Ann: A Love Story Ch. 45

"Do you want me to find her, Neil?" Billie said, putting her hand on my arm again.

"No...it's no big deal. I just love staring at her from across the room."

Debbie grinned. "Aw...that's so sweet. I saw her about a half-hour ago. She and Missy walked into the other part of the restaurant. I think they went to the parking lot."

"The parking lot? Why would they go to the parking lot," I said out loud, thinking I'd kept that comment to myself.

Debbie finished a bite of her cake and said, "I think to look at Missy's ring."

"What?" I said, not sure I heard her right.

Debbie swallowed, and wiped at the corners of her mouth with her napkin as she said, "Missy was going to show Ann her ring. Ann was showing a bunch of us her engagement ring...which is really, REALLY nice, by the way. And then I heard Ann ask if she could see Missy's. Missy sort of giggled and told her yes, and soon after that, they left. I assume Missy must have left it in her car or something...I didn't see one on her finger, and she didn't have a purse with her."

My eyes widened and I said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why? I'm sure they'll be back soon. Besides, the one you got Ann is so nice, I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. Ann loves the one you got her."

A chill when down my spine as I imagined Ann sneaking a peek at the ring I'd seen Missy wearing hours before, which was most definitely NOT the kind you wear on a finger. It was considerably further south. And then I thought of what Ann might do. Ann had said Missy owed her a chance to look at her pussy, since Missy had gotten to see hers, and much more, in the dressing room at the Leather Door. But Ann also alluded to owing Missy something a little more, and I couldn't help but wonder now what that might have meant.

I grinned and said, "I'm not nervous, Debbie. I'm sure Missy's taste is totally different than Ann's"

Debbie wrinkled her nose and said, "Taste?"

"Yeah. You know...her taste in rings."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was having an amazing time. There were twelve guys, standing in a corner, drinking beer while we watched the tail end of a Monday Night Football game between Denver and Buffalo. But the game was just the background noise. We were listening to Alfred tell us tales from his years of working at the Post Office.

I had wandered into the midst of the group almost by accident, still staggered by the thought of Ann, and whatever she might be doing with Missy. But as I melded in with the rest of the guys, I quickly became captivated by Alfred's storytelling, and what he was sharing with us. Alfred knew how to spin a story, and most of the ones he was sharing with us were of the X-rated variety.

It seemed that being a mail carrier in California in the late 60's and early 70's carried with it a lot of fringe benefits. Alfred insisted that he had never cheated on Billie, in large part because the sex in their relationship was so amazing, he'd never felt the need to. He said he didn't want to chance ruining such a great thing as what he had with Billie just to get some extra tail on the side.

But that didn't mean he didn't have plenty of opportunity. Alfred had been greeted at the door by countless naked babes over the years. They were either bored housewives, or adventure seeking babes. But they were all women that were looking for some kind of a thrill. For some, the thrill was just the idea of answering the door in the buff. For a rare few, they were more interested in getting a different kind of package in their mail, and they wanted it made special delivery.

Alfred told us about several of the stunning women that continued to hit on him during his years on the beat, and the lengths they would go to try and get him to change his mind about going to bed with them. He said he always came home and told Billie what happened during his day, because he never wanted to keep anything from her. Better that she heard about what his day was like from him, than from someone else.

Alfred said that Billie seemed to take it all in stride. It was part of the era they lived in, part of the culture of Northern California, and part of being married to what Billie considered a virile, handsome man. At least, those where his words, and he cackled when he said that last part. He did get serious when he said he used to worry about her getting jealous, but he never got the feeling from her that she was. Instead, he said it added to their sex life. Billie knew he was coming home horny all the time, and she made sure when he came home, he knew why it was such a good idea to save himself for her.

The most amazing story he told us was one he told after Billie joined the group. Billie had walked over, beer in hand, standing between Alfred and me in the large group of guys. Her eyes had a fire behind them, and she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was horny. She leaned against her husband, rubbing her hand on his chest as he finished up a story that had us all roaring in laughter.

