Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01

The following weekend it snowed, and their Sunday once again started Saturday afternoon. It didn't snow a lot, but enough that they decided to stay in bed, pretending to be in a snowbound cabin. They only left the bedroom to eat, content to enjoy each other as they lay in the big king sized bed Carol had gotten them for a wedding gift. Ann couldn't remember the last time she lounged like that with a man, and none had ever made her feel so loved emotionally. Physically, the two of them actually made love seven times in just under forty-eight hours.

"A new personal record," Neil boasted the next morning before leaving for work.

"Good...now we have something to shoot for in the future," Ann remembered replying as she kissed him at the front door, still naked and oozing one last load of cum from her well-fucked pussy.

Ann moaned at that thought as she sat still on the floor in the dark room, still glued to her spot on the carpet. Now that she had started, she couldn't stop the images from flooding into her brain. One erotic adventure was quickly followed by the next, the events of each weekend coming to her easily, as if they'd just happened. When she began thinking about the next one, a wistful smile came to her.

They had never gotten around to posing in front of a welcome sign for their new home state. They hadn't been able to do it when the first arrived because of where it was located and the danger involved. He had told her they'd do it sometime that first weekend, but Annabelle had other needs; ones that literally had her tied her up, much to her delight.

He felt bad about the omission at first, but every weekend seemed to have something planned, including most their Sundays. And since those weekends were so amazing sexually for both of them, taking that picture kind of faded into the distance. But as they woke up that morning, Ann decided the time was right... in fact, she wanted to do two states with one photo shoot. She reminded Neil that they'd traveled to Virginia the week she came out, visiting his old home town, buying their couch and loveseat in the process. But they hadn't taken a photo by the sign.

Ann now recalled the conversation fondly, remembering how she was laying on top of his naked body, playing with his rock hard cock as the lay in bed.

"I think we need to take a road trip," she giggled at the time.

"A road trip? Where?"

"I'm tired of eating on a card table, baby. We need a get a dining room set. Let's go to Virginia."

"Virginia? It's Sunday, babe. If you really want to do that, we can find a store here in town. I don't want to waste our entire day going all the way to Virginia."

"It's not going to be a waste, baby. Besides, we have to go to Virginia."

"And why would that be?"

"Because, we never took pictures in front of the welcome sign when we went down to find our bed and couches. I was thinking we could do the state you used to live in, and the one we live in now at the same time," she cooed using her deep, sexy voice.

She giggled again, recalling how they were on the road less than an hour later. It was a little cold out, but he found the perfect place on an old back road where they could do them quickly without interruption. After that, she sprung yet another surprise, asking him to take her where he'd lost his virginity. She wanted to reenact that moment with him, adding Virginia to the list of states where they'd had sex.

She remembered him telling her that memorable night was in the parking lot of a country club. It was during a wedding reception being held in the banquet hall attached to the huge club house. He'd done it in the back of his car with a girl from his high school, the two of them stealing away to share their first time together. Thirty minutes later he was in that parking lot again, his cock stuffed balls deep into his wife's tight pussy.

When they finished, they went happily to the furniture store, holding hands as they walked around looking at dining room sets. And that set the stage for what would happen on their next weekend adventure, as Ann pointed to one she really liked, telling Neil it looked very sturdy.

"What difference would that make?" he laughed.

"It's going to make a big difference if you expect me to let you fuck me on it next Sunday," she winked, squeezing his cock through his jeans.

Sitting in the dark, her mood changing from despair to desire as she envisioned how Neil had eaten her for what seemed like hours before pounding her cunt as she lay across the table that was now in her dining area, Ann's mind fast-forwarded to the previous weekend; their most recent Sunday. It was impossible to rank all the ones they'd had since the wedding, but she grinned thinking it was certainly a memorable one.

"Fuck, who are you kidding, Ann" she chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she sat there in the dark living room, still unwilling to move from the spot on the carpet she had become seemingly attached to. "They're all memorable. Why else would you be listing them?"

