Ann: The Married Years Ch. 17

He was ridiculously handsome, his temples slightly graying against the backdrop of his thick black hair. It was cut stylishly short, just a hint of a wave along the sides and back. His muscular upper body was on display in his short sleeve shirt, most of the buttons undone on the front because of the heat. His thighs were bulging, his shorts offering a glimpse of just how powerful they were. He had a deep tan; the sign of a man that was outdoors a lot in his daily work. But it was somewhat camouflaged by the drab brown of his clothes and the work boots he was wearing. His brilliant blue eyes flashed, his mirrored aviator glasses perched atop his head as he stood frozen on the porch, holding a package.

"Uh... Hi. UPS delivery," he said, not even trying to hide his eyes as they wandered up and down her luscious body.

"I can see that," she replied happily as she opened the door wider, her right hand moving along the edge toward the top, offering him a much better view as she opened her hips just a touch to show off more of her wet pussy. "Douglas... right?"

"Pardon?"

"Aren't you Douglas?"

"Uh... yes. Sorry, you kind of caught me off guard."

"Yeah, I suppose I have. I've heard a lot about you," she said, thinking about the stories Felicia had told her about their visits together. Douglas was one of her studs; an occasional cock for her to play with. One that would show up at her doorstep once a week or so. Her naughty neighbor had a habit of ordering things from shopping channels on television just as a way to get him to come to the house.

"You have?" he asked sheepishly.

"I'm Anna. Felicia and I are good friends," she said, pointing nonchalantly toward the side of the house next door she was facing.

"Oh... OOHHHHH!" he said, his eyes widening, thinking that there was a reason she had answered the door the way she had.

Quickly realizing where he was headed, she raised her hand. "I'm sorry to give you the wrong impression, Douglas. I just happened to be doing some ironing when you rang the doorbell."

"And you always iron in the nude," he reasoned, his voice trying to cover his disappointment.

"Not all the time. To be honest, I was watching some live porn," she said as she tilted her head to the side, eyeing his reaction as she slowly parted her legs a little more. She was teasing him, thinking he was probably going to go next door anyway. In her mind there was no harm sending him there already hard and ready to go.

"You... what?"

"My husband is in the bedroom fucking a friend of ours. I've been watching them while I iron."

"You're kidding."

"No. But I should have put something on. It honestly just slipped my mind. I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I'm not like Felicia. I don't fuck other guys."

"And yet he's doing a friend of yours right now? Seems like a double-standard."

She shrugged and said, "True, but it's my double-standard. Jason doesn't fuck around at all, but he let's Felicia."

"Actually, she and I have never, you know. She just..."

"Oh, that's right. She just sucks your cock."

Her bluntness caught him a bit off guard. "Yeah, and I certainly get your point. From what she tells me, her husband does like it when she fools around. But she was pretty clear with me that he doesn't."

"I'm not saying I'm some kind of princess. I like to think of myself as more of a queen," she laughed, thinking of how she pretended to be Cleopatra and what she did to Felicia that day.

Confused, he shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean by that."

"I don't fuck, but that doesn't mean I've never done anything with a guy that's not my husband. Or woman for that matter."

"Oh... okay," he replied, unsure if that was an invitation or just a statement.

She saw the puzzled look on his face and her wicked grin widened. "Come in for a sec... let me talk to my husband."

Strutting gracefully down the hallway her head peered inside the bedroom door just as Neil was flipping Tina over onto her hands and knees to take her doggy style. "Baby, the UPS driver came to our door, and uuuhhh, I forgot I wasn't wearing any clothes."

"HA... okay. He must have been thrilled he got a free show," he grinned as he slipped his thick cock back into Tina's waiting pussy.

"Actually, he's still here. Would you mind if I sucked his cock for a couple of minutes? Then I'll send him on his way over to Felicia's."

It was such an odd request. And yet there he was balls deep inside the pussy of a woman that, although pretending to be, wasn't really his wife. And he had his wife to thank for that.

He thought briefly about Ann's request. It had been a sexually charged week to that point and this was just another part of that. He knew she hadn't called the driver to the house. And she was asking permission. It wasn't like she was doing something behind his back. Hell, it wasn't even the first cock she'd sucked that wasn't his while they'd been married.