"Looks like I found the fun spot," Billie said to us.

"What makes you say that," I asked.

"A dozen handsome men circled up in a huddle, and not a woman in the group. And you're all laughing and carrying on. What's not fun about that! So, what's so funny?"

"I was just telling some of my boring stories," Alfred said with his calm, laid back tone.

Billie nodded very slowly. "Sure...that would explain why you're all laughing so much. The stories are soooo boring."

"Well, they are. I just tell them well," he said with a grin.

Billie looked at me and said, "So, Neil, which story was he telling you. The one about the blond with the big tits, or the one about the natural red head that had the thick carpet down below to prove it?"

I smiled and said, "The brunette that had the..."

"...big nipples and tan lines," Billie said with a smile as she finished my sentence.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"That's a good one too." Turning to Alfred, she said, "Couldn't resist telling the about the glory days when you actually got to carry the mail?"

"They asked," Alfred said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Because someone was talking about sex, no doubt. Why else would you bring it up?"

"Billie, it's not like..."

Billie smiled and said, "I don't mind, Alfred. This whole room is talking about sex. It's kind of the theme of the night. But if you're going to tell them a story, tell them a STORY."

"I'm not following," he said.

"Tell them about the month that you had to change routes to cover for Stan. I would think they'd find that one a LOT more interesting."

"Are you serious Billie," Alfred said, his body pulling back a little as his eyes flew open wider. "I've never...you've never wanted me..."

"I've heard all those other stories a thousand times, sweetie. And they're all good. But I think tonight deserves a story with a little more excitement than just you getting to look and feel up a few naked women."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"It's now or never, sweetheart."

Alfred kissed his wife, and she pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing her legs as she looked at the rest of us. Taking a deep breath, Alfred started in on one last story.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It seemed that after years and years of getting free looks and the occasional free grope, Alfred had to leave his prime route for a month to cover for a friend named Stan. The primary back up to Stan had just retired. But before Stan could train anyone to cover for him when he was out, he had an appendix attack, and had to have emergency surgery. So, Alfred's boss, the Postmaster, asked him to take over Stan's route because no one else had been trained yet. Alfred said he was chosen because he had more experience, and his boss felt he would be able to get up to speed the fastest. That, and Alfred had someone that knew his route, so that transition would be the smoothest.

Alfred said he was reluctant at first to change because the he was had been on a particularly good stretch where he was seeing someone in some various state of undress a couple times a week. But the trade off to working Stan's route was that it a little smaller, and it was very familiar, since it was on his side of town. And that meant he would get off of work and get home a lot sooner. The thought of being home with his family appealed to him.

He said he came home to tell Billie he was being reassigned, and she asked why. He told her what happened to Stan, and that he was picked to take his place until he came back. Billie asked what that meant long term.

"I told her I didn't know about long term, but that short term, it meant that for the next month, I wouldn't be getting any fringe benefits from the half a dozen women that had a habit of flashing me."

Billie laughed from her chair. Sticking her lower lip out in a pout, she said, "Oh, you poor baby. That must have been so hard for you."

Alfred glanced over to his wife, his smile wide. "We're getting to the part where I was hard, Billie. Do you want me to tell the story, or would you rather do it yourself?"

She laughed and said, "I'm sorry I interrupted, sweetheart. You're doing just fine."

Alfred waved his finger at Billie, letting her know she was being naughty. Then he continued. He told us that when he got to work the first day he was to take Stan's place, he looked over the route sheet that Stan had created. He didn't think twice about the fact that he was going to be delivering mail in his own neighborhood. He just packed his bags according to the route list, loaded them up in his truck, and drove off.

It was close to noon when Alfred said he parked his mail jeep at the entrance of his own development and took out his large leather satchel. Most of the streets he worked didn't have mailboxes next to the street, his included. The neighborhood was older, and the houses all had their mailboxes hanging by the front door of the houses, or they had a mail slot in the door.

