Ann: The Married Years Ch. 18

They'd gone just a half block; the pale-yellow dress had transformed, becoming transparent as they made their way to the car. Her areolas were totally visible, her hardened nipples sticking out a half inch as the material clung to her body like it was painted on.

Her hair darkened, becoming longer as the curls of her perm disappeared. The good thing was that it had been such a hot day, the rain was rather warm and somewhat refreshing. It felt almost tropical. When they were two blocks from the car the shower had all but stopped, a rainbow appearing to the east. Steam was rising from the hot pavement, giving the streets of the town a romantic feel. Steam was also coming off Ann's body, albeit more of the erotic variety.

She kept her eyes straight ahead as she held her head high. She walked calmly. It was more of a strut, actually, her confidence soaring as she swayed her hips seductively. If her husband wanted to parade her along Main Street in a makeshift see-through dress like a slut, she was going to give him his money's worth. When she heard a honk, followed by a catcall she slowed a step, turning and smiling as she gave a little wave.

"Just so you know, I'm going to fuck your cock off when we get home, baby" she promised as she smirked at her smiling husband.

"Looking forward to it," he replied, putting his arm around her, squeezing her ass.

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Ann was frustrated. First, she was cold, the wet dress she was wearing making her shiver as Neil tried to adjust the temperature in the car to warm them up while not fogging the windows. And then there was the fact that he wouldn't let her suck him off on the way home, telling her he wanted to save his cum for later.

"You do know you're cumming more than once, right?" she said as she tried to talk him into it.

"Yeah... I'm counting on that. But I don't want us to be in these wet things any longer than we have to, and if you're doing that I'm going to have to drive slower. I'm already a little worried about flash floods as it is. We've had so much rain dumped on us in the last week you know it's eventually going to make its way down from the mountains."

She knew he was right. They'd lived there long enough to know the signs. It wasn't a question of if the creeks would begin to flood, but when. And the latest rain was just the kind to create the dangerous flash variety he spoke of.

Resigned that she'd have to wait for her fun, she sat back and tried to enjoy the ride. At least she finally warmed up, the towel he'd gotten from the back of the car wrapped around her shoulders. Still, she couldn't help but look at where she was sitting.

"We're making a mess out of the car, Neil. These seats aren't going to dry for a week."

"It was worth it," he grinned, thinking about how she'd looked when they strolled down the sidewalk.

She thought so too, still reveling in the emotional high from the stares, leers and comments she experienced as they walked the last block and a half to the Nissan. Closing her eyes, she relived the way he forcefully took her on the sidewalk, baring her body and her soul at the same time. It was raw. It was spontaneous. It was sexually explosive. It was just the kind of thing that their friends loved about them. And she couldn't be happier.

"What are you thinking about babe?" he asked as he put his hand on her thigh.

"The way you just made me cum on the street like that. I feel like such a slut right now."

"That's because you are. My job is to remind you of that from time to time."

"Well done. I love it when you make me do things like that."

"Cum?"

"HA... yeah, there's that. But I think you know what I mean. I love it when you make me do naughty things."

"That's because I love driving you to the point where you become a naughty slut," he said as his hand slipped up her thigh. "Part your legs, Anna. I want to see your pussy."

"I thought you were worried about keeping your eyes on the road," she teased.

He smacked the inside of her thigh, making her yelp, his icy stare making her snap her legs open. She bit her lip again in excitement and did as he wanted, going so far as to lift her ass and pull her dress up for him, giving him total access to her lower body with his eyes.

At that point, he was no longer interested in looking. Instead his magical fingers returned to the wet slit where her legs met, sliding in effortlessly as he began playing her like his personal sexual instrument. By the time they reached their destination, she was practically singing at the top of her lungs.

She'd turned to face him, her back wedged against her seat and the passenger door. Her left leg was on Neil's side of the center console, her ankle resting on his knee. Her right foot was up on the dashboard, opening her body as wide as she could for him. Her arms were spread too, one along the back of her seat, the other along the window, her hands gripping at the air in a futile attempt to hold on as she came for him.