Dawn's husband Jeremy came to mind first. But Neil had encouraged her to do it at the most recent Super Bowl party, although those attending were people that he at least knew. Even though the oral sex she'd performed that night ended up being with a woman, it was only a matter of time before she'd have a cock down her throat during one of the games.

"Are you going to fuck me, dear?" Tina barked; perturbed that Neil had actually stopped to ponder what Ann had asked him.

"Oh... sorry," he said as he began pounding once again.

"For fucks sake! Just go suck him and finish him off, Anna," Tina snorted as she started humping back into him. "If our hubby wants to punish you for it, he can do that later. It's my day to fuck him home!"

It was a cute phrase Ann and Tina were using to describe the way they were greeting their shared husband, and it always made Neil laugh. This time he was caught in Ann's unblinking eyes.

"Neil?" Ann asked, wondering if he was really okay with it.

"It's okay... go ahead babe. Just make sure you're crystal clear that this is a one-time thing. I don't want him thinking that every time he delivers a package... he gets to deliver a package, if you know what I mean."

"I do! Thanks, baby," she giggled as she leaned over to give him a quick kiss, giving Tina one as well. Returning to the front door she noticed Douglas was still standing just inside the house, his boots barely on the carpet. "I thought I asked you to come inside?"

"My boots are dirty. I don't want to ruin your carpet. Besides, I really should be going. I just need you to sign for the package."

"Should be, or you have to?" she asked, moving up close to him, taking the package he was holding from his hand.

"I... I should."

She laughed at his nervousness. Her mind raced to a story Billie, her California Mom shared with her, recalling of how she had pretended to be a bored housewife for her husband Alfred when he got temporarily transferred to the postal route his home was on. Billie spent well over a month fucking the postal carrier 'Stan' during the day, while ignoring her husband Alfred when he came home at night. It was incredible fantasy fun, and hearing about it and other adventures Billie had with Alfred taught Ann the importance of finding adventurous ways to keep the relationship exciting whenever she'd become lucky enough to find a husband.

That husband was in the midst of one of those adventures she'd come up with. She couldn't help but think Billie would be proud of her. She looked forward to calling her and telling her about it once the week was over. Thankfully she was still days away from that.

Billie's story was fresh on her mind as she stared at her guest. Ann wasn't bored. She wasn't even a housewife any more. She had a job. That was why it was easy for her to convey her husband's message.

Placing the package on an end table next to the loveseat she returned to the open door, pressing his back against it as she dropped to her knees, feeling his hard cock through his shorts. "My husband says that I can take care of this, if you'd like," she hissed, not waiting for an answer as she lowered his zipper.

He nodded, his voice stuck in his throat.

"Just so you know, this isn't happening again unless he gives me permission," she explained, adding a caveat that Neil never actually agreed to, but thinking he just might in the future if she asked again. "Of course, I don't order things as often as Felicia does, and I'm gone during the day most of the time, so the chances of this happening again are..."

"I understand," he said as she reached inside the opening. She was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't wearing anything under his shorts, reasoning it was because it was such a hot day. That or he got a lot of blowjobs and he wanted to make things easy.

Fishing out his hard cock she smiled up at him, slowly stroking it as she seductively licked her lips. It was nicely sized, not as thick or as long as Neil's, but it was certainly more than a mouthful. Thankfully she knew how to use her throat as well.

As she went to take the head past her lips, he panicked. "Wait... we're doing this right here? In the open doorway?"

She found it humorous that she'd pushed his back against the open door pressed against the wall, dropped to her knees and removed his throbbing cock... all while she was naked, and only when she went to take his shaft into her warm, wet mouth did he think to protest where she was doing it.

"The only one that would be able to see us from here would be Felicia and she'd have to come outside to do it," she winked as she licked around the underside of the mushroom cap "Tell me Douglas, has Felicia ever done this to you?" she cooed before she took the length of his shaft down her throat, her tongue extended to lick at his balls.

"Oh! Hot damn!" he said as he dropped his clipboard, his hands going to her head as she held her throat over his cock, her nostrils flaring as she remained still for what seemed like forever.