Alfred said he walked the familiar sidewalks, dropping off mail to people he considered more than neighbors. They were his friends. Most of the time as he walked his neighborhood, he was delivering the mail to empty houses, the owners away at work. Occasionally, though, there would be someone home, and Alfred would exchange pleasantries. He said it was nice, but it wasn't the same. He said that even though it was just the first day, he knew it was different. There was nothing like the amazing sights that he'd been lucky enough to admire so often on his own route...and he figured it was going to stay that way until Stan came back to work, and he got back to his own route.

Alfred said he walked up his front walk, and up onto the covered front porch. He was lifting the lid to the mailbox, when the front door opened.

"I turned to say 'Hi' to my wife, and when she opened the storm door, she was naked."

All our eyes turned to Billie, who grinned wider as she stared at Alfred. He went on to say that she pretended that he was her normal mail carrier. He said Billie dragged him inside, and fucked him on the living room floor with the windows open. She kept calling him Stan and she told him her husband wouldn't be home for hours. He got back on his route a half-hour later. Instead of getting home early, he was walking in the front door at his normal time.

Alfred said it was amazing to actually get to fuck his wife in the afternoon during his shift, and in his words, he 'got paid to do it'. He said fucking a woman that came to the door naked was something he'd fantasized about often. He couldn't wait to get home. But Alfred said that was when things got strange. He said that Billie acted like nothing had happened.

He came home with a huge smile on his face, and asked how Billie how her day was, thinking they might pick up where they left off. But instead, Billie launched into a long list of things she'd done during the day, avoiding any mention of them fucking. She made it all seem so routine...talking exactly like she did every other day when he came home, telling him how hard she had worked around the house, and how it wasn't easy or glamorous being a housewife. She commented how it must be nice to get out of the house and stare at pretty, naked women all day long on his route.

Alfred said, "I was puzzled by her reaction, but he had a meeting to go to. I had to leave before I could figure out why she was acting like she was. When I came home, Billie had left a note on the kitchen table that she had a headache and went to bed early."

The next day, when Alfred got to the house to deliver the mail, Billie was waiting for him again, wearing a see through negligee. She opened up the door and told him that he needed to get inside quickly before the neighbors saw him. That time, she fucked him right in the foyer after she closed the door. Alfred said that when they finished, Billie stunned him by saying that she was so nervous the night before when her husband came home. She was worried that he would keep pressing her about her day, and she was scared because she had never done anything like that before. Billie told him that she was going to tell him when he walked up on the porch that she'd made a huge mistake by fucking him the first time, but the closer it got to him getting there, the hornier she got. She said she just had to let 'Stan' fuck her one more time.

Alfred was excited as he told the story. Not the, 'he's got a rock hard cock in his pants' excited. He was into telling the story, and that made him more animated. And he was so focused he seemed to forget that Billie was in the group with us. He was being very graphic, and very, very descriptive. And I noticed that the more detailed he was, the more SHE was getting visibly turned on. She was fighting to hold her composure as she sat back and listened to her husband recount their adventure.

He said that Billie practically threw him out of the house when she'd finished fucking him that second day, and she called him Stan again when she said goodbye, telling him she wouldn't be able to see him again.

"When I got home that night, Billie asked me how my day went. I figured she wanted me to talk about what we did that afternoon, so I said I had another hot girl answer the door in a see through nighty. But before I could say anything else, she got this angry look on her face and she said she had a PTA meeting to go to. She told me I needed to take care of getting dinner for our daughter, and she left before I could say anything else. She stormed out the door and she didn't come home until after I went to bed. I had to get up early the next day, like I always do. I spent the whole night wondering what the hell had gotten into Billie."

Alfred smiled, and said the next day, when he got to the house, Billie opened the door and actually stepped out onto the porch, totally naked except for a pair of modest heels. She grabbed him and gave him big kiss, and then she went back inside and held the screen door open for him. He said he just stood there, and she asked him if he was just going to look, or if he was going to fuck her brains out.