Pulling in he parked, quickly shutting off the engine so he could turn his full attention to her. She thought he was going to stop and take her in the house but he had other ideas. Taking his fingers from her cunt, he forced them into her mouth like he had on the street, making her taste her cum; making her to clean his hand. As she did, moaning happily, he reached under his seat and pulled out a leather glove, one of a pair he kept there for emergencies.

With her mind and her mouth occupied on what she was doing, he took aim. Cocking his wrist again in an entirely different way, he snapped it forward, the fingers of the glove hitting her where his fingers had just been. They landed on her pussy, the hardest of the blow directed at her protruding clit.

"UUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!" she squealed, her mouth clamping down over his hand as she reacted to what he'd just done.

It was unexpected. But it was just a taste. He did it five more times before he stopped, tossing the glove onto her heaving chest. He left her there, wide-eyed, helplessly trying to catch her breath from the surprise attack on her unsuspecting cunt. He got out of the car, walking around to open her door for her.

As he did, he smiled. She was reacting just as he'd hoped.

It was a calculated risk on his part, but one he was willing to take. He'd given her some hints to that point, telling her she'd been a naughty girl, and that she was on her way to becoming a naughty slut. He followed that up by making her do something very daring along the Main Street of their town, using her exposed body several blocks away from where she worked. Hell, it was just two from the bank she used to work at.

Then he planted a few not so subtle seeds, smacking the inside of her thigh as he told her to spread her thighs. It wasn't just how he slapped his hand against her leg; it was the cold, direct stare he gave her when she'd teased him, thinking he was being playful. And once he'd given her an incredible orgasm while barely taking his eyes off the road, showing off just how well he knew her body and what she needed, he went one step further.

That glove was designed to whet her appetite. The fact that it was black and leather was a stroke of luck, but one he hoped would work to his advantage.

He had suggested that things had changed in their relationship. And they had. Not necessarily in a bad way, because he loved her and who they were as a couple. But there had been something missing; a part of her sexual persona that had been tucked away for so long he wondered if it still existed. He had been thinking about it for a few weeks, and their talk at the restaurant seemed to unlock a door. All he was doing now was hoping to open it.

"I wonder if that's enough to make Annabelle want to come out and play soon," he said to himself as he reached for the door handle.

He wasn't going to force it. But he was trying to lead her where he wanted to go, hopeful that she wanted to follow. Yet he knew if it was going to be real, she needed to want to do it. All he could really do was hint and suggest, showing her that he was willing if she were. But as quickly as he set that stage, he knew he had to let it go. If for no other reason than he didn't want it to consume him.

The last thing he wanted was to be disappointed. Or worse, let her see that he was. That wouldn't be fair. He wasn't married to the idea. He just realized it had been a long time, and that made him curious. And that got him to longing for it. Yet longing for something...for anything, could lead down a very dangerous path; one where he could become obsessed. To fight that off would take a great deal of self-control. And if there was one thing he was confident in, it was that he had that trait. It was what made him good at it when he was given the privilege of dominating Annabelle.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door of the car slowly, knowing her back was against it. "Take your time, Neil," he said to himself calmly, knowing he'd done what he could at that point. The rest would require time and patience. He knew it wasn't going to happen that night, if it were ever going to happen at all. All he could do at that point was wait and observe, and be ready if she decided she wanted to delve into that side of her sexual life again.

The door startled her. She had to grab onto the headrest of her seat to keep from falling backward. As she did, she also clutched at the glove resting on her chest. The pungent aroma of the leather made her inhale deeper. She actually lifted the glove closer to her nose, taking it in one more time, letting it waft over her senses for the briefest of moments. It struck something inside her, much like what he'd used it for.

"I wish he would have kept going," she confessed to herself as he helped her out of the car. It was a passing thought, but it left her the moment he told her to toss the glove onto the passenger seat.

