"But Joe, it's our annibirthery!" complained Annie.
"I know, I know," apologized her husband from the other end of the phone. "I asked Clancy, but he said there's no way I could get off this weekend."
"Dammit Joe! I was really looking forward to spending some time with my husband."
"I know Ann. I'll make it up to you just as soon as this job's done."
"It's not just our annibirthery. I'm starting to ovulate and you know what that means?"
"No dear, what does that mean?" he lied, knowing exactly what it meant. He just wanted to hear her say it and his penis extended an inch the second his lovely wife mouthed the words.
"I'm getting horny."
"I'd love to help with that problem, but I'm stuck here," he said. Annie had always had an amazing sex drive. It completely matched his own male sex drive early in their relationship, they had sex every time they went on a date. Annie didn't even mind if he came over just for sex after a night drinking with his friends. Annie liked it because Joe often got the opposite of whiskey dick. He tended to last a long time after drinking. Once they got married, they had sex nearly every night for the first year. Then Joe got sick of condoms and Annie went on the pill. Her sex drive diminished by about 90%. She still enjoyed it, but now after three years of marriage, she could take it or leave it and they only had sex about once a week.
This all changed when she went off the pill so that they could try to start a family. Her sex drive came back like a runaway freight train. She was hornier then ever, sex when they went to bed and morning sex before he left for work. Her sex drive now outpaced his own and his horny librarian wife plumb wore him out. He started looking forwards to these jobs away so that he could rest and recuperate. It got worse as she came into her fertile period and unfortunately, their free time hadn't lined up so that he could take care of her. The few times, they'd made love close to her fertile cycle, just hadn't took.
"Fine," she said. "Just work extra hard and try to get back to me as soon as possible."
"Still going to be at least a week," said Joe. "I better get going. Bye, I love you."
"I love you too. We'll celebrate our annibirthery as soon as you get back. Happy birthday and happy anniversary."
Joe smiled. "Happy Anniversary and happy birthday," he replied. Both he and Annie were twenty-five. Tomorrow was his birthday and he would turn twenty-six. Annie would turn twenty-six two days later. They had decided to get married the day between their birthdays and they had made their annibirthery a three day celebration ever since. "Love you."
"You too, bye." She hung up the phone. "Shit!" she growled, looking at herself in the mirror. The pretty face staring back at her at tears running down her cheeks from beneath her black glasses. Annie hated to admit it, but the tears weren't from her husband missing their three day annibirthery, but from her growing need to have a penis shoved inside her. Her arousal was getting bad and growing worse by the day. She was fidgety, jumpy, and ill tempered, snapping at her coworkers and some of the library's patrons. Worse, she was starting to size every man she saw up, wondering how he looked naked and even getting a little flirty with some of them. It didn't even matter the man, as long as it was male. She batted her eye lashes at the sixty year old custodian and even giggled at one of her regular patrons attempts to hit on her. He was a single dad and a lech that all the other librarians found creepy. Annie swore that if things got any worse, she was going to have to buy herself a dildo and the thought of substituting a plastic penis for her husband's nice and hard six incher repulsed her.
Annie went back out to work the circulation desk. She was the youngest employee. The director was in her fifties and every other employee or volunteer was in their sixties. Being the youngest and best looking in the library had her getting most of the male attention. This was how she met Joe Whyte actually. He'd come in looking to get a library card so he could start checking out audio books as his construction job had him traveling some and he could listen to them while he worked. She helped him get his card and showed him the audio section. Much to her surprise, he asked her to dinner. Annie checked him out. He was sandy haired, good looking, and appeared fit. She liked any guy that enjoyed books. She was casually dating another man at the time, a rather mousy nerd, but with a nice intellect. The nerd was just lousy in bed. He just couldn't handle seeing Annie's killer body and ripe bosom. He never lasted more then a few minutes, though his recovery time was pretty good. The problem was her sex drive had kicked in a few years earlier when her last boyfriend took her virginity. He'd been better then the nerd, but not by much. She needed more. "Library closes at 6:00," she told Joe. "I'll be waiting outside."
Joe was waiting and their dinner went well. They seemed to hit it off immediately. "May I ask what prompted you to ask me out?" she asked.
Joe leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer while he stared at her. "Well, you're very pretty," he said. She smiled and blushed a little. He wasn't lying. Annie had a very attractive face. Her skin was extremely pale and she had piercing blue eyes that looked back at him through the lenses of her dark rimmed glasses. Her hair was long and mostly straight with a few stray curls. She had it tied back in a pony tail. She was stunning in a sexy librarian fashion. "You seemed nice when you were helping me. I felt we had a connection." His date seemed to like that. Her body was dumpy, her top pushing out to hide a chubby belly, but there was a very promising swell to her breasts. They looked huge, DD's at least and Joe was a breast man. He'd take big breasts on a fat girl over a flat chest on a sexy model any day. He found out that night exactly how wrong he was about her body.
Joe was very surprised once they were back at his car when Annie grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her face to kiss her. He was surprised, but pleased. He kissed back and her hand resting on his thigh while he drove home had him stomping on the gas. They were holding each other and kissing while he unlocked his door. He practically carried her inside. The large breasts pressing into his chests were driving him crazy. He set her down and broke the kiss. Without moving from his spot by the door, he just pointed and spoke quickly. "Let me show you my house. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, laundry, guest room, hallway, master bath, and..." He grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. "Master bedroom." Annie giggled. They kissed their way into his bedroom and as they made their way to the bed. He sat down heavily on the bed and she stepped back to pull her dress off. Joe nearly came in his pants when he saw exactly what she had been hiding under her frumpy dress. She wasn't chubby at all! Annie was built like a fucking stripper! Her belly and waist were thin. She had the sexiest belly he'd ever seen on a woman, mostly flat, but with womanly swell under her navel and above her hips. Her underwear was modest, but her bra and panty were black and looked sexy against her pale white skin. Once they were married and she became Annie Whyte, he nicknamed her "Snow" because of her pale skin and dark hair. The bra looked like it was straining under the pressure from her big bosom. She unhooked the bra and her magnificent rack sprang free. Her nipples were already hard and the fattest longest nipples he'd ever seen. They were as big around as a nickel and probably ¾" long. Her areola were only the size of a quarter making them almost all nipple. They were a rosy pink color and Joe couldn't take his eyes off them until she stepped out of her panty and he saw her rather hairy black bush as raven dark as the hair on her head. Joe stripped as quickly as he could and she seemed just as pleased with his fit construction worker's body. "Condom?" she asked unleashing her tied up hair. His date had just gone from librarian to porn star in under a minute though she kept her glasses on. He liked that.
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