Her moment of clarity didn't prevent her from reliving parts of that day in her mind. It had been amazing in so many ways. In truth, it really didn't involve sex at all. But it did turn out to be sexually charged. And for once, it wasn't all her doing. She had some help from a couple of her friends.

Carol had invited them to a party; a Super Bowl party, to be more precise. But it was also an adult party, in that there were only going to be couples there. There would be no kids and no one that wasn't attached. Ann and Neil found that part of the invite intriguing. What struck them as odd was that Carol told them no one else from the plant was coming, other than Martina and her husband Alphonso. The other guests were either friends of hers that had nothing to do with work, or they were friends of Barry, the guy she'd been seeing, and fucking.

Ann was thrilled to be going, not just because it was going to be a good time, but because San Francisco, her favorite team, would be playing Denver for the title. It was like a part of California had suddenly been brought back into her life. Neil seemed a little apprehensive about the party, if only because he didn't know many people there. That feeling went away as soon as he saw his wife come out of their bedroom and announce she was ready to go.

She was dressed in her Joe Montana jersey, having tied it under her breasts to show off her sexy midriff. She also wore a tight white spandex miniskirt that barely covered her crotch. It wasn't exactly normal January clothing, but then again, it didn't feel like January. The weather had been wonderful for well over a week, the temperatures reaching the mid 50s almost every day. But it wouldn't have mattered to her if it had been below zero. She was dressing to support her team... and for effect.

The people at the party didn't have the vested interest in it that Ann had. Most of them, including Neil, were Redskins fans. But the majority ended up rooting for the 49ers along with her, if only because it was an NFC team, and no one cared for the Broncos that much. But she was by far the most vocal fan, and the sexiest. Most of the women dressed conservatively, while Ann had dressed more like a slutty cheerleader, even wearing sexy 4-inch white heels. There wasn't a man in the room that didn't have his eyes fixed on her during the pregame festivities.

Once the game started, things got interesting. The Broncos took the ball first, but went three and out and had to punt. The Niners responded with a long drive, scoring a touchdown. Ann screamed, bouncing up and down in excitement over the pass from Montana to Jerry Rice.

"It's going to be a long day for Denver," she predicted loudly, downing a shot of Jack Daniels in celebration. Then she announced that she was going to drink a shot for every touchdown her team made during the game.

Unbeknownst to Ann at the time of that pronouncement, San Francisco was about to set a record for points in a Super Bowl. They ended up scoring eight touchdowns and 55 points in the rout, missing only an extra point along the way. They had two touchdowns in each quarter, meaning she had to take a total of eight shots. And that didn't include the two drinks she had before the game ever started.

By halftime, she was blitzed. But Ann wasn't your normal drunk chick. She actually handled her alcohol very well. All it did was loosen her up more than usual, freeing any inhibitions she might have. While Neil didn't know it at the time, she was much like Claudia, the head of the Customer Service department at the plant who tried to seduce him the night of the launch party. Just like her, when Ann drank, she didn't lose her faculties.

She knew everything she was doing... very clearly. The alcohol simply brought out the sexy side of her a lot easier. And that was interesting, since she already showed more 'sexy' on a daily basis than most women on the planet. The more she drank, the less she filtered things; the ideas that popped into her head were just as sexy as always, but she no longer cared what people might think if she actually acted on them.

Thankfully, Martina and Carol didn't want her to be alone. That and they were in the mood to party. So every time Ann drank a shot, so did they, the three of them hammering whiskey with every score San Francisco put up on the board. Carol held up pretty well, much like Ann. Martina, on the other hand, got louder when she got drunk... and she also cut loose.

The third quarter had just started, the Broncos turning the ball over right away, and the Niners scored on the very next play, making the score 34-3. Ann and Carol downed their shots, whooping and hollering as the teams lined up for the extra point. When Martina drank hers, off came her blouse. She announced that she wanted to look 'hot' like Ann. With the blouse gone, that left her there in her conservative skirt, and a lacy black bra that held up her big milky tits, her cleavage exposed for everyone to see. The bra was for show, right out of a lingerie catalog, and Alphonso smiled as he casually sipped his beer.