He could see the disappointment in her eyes, and he had to fight off the happy smirk that wanted to jump on his face. Instead, he took her hand and said, "Come on... I want to get you home so you can fuck my cock off like you promised."

She froze, looking around the parking lot they were standing in. "Where the hell are we?"

"We're at the golf course," he smiled, referring to the one that was on top of the hill to the east of their odd little development.

"What are we doing here?"

"It's as close as I could get," he shrugged.

Neil had been right. The consecutive days of rain coupled with the heavy storm that crossed the valley had resulted in flooding. The creek that ran to the west of their house had spilled over its banks, crossing over one of the roads that led to their house. The other road to their house was closed as well, a fallen tree having taken down some power lines.

The parking lot of the golf course was as close as he could get. Waiting for work crews to arrive or water to subside wasn't an option. The only reasonable way to get home was to park in the lot next to the clubhouse and walk from there.

They began making their way down a cart path that ran along one of the long fairways. They walked past that hole, and then a second. They were halfway down a third, much longer hole, when the skies opened up again.

Ann's dress had dried in the car, at least to the point that she hadn't been putting on another show when they'd started walking. In seconds she was right back to where she was on the sidewalk in town an hour before, her dress becoming a full body version of a wet t-shirt.

One would think that it would have been fine. After all, while they were out in the open, they were on a golf course in a downpour. They were alone. Or so she thought.

With them nearing one of the furthest points away from the clubhouse, it wasn't a surprise to Neil that the cart path would pass a rain shelter. He was a member of the course. He knew it was there, and why. Ann didn't understand what the open structure was for. That is until they approached it and she saw that it had several men sitting on the bench trying to keep them and their clubs dry until the skies cleared again.

It had been the first decent day in over a week; nice enough that the hardiest of golfers would look to take advantage and get in a round. Most avid golfers don't mind a little rain, or playing in soggy conditions. But they also have enough sense to scramble to the closest shelter when it was coming down like it was then.

"Neil!" she whispered nervously as she saw them, stopping in place as she wondered how to cover up.

It was in stark contrast to the way she felt walking down Main Street. The people who saw her there were in their cars driving by. This was different. For one, the men were outside and she'd be walking within twenty feet of them. She was also close to her home and for some reason that had her more anxious about how she looked.

"Yes?"

"There are guys under that shed!"

"I know. It's a rain shelter. That's what it's there for."

"We're going to walk past them!"

"I know that too. It's on the way home."

"But... I'm practically naked."

"Good point. I should probably do something about that," he smiled. Turning her toward him, he reached for the front of her dress, an evil grin on his face as he bared her breasts again. "There... now you're half-naked."

"Oh my God... NEIL!" she yelped, her eyes flashing so bright he wondered if there'd been a strike of lightning nearby.

"Come on, babe. You're making me wait." Taking her by the hand again, he pulled her along, once again making sure she was the one closest to the viewing gallery. As they neared the two foursomes in the shelter, he gave a little wave; his wide grin in sharp contrast to their open jaws. "Good evening guys. Don't mind us... just taking my slut for a walk in the rain," he called out as they walked past.

"Great day for it," one of them called back.

"You're supposed to ask if you can play through," another one joked.

Ann was shaking with excitement as she passed the leering eyes gazing at her tits. Her nipples were tingling, as was that special place between her legs. Each step made her pert tits bounce perfectly. She found a way to offer them a toothy smile, her confidence suddenly soaring as she heard the lewd comments being made about her. At least she thought she heard them over the raindrops. Maybe it was all in her head. It was hard to tell because she was so aroused. All she knew for certain was that the comment that turned her on the most was what Neil had said.

"He called me his slut!" she thought, her strut becoming more exaggerated as they moved away from her happy audience.

She felt the back of her dress being lifted again, this time up to the middle of her back. "Now you can really give them a show," he winked, knowing she'd been swaying her ass more once her breasts were out of view.