"I'm taking that as a no," she giggled, before resuming her deepthroating, bobbing her head back and forth skillfully.

It didn't last long. It was all too much for him; the hot, sexy naked wife greeting him at the door. Having his cock sucked right out in the open. Yes, she'd insinuated only Felicia could see them if she came out, but he could see the apartment buildings at the top of the hill in his peripheral vision. He knew better. And then there was the way she was sucking his cock; it was a new experience for him. He was on edge, ready to blast his load any second.

Ann leaned her body back, moving off her knees, squatting on her feet in front of him so she could spread her thighs in the process. He caught a glimpse of her golden pussy ring, her fingers playing with herself as she basically face-fucked him. Holding her head firm, he announced that he was about to cum.

That wasn't something she had planned on. She'd really intended only to suck him briefly, and then send him on his way to her neighbor, who would undoubtedly have gotten the fuck of her life. But Felicia had insisted that she never fucked him because he didn't have that kind of time with his job.

It didn't matter. He was too far gone to stop, so she instead held the tip of his cock in her mouth when he exploded, forcing her to swallow his load. Or hold it. She closed her throat, making the best of the situation she'd just created.

When he finished, she pulled back, opening her mouth to let him see the package he wasn't supposed to deliver to her. The grin on her face told him everything. She was surprised, but pleasantly so. Holding up a finger to tell him to stay put, she stood, walking down the hallway again.

Tina was on her back once more, Neil's thick cock pumping into her ass like he owned it. Which as his pretend wife, he felt he did. Leaning over, Ann grabbed her by the hair, forcing her mouth open, hovering over it with her own. Letting Douglas' cum drool from her mouth, she filled Tina's, before ending it with a lewd kiss.

"I thought you were sending him next door," Neil said when she got up to walk back to the living room.

"I am... he's just going over there with his balls empty."

"Did I agree to that?"

"He'd never been deepthroated like that before. I guess it was too much for him. Besides, Tina said to finish him off. Remember?"

"Oh, I remember exactly what Tina said," he winked, thinking about what it would be like to punish her. But that quickly left his mind when the woman he was fucking reached up and pulled at his nipples, getting his attention the hard way.

"You're fucking THIS wife... remember?" she chided, all while licking her lips from the fresh load Ann had brought her.

"Yes dear," he smiled as he spread her legs wider, gripping her ankles firmly as he

rammed harder into her ass.

Douglas had zipped up and was waiting patiently for Ann to return to sign his clipboard. She took it from his hand, staring wickedly into his eyes as he tried to resume doing his job.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Print and sign your name on line thirty-five please."

Taking his pen she did as he requested, her elegant penmanship etched perfectly on the assigned line. Then she did it again on the line below. Taking the clipboard back, looked at her name, puzzled as to why she'd done it twice.

When he looked at her, she answered his questioning expression. "The top one is for the package you brought me. The bottom one is for the cum you left in my mouth."

"Ummm..."

"Sorry, was I not supposed to do that?" she winked sexily.

"Oh, it's okay. I might have some explaining to do when I get back to the terminal, though," he smirked.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Douglas. Tell Felicia I'm sorry," she said, her hand patting his crotch as she returned his pen.

"Uh... I don't have a delivery for her today. Just you," he grinned.

"Well, you should probably go over there anyway. If I know her, she's been looking out her front window, wondering if you have something for her." She squeezed his cock through his shorts, feeling it start to rise again. "You wouldn't want her to be disappointed."

"God I love this neighborhood!" he exclaimed as he headed for his distinctive truck. "Thanks, Anna. You were amazing!"

"You're welcome Douglas. Thanks for bringing me what I ordered. And what I didn't," she called out as she stood naked in the doorway once again, her voice dripping with sexual overtones.

She waited for him to back up his truck up the hill, the beeping announcing to the neighborhood that the delivery was over. She watched it stop in front of the Wallace house, a bounce in his step as he walked across their yard empty handed to their front porch. She waited, and wasn't surprised when Felicia leaned around the corner to wave. Of course, it was a bit of a surprise that she was naked, but then again it wasn't a shock.

"This is a great neighborhood," she smiled.