"I asked her what changed her mind, since she'd told me the day before that she wouldn't be able to see me any more. She said that 'her husband' was a mail carrier too, and she found out that he had all these 'hot' women on his route that were throwing themselves at him, trying to get him to fuck them. She said she never heard her husband describe her as hot...ever, so she decided it was time for her to prove to herself that she still was. And then do you know what she said," Alfred asked us, as he turned to look at his wife.

Billie smiled, knowing that Alfred wanted her to say it again for him...and for us. Her legs were crossed sexily, her left foot bouncing slightly in the air. She took a swig of her beer, and then peered over the glass, looking directly at Alfred. She stunned us when she said, "I want you to take me into the kitchen, Stanley. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours, because I want to think about you cumming inside me when my husband eats dinner a that table tonight."

Billie had said it to Alfred the same way she must have said it standing naked in their doorway. And she seemed to get the same reaction from him. It looked like he was going to take her over to one of the tables in the restaurant we were standing in, and start fucking her right in front of us. Billie winked at him, and then she looked directly at me...sipping her beer as she grinned. The twinkle in her eyes reminded me of Ann, and it was at that moment that I realized why Ann thought of her as her California Mom. They were so alike it was scary.

Alfred cleared his throat, and said, "Yeah...she said that. Then I asked her about how things were going during the evening with her husband, and she said she went out to a meeting, and then stayed out at a bar until she knew he was asleep. She said it was while she was flirting with a guy at the bar that she realized she WAS hot, and she wasn't going to stop fucking Stan. She liked feeling wanted."

Alfred said when he got home that night from work, Billie had dinner ready for him on the table. She made him sit down in a seat so that his plate was exactly where her pussy had been hours before when he'd fucked her. He said he asked her how her day was. Billie said she'd spent all day doing housework, like she always did. Alfred said he asked what she did, and he said she went off on him. Billie said that if he MUST know, she had stripped and polished the kitchen table.

Billie laughed and said, "I think I even told him that I had sweated my ass off working for him to make the table look good for dinner...and then I slaved over a stove to cook his meal."

"Yeah...she did. That kind of put me on the defensive, and after dinner, she went upstairs and closed herself up in the bathroom for a couple of hours, then she went to bed without even saying goodnight."

Alfred said he knew at that point what Billie was doing, and while it seemed out of character, it turned him on. And he said it went on all month long while he covered for Stan. He would stop by his house in the middle of the day, have some kind of mind blowing sex with Billie, and then at night, he would get home, and Billie would pretend like nothing had happened during the day.

"And it went on like that, for the whole month. The thing was, Billie was having sex with 'Stan' every single day. Even when she was at that time of the month, she'd still give Stan blowjobs. Once, she took me to the side of the porch, behind that big tree we have in front, and she did it right there. And another time, she had actually walked through the neighborhood in her housecoat, and met me at the front entrance of the development when I was parking the jeep. She ended up sucking me off inside the jeep...and you know she was naked under that housecoat!" he cackled.

"I think they could have guessed that part," Billie said with a little giggle of her own.

"It needed saying," Alfred said in defense, "and so does the part where you cut me off."

"What," I asked, along with a half dozen other guys.

"Yeah. Billie was fucking 'Stan' during the day...but I went the entire month without making love to my wife. And I have to tell you, as much as I was enjoying fucking Billie the way I was during the day, getting the cold shoulder every night was really hard to take. I realized what it would be like if I ever DID mess around on my route...and I didn't like it one bit."

When Alfred finished his story, all the eyes of the guys in our now tightly knit little group fell on Billie. She winked at us as she stood up and walked through the circle towards her husband. She kissed him full on the lips, in effect making out with her husband in front of all of us. When she finally pulled back, we could see she had trapped her hand between them, and she had been fondling his balls through his pants.