Afterglow — Living with Honey and Ann, Episode 4
To be your best for him, you need to know yourself. The more full you feel, the more there is for you to give.
This is a serial, so you might feel lost if you start with this episode. Catch up with the preceding chapters: School Daze, Passing Grade, and Breakfast of Champions.
By the time we had finished our showers it was well after noon on a crisp autumn Saturday. Anne grabbed a couple of apples from the kitchen then took my arm, and jumped up and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go for a walk in the park,” she said.
“Absolutely. This is my favorite time of year to be outdoors. Every year, my senses are filled with the feeling of leaves crunching under my feet and that dry-leaf smell. Let me get a couple of jackets then we can go.”
“Honey, your mother and I are going for a walk. We should be home in an hour or so; we have our phones if you need anything,” I said.
“Okay, Daddy. I think I’m gonna take a nap. I’m beat. Have fun. Love you guys,” she replied.
After I locked the front door, I handed Anne her jacket and she handed me an apple. It was sunny and 65, so we tied our jackets around our waists before we started out. Anne put her right arm through my left and squeezed my bicep with her left hand as she leaned in and started to move me down the sidewalk.
The park is one of the best features of our town. It is situated on the edge of town and covers hundreds of acres. Closer to town, just a few blocks from our house the park has pavilions and picnic tables around a pond. There are also basketball courts and sports fields for soccer and baseball. Further on is the municipal golf course and finally, heading away from town, the park has been left more natural. As natural as it is, it’s not totally unimproved. There is a hiking and jogging path that goes for about 2 miles with some less improved paths that branch off it. But mostly, it’s just woods. We set out strolling down the hiking path.
Anne looked up at me and said, “I love you so much I can’t imagine myself any happier than I am with us right now.”
With that, I stopped, turned and bent to kiss my beautiful bride. I put my hand behind her back to support her as I dipped her while holding the kiss. I held her there nearly floating and practically horizontal.
She reached up and took my face in both hands. She started kissing each feature of my face in turn. From my lips to my chin then up to the tip of my nose and onto the bridge of my nose by my eyebrows. Across my forehead and all over both cheeks before returning to my mouth, which she lightly licked then probed playfully with her tongue. I’m not sure how long we were suspended there, but as I returned her to upright she said, “Wow, Is that how you say, ‘I love you too?’”
“This time. Yes. I hope I can find lots more ways to say that I love you,” I said as we took a few steps.
We stopped again and I looked at her and said, “I could never have pictured a more perfect marriage. We are madly in love, live in a great town, have great careers, and a super daughter,” my voice trailed off a bit as I took her hand and we resumed walking.
“What? What’s next? I feel like you want to say, ‘but’ or ‘yet’ or maybe ‘and…’” she said, prompting more elaboration.
“And wow! What man doesn’t dream of having sex with a MILF whose charms and experience take him to places he never thought of. And what man doesn’t fantasize about a threesome with two hot women. But Anne, my sweet love, I can’t help being a little confused.”
“I knew we might get to this place,” she said. “Let me see if I can give you a look at the teacher’s guide and remove some of this confusion. You remember that I told you my father passed away when I was in the 6th grade. But I don’t think I told you everything about what my life was like growing up with just my Mom.
We walked on as she continued, “So here goes. Mom worked tirelessly to make sure my brother and I had all the lessons and activities the other kids had. She didn’t want us to feel deprived of not having a father. She worked two and sometimes three jobs to make sure we got these experiences. When she wasn’t at work, she was dragging us here and there or she was cooking or cleaning or recovering at home. I never knew if mom had any relationships besides us. It seemed there was never anyone but us three.
“At my wedding shower before I married Robert, all of us girls talked for hours about what made a good marriage and a good life, including what made for good sex. That prompted Mom to finally open up. She said she had no regrets about her marriage to my father, but she wished she had learned to take care of herself. She told us that if she had learned that, she might have been able to give my brother and me more than just activities, she could have given us a better, richer life. I think she meant she might have dated and married again and actually given us a father.
“She told me, ‘Annie, baby, love yourself as much as your man so you can give everyone in your life the best of you. To be your best for him, you need to know yourself. The more full you feel, the more there is for you to give.’”
“I didn’t really understand what she meant until Robert and I graduated from the university and he was commissioned into the Army. There I was: a newlywed, newly pregnant and suddenly alone. I was madly in love with this strong man who was halfway around the world. When he was gone for months and years at a time, all we had was mail and occasional phone calls to connect us. Fortunately, there was an Army wives support group in the town near our base. With these ladies I learned that I could be strong and independent and still be a supportive and loving wife. We did tons of activities together: dinners, movies, trips, and trading babysitting.”
At this point in the story, we had progressed to the halfway mark on the trail. Anne seemed fully absorbed in relating all this background to answer my concern. A little further down one of the nature paths, we came upon an isolated stand of Austrian pines out toward the highway. “Let’s go in here,” she said as she guided me into a space that was so dense it was almost dark. We were surrounded on all sides by towering pines. The floor was covered in long, dry needles. It smelled glorious; the autumn wind whispered and sang all around us. Anne untied the jacket from her waist and spread it on the needles and sat down. She patted the spot beside her so I put my jacket beside hers and joined her on the ground.