"Yes sir," she answered.

The reverent way she responded made Neil's cock jump. "She called me 'Sir'," he mumbled excitedly. It might have been just reactionary, or it could have been a Freudian slip. But she'd said it and that had him smiling inside. Still, he buried that desire, knowing the timing wasn't right. It just seemed to be getting closer.

He dropped her dress and told her to put her breasts away as they got closer to home, passing the large apartment building in their development. Yet she still felt naked as they walked through the neighborhood. The transparency of her dress was like a window into her soul, showing off the woman she was underneath. Not the superficial image; that of a sexy naked body. It was revealing the person that resided inside that vessel. It showed a confident, strong, intelligent woman; one that was funny, adventurous and full of life. And most important, it was exposing the essence of who she was at that very moment. She was Neil's slut, and she couldn't have been happier.

The rain had stopped again by the time they reached the house. But that didn't mean that everything was back to normal. The keypad on the garage didn't work and Neil quickly realized the power was off, most likely from the downed power lines nearby. Moving to the front door, he opened it with his keys, motioning for Ann to go inside first just as the sun peaked through a break in the clouds. She wondered if the storms were gone for good.

She stood there in the entry, dripping onto the carpet. "I don't think I've ever been wetter," she said as she slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders.

"You're pussy?" he grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt next to her.

Removing her arms from the straps, she grinned at him. "Hmm... right, as always."

He dropped his shirt on the floor and began working on his belt buckle, kicking off his shoes at the same time. "I love that sundress," he moaned as he looked at her naked body through it.

Peeling it down her sexy body, she laughed as it clung to her skin. "It was more like a rain dress today. Figures the sun starts to come out as soon as we get home."

"Yeah, well that's a good thing. We've only got a couple of hours of daylight left, and I want to see you when you fuck my cock off."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We don't have power."

"We could always light some candles. It would be romantic."

His deep blue eyes were peering at hers as she squinted, searching inside them, making her feel uneasy as she stood in front of him in just her heels. The corners of his mouth upturned into lascivious grin. "Are you sure you trust me with candles right now, Anna?" he asked, throwing another no so veiled hint of what was on his mind in her direction.

Her mouth opened, totally getting his reference that time. Quickly going back through the previous couple of hours in her head, it all started adding up. She wasn't quite in that frame of mind, but she could see herself being led there. Yet she knew herself, and if she wasn't totally committed, it wasn't going to be good for either of them.

He knew she was thinking about it from the length of time she stared back at him with a blank look on her face. Taking her off the hook, he finished stripping off his clothes and picked up what they'd both left on the floor.

"Go get cleaned up, Anna. Take a shower and let's get ready for bed."

He started walking toward the laundry closet, putting the wet things in the washer. "Don't you want to shower with me this time?" she asked.

"No... there's no lights. Do what I ask of you please. You have a half-hour."

"Yes sir," she said again. Only this time, she caught herself and it brought a wicked smile to her face as she made her way down the hall.

Five minutes later she was under the warm spray of the water, washing her slippery skin with a vanilla scented body wash, knowing that it was one of his favorites. She'd been given a half-hour, but she knew she had less than that, at least in the shower itself. With the power out they'd run out of hot water sooner than that, what with them both taking showers at the same time.

She had to towel dry her hair, which added time she normally wouldn't have used. It also took her a bit to put on her makeup in front of her dresser mirror, finding it too dark in front of her vanity. The fading sun coming through the bedroom windows helped a great deal. Then she had to decide if she was going to wear anything to bed. Pulling out a new red silk and lace camisole from her drawer, she chose to go ahead and give him something to take off her, wanting to at least make it appear that she could be patient in her desires. Her choice was contrary to the mood her husband was wearing at the moment. It was more suitable for making love, yet she knew they were going to fuck, which was why she selected a pair of red heels with a high ankle strap to complete her outfit.