose - you're playing with me - and, and you look - so, so, beautiful..." you stammered. "That's no excuse," she warned. "You have to concentrate. You have to learn. I don't belong to you. You know that. From now on, you can't think of sex when you look at me. You'll never fuck me again. You'll have to accept that." "I-I don't know if I can," you said quietly. As much as you tried to concentrate, her fingers still danced along the length of your cock, and she smiled at you with more lust than you had even seen in a woman's eyes. "Well then, I'm sure Parker can help. I'll have him break a few of your fingers, maybe one each time I catch you with your little thing in the air. If that doesn't work, there are other options. You know how strong he is." Remembering the pain you suffered in the past seemed to deflate your skinny prick, and Annie smiled proudly, knowing it was a step toward accepting your new relationship with her. "That's a good boy," she told you as she felt your little worm go back into hiding. "Now run along and get dinner ready. Parker will be here soon, and he'll be very, very hungry. If he likes the meal tonight, I just might not tell him how careless you've been. Oh, and as punishment for your little lapse of control, as you serve us dinner tonight, ask Parker if you can watch him fuck me later. Now run along." You prepared that night's meal in a panic, afraid Annie would tell me what you had done. Of course she told me later, but at the time I was delighted when you placed the huge steak on my plate, done just the way I like it. I barely noticed Annie's wicked smile all through dinner, often directed at you as you rushed back and forth to keep our wine glasses full. Imagine my surprise when, after filling my glass for the third time, you hesitated before turning away, you head lowered in fear and shame. "Um, Parker - can I watch you, um, fuck Annie tonight?" When I saw her wide grin, I knew something was up. "Why should I let you watch?" I replied. "And why would you want to?" You were trembling, knowing that your answer could be dangerous. "I - ah - um - ," you stammered as you glanced at Annie. Her eyes told you there would be drastic consequences if you continued to disappoint her. "B-because, I, um, want to see how a real man, um, makes love to my wife. I-I've never, well, never made her, cum. She told me that, if I watch, without getting, um hard, it will prove I, well, that I know my place. She says she cums harder when she sees I've accepted you're a better man." You were making progress. Instead of crying, you stood beside me, head down, almost numb to the humiliating admission. I could see the gleam in Annie's eyes. "So, you want him to watch me fuck you?" I asked her, barely hiding a sly smile of my own. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. "I'm sooo wet. You know what it does to me, Parker." I knew all too well. You got to watch that night, but at a safe distance. I tied your hands behind your back, then Annie took great care and pleasure in tying your balls to the post at the foot of the bed. We left a light on by the side of the bed so you could see her look into your eyes as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly, intent on bringing it to its full size before taking it between her legs. When I entered her, I fucked her slowly, making her beg for faster, longer strokes. An hour passed. Her slim body bucked against me, thrashing in near convulsions. She begged out loud. Begged me to make her cum. Begged me to do what you couldn't. Still, I slowed my thrusts each time she was near the edge. It drove her mad. "God damn it, Parker - what? What are you doing to me?" she screamed. "Does he know his place?" I asked, hinting at what I wanted. "He does, Parker! He does! He's a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!" Then her screams were directed at you. "Tell him! Tell him, or I'll hurt you! You know I will. I'll tell Parker what you did - so help me - TELL HIM!!!" Helpless and afraid, your testicles lashed tightly and painfully to the bedpost, you were forced to give her what she wanted. "I'm a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!" you shouted. But I wanted more, and Annie soon knew it when I left her hanging one more time. "MORE!" she shouted at you. "More! Or so help me-" She was desperate. The more her rage built, the more afraid you were that she would have me do serious and painful damage to your shivering body. "I can't fuck her like a man!" you blurted. "Not like you can! She wants you, not me! Only you! I won't get hard again when I look at her - I promise! Never again! Please make her cum! Pleeease! Fuck my wife harder! Oh God, please make her cum!" It was convincing enough. After a few deep, quick strokes, we came together, our screams drowning out your pathetic pleading. Her cunt gripped me like a vise, her spasms milking me of every last drop of sperm. As she lay under me, slowly recovering, her breath still coming in halting gasps, she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, "Oh Parker, you're so good - sooo good, sooo fucking good..." You spent the night tied to the bed as we slept. The next morning you were still standing, weary from a long night without sleep. We fucked for another hour as you watched helplessly with bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them just one sign that you finally knew your place.