She hid the other package Douglas delivered, wanting to wait to tell Neil about what she'd done. She wanted the timing to be right and she was grateful that it had actually shown up while he and Tina were otherwise occupied.

She smiled when she thought of answering the door like she had, amazed at how comfortable she'd become lounging around the house without wearing anything at all. She wasn't raised that way and yet it felt so natural to her now. Tina seemed to enjoy it as well; the two of them loving their time together while Neil was off at work.

It wasn't all sex between them. They did actually leave the house every once in a while. Ann took Tina out to see some of the local sights when they'd head out to lunch, which they did every day. They did a lot of shopping as well, hitting both of the local outlets a couple of times. She even took her to Henrietta's House so she could buy some sexy things to wear, letting her use her discount so she could afford to buy more. Ann even felt obligated to buy her a new outfit to replace the one she had the girls rip off her body the day she arrived.

Even while they were out on the town, they played. It was more like foreplay; two horny women daring each other to do something sexy and fun. They had a bag of toys they'd take with them, trying to keep each other turned on, which as it turned out wasn't all that hard. There had been a couple of times where each of them had actually been made to cum, the most recent of them being when Ann slipped her vibrating egg inside Tina's wet pussy while they were having lunch early Friday afternoon. She spent an hour bringing Tina close to the edge... finally pushing her over it right as the cute waiter brought the check. The look on his face was one Ann would never forget.

They were taking great delight in pushing themselves sexually wherever they were. Ann had to resist the urge to take Tina upstairs at Henrietta's, although she knew her co-workers wouldn't mind. Most of them knew she was bisexual, and Mary Ann knew why she was taking the week off. She'd been in on the secret from the start because Tina had changed her mind several times about even coming out. Then when she finally agreed, she had trouble picking out the week. It was hard for Ann to plan her vacation with Tina wavering like she had.

Ann ultimately decided against doing anything at the former brothel because they needed to get back to the house to be there when Neil came home. After all they were playing with each other while their husband was hard at work at the plant. They didn't want to disappoint him by not being there when he got home.

They hadn't. Not only did they always greet him in the most sexual ways, it didn't stop with that. He was having sex at least three times every night, and somehow, he had found a way to cum five times on Wednesday. The last one was in the wee hours of Thursday morning, but in Ann's mind it counted.

It wasn't just the fuck him home greetings. It was also a daily event for him to be sent off to work with a glorious blowjob by one or the other, usually as he read the morning paper at the dining room table. One of the girls would cook him breakfast while the other greedily sucked him dry, the two taking turns doing that as well. Whoever sent him off happy, the other would greet him at the door that afternoon.

All in all, it was draining him. At the same time, he was pushing himself because he knew it wasn't going to last forever. He found ways to rejuvenate himself at work, drinking lots of Diet Coke and eating energy food for lunch. The hardest part was that he wasn't sleeping all that well. Mainly because he seemed to have a perpetual hard on and he was always looking for a place to put it. He couldn't seem to get sex off his mind long enough to sleep.

The girls weren't doing much better. If Neil was thinking about sex countless times during his day, they never stopped. They almost never stopped having it, frankly. It amused him that he'd be at the house, and they'd just start up with each other. The first few days it was an attempt to get him hard again after he came. But there were other times when they just couldn't keep their hands off each other, or their toys out of each other.

He found it humorous that he kept coming across stray sex toys as he traveled through the house. He'd find them scattered all over the place, in every room. That fact really didn't surprise him. Since Tina arrived, he'd had sex with at least one of his wives in every room in the house, including the garage. They'd used the dining room table. They'd fucked in the hallway and in each bathroom... even in the tiny laundry room on top of the washer and dryer as they cycled through a load of clothes. And apparently, the girls were doing the same while he was away.

There would be toys on a table, or in the shower; even on the floor of the empty small bedroom. He found one between the cushions of the couch when he was looking for the remote control. There was one in a laundry basket when he went to put his clothes there. He saw one once in the passenger seat of Ann's car when he walked past it in the garage. And there was more than one night he found one in the king-sized bed that was never getting made, buried somewhere in the sheets. He even found several of them in the dishwasher, having been run through it to clean and sterilize them from being used so much.