She resumed her story, “When our men were gone, we were almost our own unit. We knew each other and each other’s needs down to the size of diapers our kids wore; we had each other’s backs in every way. Not surprisingly, some of us became very close and even intimate. I learned things about pleasure that they didn’t teach in school and that Robert and I never had time to explore. What we learned about ourselves and pleasure allowed us to treat our Rangers like kings while they were home; we gave them the best sex they’d ever had. We could focus on them because we weren’t frustrated. Finally, I had learned to love myself so I could give more of myself to my man.”
“After Robert died, I knew I could get along without a man, just as mom got along without my dad. But I want a man in my life. I prepared then I searched and now I have you.
“So here we are. Now you are the man who gets all of me. But I also have to teach Honey. I’m passing what I learned on to the next generation. I don’t want her to be like my mom and be sexually repressed. I don’t even want her to have to learn this from strangers like I did. I want her ready for a full life as she starts her life. And You, My Love, You, and only you, are my partner in this. You get the best gifts I have to give.”
“Please don’t be confused. I want to know all your fantasies and fulfill them. And when I can use them to train our baby girl, I will.”
With that, Anne said, “Now lie back, and close your eyes. I want to explore one of my fantasies with you.” She started a teasingly slow process: she leaned over my legs and undid my belt then lightly tickled up my right side, causing me to shiver. That made her giggle a little. She let her fingers trace up my neck and along my jawline. When they paused at my lips, I kissed them. She reversed the course down my left side. I tensed in preparation for the other ticklish spot. She said, “Breathe, dear. Just relax.” When her hand got back to my waist, she unbuttoned my pants and opened the zipper. She reached the waistband and pulled, so I lifted my butt to let her lower them.
She stopped at my knees and put her hands on my silk boxers. Her cool hands were together but one palm covered my balls and the other my cock. She let her left hand just lay there as a weight while she teased with her right. Her thumb and forefinger were on opposite sides of the shaft barely making contact with the loose silk. She lightly drew her hand up to the tip. When she got to the ridge of the head, she traced it then moved her finger over the opening where she drew circles until she felt him respond with light twitches. “Oooh,” She said as she lifted her hand away. After a minute she put her hand back at the base and started the ascent again, very slowly. Again she traced patterns on the tip coaxing more spasms. After her fifth trip, she noticed me moving my hips a bit. “Hang in there big boy. I’m not quite ready,” she said as she gently unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom to the top and spread the halves exposing my chest. She brought her hands together so her thumbs touched then spread her fingers and tickled with her fingernails down my chest and my belly. When she got to my waist, she pulled down my boxers.
She pursed her lips and blew cool air on the tip of my cock and giggled again as he jumped in response. She let her fingers continue tickling down the length of my cock and stopped to observe the movement of my testicles in my scrotum. She pressed on one. They both moved then resituated themselves. She blew on them and giggled again at their little show. After a minute or so of observation, she took one testicle in each hand and started kneading. Her fingertips found the vein of the epididymis and rolled it back and forth until she heard me moan and noticed me rocking my hips again.
She considered the small drop of precum emerging from the tip of my cock and said, “Oh, nice. This is going to be good. Just a few more minutes, I think.” She let my balls fall away as she moved her cupped hands up the shaft making only the slightest contact. She moved her hands very slowly. I thought I heard her counting to ten. These were very, very long seconds. When she got to the top, she parted her hands leaving my cock to bounce freely, throbbing, close to the edge of orgasm. I heard her barely whisper another count to ten. At ten, I felt her start from the bottom of my shaft again, this time applying a bit more pressure, but moving just as slowly. She repeated this process with increasing pressure three more times.
After the fifth trip up, she again grabbed my balls with her left hand and my cock with the right. She gripped firmly and stroked quickly up and down five times. She released my cock and squeezed my balls firmly with both hands sending shot after shot of steaming semen up my chest. My cock continued pulsing for nearly a minute until she took hold again and massaged out the final drops until it fell flaccid.
As I started to speak, Anne put her right hand over my mouth. “Shhh. Not yet. Be still and keep those eyes closed.” I could feel her lips and tongue chasing the trails she had unleashed. Finally, she removed her hand, bent over and kissed my lips. I could smell the salty smell of semen as she approached. When our lips met I felt hers part, so I opened mine in response. I was ready for her salty tongue, which she gave me along with a fair amount of the cum she had lapped up. “Do you like how that tastes as much as I like tasting myself on your lips?” she asked.
“Mmm, yes I do. I love the taste of every part of you, even if it’s me I’m tasting on you.”
“Mmmm, good,” she said then leaned her head on my shoulder. She lazily moved her left hand over my chest and belly rubbing the remainder of semen in as though it were lotion. When she was satisfied it was no longer wet, she sat up and put me back together. She stood and grabbed my hands to pull me back to standing. The air had cooled significantly since we left the house. I put on my jacket and draped hers over her shoulders. I kept my arm around her and she put her arms about my waist. We hugged each other tightly as we made our way home.
“How do you feel now?” she asked. “Still confused?”
I turned toward her, held both her hands and said softly, “Annie, I have decided that I need to be prepared for surprises. I know you are a creative and generous lover, but knowing what got you here, I can’t be confused.”
She jumped up and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me by my ear and said, “Let’s go get that girl of ours and treat ourselves to some sushi. I’m famished.”
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