"This just got interesting," he commented to Barry and Neil, not bothering to tell his wife she'd gone too far.

"A lot more interesting that the game," Neil retorted as he drank from his Diet Coke, having cut himself off after the first quarter knowing Ann would be too inebriated to drive home.

With Alphonso not bothering keep his wife's actions in check, that as much as encouraged her. But it was Carol who took things a step further. There was another score just three minutes later in the game, and after she downed her shot, she took off her blouse as well, making a production out of it, almost like she was doing a striptease during the commercial break. The biggest difference was that her bra was sheer pink, and you could just make out the shape of her areolas though the material. She wasn't exactly flashing, but it was damn close.

With them setting the bar, Neil could see Ann's competitive nature coming out. She looked at him, and he shrugged his shoulders, giving the indication that the ball was in her court. Like Alphonso, he wasn't going to stop his wife if she wanted to have a little fun.

"Okay...I'm game. Next score, I take off my top too. But I have to warn everybody... I'm not wearing a bra!" she yelled.

Anyone that wasn't paying attention to the blowout at that point suddenly was, wanting to see the 49ers pile on the points. But it was Denver that scored next, much to the disappointment of the twenty or so other people that were now riveted to a game that might have otherwise sent people home early. With a little less than half of the quarter left to go, San Francisco took the kickoff and started yet another drive. But it was a long one.

They marched methodically down the field, consuming a lot of the play clock along the way. The room groaned when they got down to the three yard line, only to have the quarter end before they reached the end zone.

Ann giggled during the endless commercials during the stoppage. "What are you all going to do if they fumble on the next play?" she teased.

They didn't though. Her favorite team scored yet again on the very first play of the fourth quarter, and the room erupted. The three girls drank their shots, Ann wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she put her glass back on the bar. Strutting to the center of Carol's huge family room in the back of the house, she slowly untied her jersey, sexily biting her lower lip as she did.

She was looking at Neil, her eyes looking for signs that he might tell her to stop. But he just grinned back at her, casually taking another sip of his glass. Crossing her arms as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt, she lifted it over her head, tossing it to her husband. Cupping her breasts, she listened to the applause before walking over and giving him a long, wet kiss.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Not yet. But I will when I fuck you later. I am so horny right now I can't stand it."

The crowd barely got a chance to get used to Ann walking around topless. Denver committed their fourth turnover of the game when the fumbled three plays into their next possession, and the 49ers returned it to the one yard line, scoring on the next play. The girls drank their shots, and Martina took off her bra, thinking it was her turn. But Carol didn't want to be outdone. She took hers off as well, which suddenly left everyone looking at Ann.

"I guess this just turned into shots and stripping," she laughed before wiggling out of her miniskirt. Now she was standing there in just her heels and a sexy white thong. "Just so you know, if they score again, I'm not taking off my shoes," she winked before coming back to Neil's side.

They didn't, even though everyone stayed hoping they might. Instead the final score ended up the same 55-10 that had been on the television with almost fourteen minutes to go in the game. The girls never got to drink another shot. Or take anything else off. In fact, as soon as the game was over, Ann got dressed, thinking she had pushed things as far as she wanted to.

They left shortly after, even though Carol had invited them to stay the night. With Neil not having that much to drink, he was good to drive. And his wife wanted to go, knowing she wouldn't be feeling all that well in the morning, since she didn't know she'd be drinking that much. She hadn't had the foresight to take the customary aspirin she would have ahead of time to ward off the hangover that would come. Instead, she wanted to head home and take advantage of the mood she was feeling.

Unfortunately, she never got the chance, falling asleep in the car on the way back to their house. He ended up having to carry her inside, tucking her into bed still wearing her makeshift cheerleader outfit.

She indeed woke up with a huge hangover the next morning, and Neil spent the majority of it trying to help her feel better. He got her aspirin, and made her something light to eat. He also gave her a wonderful massage, including spending a great deal of time working on her temples as she lay on her stomach. Finally, he drew a nice bubble bath, letting her soak in the dark in the steamy water.

When she finally stumbled out, she had a bashful look on her face. But he didn't let her say anything, instead making her lunch as she sat at the dining room table looking out onto the deck. It was only then that she realized what time it was, and that Neil was still at home.

"Did you take the day off?" she asked.

"No, why?"

"Because, it's almost one."

"I know."

"So what are you doing home?"

"I start second shift today... remember?"

"Oh... no. I forgot. Damn."

"What do you mean... damn? I thought I did a pretty good job taking care of you this morning."

"Oh, you have baby. I just forgot, and now you're going to have to leave soon. I never even got to fuck you last night. We missed our Sunday."

"No we haven't. Sunday doesn't end until I go to work on Monday," he winked.

"Mmm... I love the sound of that. What do you want to do with me? I'm all yours."

"Good. Let's take a walk."

Of all the things he could have told her he wanted to do, that wasn't on her list. But she found herself walking hand in hand as they ambled around the neighborhood. The strange thing was that he never mentioned what she'd done the night before. He didn't judge her, and she found that so exciting. The longer they walked, the better she started to feel; the mild temperatures and fresh air reviving her.

The more she thought about how Neil wasn't talking about what she'd done, the more she thought about it herself, and the more turned on she got. When they got back to the house, she asked him when he had to leave for work.

"I've got about an hour," he replied.

"Is that enough time for you to make love to me?" she asked, her eyes batting at him as he fumbled for the keys to the front door.

Thinking about what time it was, and the fact that they'd just walked through the area and seen no one to speak of, a naughty thought ran through his head. "No... but I have time to fuck. That's what you wanted to do last night anyway."

"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" she snickered.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the very end of the front porch, away from the other houses and out of sight from any windows nearby. Leaning her over the railing, he pulled down her sweatpants, pleased to find she'd left off her panties. Whipping out his growing cock, he rubbed the tip along her slit before burying the length of his shaft deep inside her. She grabbed hold of the rail as she held her thighs together, making her pussy tighter. He responded by reaching under her sweatshirt to paw at her tits, the two of them rutting against each other like animals.

Ann let out a sigh, staring out into the dark through the front window, past that very porch. The memory was fresh, her pussy literally tingling remembering how he'd taken her.

She didn't know what time it was. She only knew it was late, and Neil still hadn't shown up. But now she was looking forward to him coming home... even if it meant she had to listen to him as he continued the argument. She knew she'd just have to take it in silence. After all, she certainly had it coming.

"Hell... maybe I should just dress up like Annabelle," she sighed again, thinking if he was going to be in a mood to punish her, she might as well make the best of it.

At that point, a rush hit her. All the erotic adventures she'd just recounted rolling over her like a huge wave, leaving her wet... very wet. She felt her nipples hardening from the very thought of letting Neil take her into that amazing world of bondage once again. The most recent memory came back into her mind; the railing on the front porch calling to her, thinking of how he'd fucked her hard and deep after their walk.

"I wonder if he'd ever tie me up there."

That it was even a possibility quickly turned into a yearning. She thought about how dark it was outside, and about how that particular spot was secluded. Someone would have to actually drive into their driveway in order to see her, which was unlikely since they lived at the end of a dead end road. Her pussy pulsed with excitement, but she fought the urge to touch herself.

"Fuck... I don't deserve to cum," she chided herself, back to loathing in self pity over what she'd done.

She remained in place, her legs crossed, eyes focused on the window. Her pussy was wet, but that bothered her. She felt she had no right to be aroused, not with what she'd done and how that had to have made Neil feel. Yet her body was reacting to all the sexual escapades her mind had just played out, overriding whatever guilt trip she was attempting to put herself through. The internal struggle she was feeling, the conflicting emotions she was having, were driving her nuts.