Ann: The Married Years Ch. 18

Checking how the lingerie molded to her body, she shuddered from a thought that ran through her brain. "Maybe he'll rip this off me," she hoped, knowing she worked at a store where she could get a replacement.

Walking down the hall, she realized Neil was already out of the shower. She found him standing in the kitchen in a stylish pair of boxers. He'd opened a new bottle of wine he'd been eager to try and had two glasses breathing on the countertop of the island when he saw her enter the great room.

"You're beautiful, Anna," he said as she moved gracefully toward him.

"Thanks baby. It was a little harder to get ready."

"Ah... having to tough it out in the stone age," he teased, picking up a glass and handing it to her.

She inhaled the bouquet of the wine, twirling her glass as she did. She'd learned a lot about wine being married to Neil and she loved that it made her feel more sophisticated. Standing in the kitchen, she had an air of elegance come over her. With the way he was treating her, it was suddenly shaping up to be a nice, romantic evening. She wondered if she'd made a mistake putting on the heels.

She set that aside. Whenever she wore heels inside the house it made her feel sexy. Maybe it was going to be like other times when he took great pleasure taking them off of her so they could make love.

Being a gentleman and motioning for her to go first, she took a sip from her glass "Mmm, baby. This is good. Did they have wine in the stone age?"

"Ah... very funny," he said as he took a drink of his own, letting it wash over his palate. "Hmm... this is good. I'm going to have to remember this one."

She walked around the island, sidling up next to his hard body, her arms going around his waist as she nuzzled his neck. Raising her leg to brush the inside of his slightly parted thighs, she cooed, "Then why don't we make this the kind of night to help you remember it."

The slow foreplay continued as they finished the bottle, not wanting to worry about having to cork it and put it into a refrigerator that was currently not running. They didn't want to open the door anyway, wanting to keep it cold inside for as long as possible. And that was a concern because it was starting to get hot in the house. Not just because the air conditioner was off. It was getting steamy between them in the kitchen.

Then it got hot in the living room. Neil led Ann to the loveseat and they began making out, more like horny teenagers than consenting adults. They were both dressed for sex; her sexy red camisole contrasting perfectly against his black silk boxers. Yet in spite of their attire they were progressing rather slowly.

That was a bit odd considering the mood they'd both been in earlier. Ann had been convinced that they were in for a night of wild fucking. She'd said as much. But the wine and the atmosphere had softened the mood considerably. So much so that she actually had him take off her shoes so she could curl her feet up underneath her on the tiny couch, offering them both more comfort. She sighed, thinking about how a night of passionate lovemaking was now ahead of her. "This is going to be nice," she thought as she leaned back and relaxed, allowing him room to kiss along her neckline; the way his tongue snaked across her skin was driving her insane.

His body pressed into hers, her hands finding his firm, smooth chest; her thumbs casually flicking over his nipples. His hands held her ribs, threatening to move up and cup her breasts. Yet they lingered where they were, gently stroking her through the camisole.

She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh and she wished it would poke through the opening of his boxers so she could feel the wet trail of precum it would undoubtedly leave behind on her skin. She was beginning to regret putting on the matching G-string, hoping he would stab her hungry pussy with his cock. She craved that feeling, wanting to feel her walls stretched as he entered her slowly, making her moan with desire.

She was already moaning, his mouth now pressed to hers, their lips slightly parted as their tongues made love in their own delicious way. Her legs parted as well, inviting him between them. He remained still, concentrating on their kiss, his hands moving up and down her ribs, not making any moves to one of her more obvious erogenous zones. She found herself whimpering as he bit playfully at her lower lip, his hands close to her pelvis. His half-moan, half-laugh made a shiver run up her spine. He wasn't necessarily teasing her but he was testing her patience.

It was something she should have expected. It was the beginning of a long weekend; what would normally be a fantastic one, at least as far as Neil's job and the rotating shifts they both had to deal with. He was going from first shift to second, and that meant he wasn't going back into work until four on Monday afternoon. Whenever that happened it meant their 'Sunday' would last a lot longer.

When that particular rotation came around, once every three months, she'd wait with anticipation praying he wouldn't have to work that Saturday. If he didn't, it would set in motion a celebration of sorts. They'd always start it on Friday night with a dinner at a nice restaurant, and it wouldn't end until when they both went to work Monday afternoon. Whenever Neil worked second shift, Ann would work afternoons at Henrietta's. That way, they could spend more time with each other. It would offer them seventy-two straight glorious hours together.

But this time would be different. Several of the girls at the store were taking time off, including Mary Ann. With school being out it was foreseeable and it was all planned far in advance. Because of that, Ann would be working during the day for the first three weeks of Neil's shift.

She was dreading it, mainly because that meant they'd barely see each other during the week. But she couldn't complain. She hadn't worked there that long compared to the rest of the staff, yet she'd just taken a week off herself, spending the entire time enjoying Neil and Tina. Besides, summer was vacation season and she knew when she got back into retail that there were going to be times like that. While she had a great deal of flexibility in her schedule that allowed her happiness in her personal life, she knew she needed to be there for her co-workers so they could have the same thing.

She loved her job and she loved the people she worked with. It was just part of the package when it came with working and she and Neil both knew that. As he prolonged the foreplay, she was squirming. She wanted to move on, knowing that they were going to have less time to enjoy each other in the coming weeks.

They'd still have sex. She'd see to that. But she'd come to enjoy the other times they'd share just being together. And with them being on opposite shifts, it was pretty much going to be a quick fuck whenever he eventually came to bed or when she got up to get ready for work. It was exactly the scenario they'd tried to avoid, and for the most part they had been able to once she left the job at the bank and started working at Henrietta's.

She wasn't depressed about it. She knew they'd make the best of this situation, and she knew when the three-week stretch was over, they'd more than make up for the time they'd be forced apart. It was just three weeks. They'd gone longer than that before.

At the moment though, it felt like it had been years since he'd been inside her. Her impatience, which was perhaps her only true character flaw, was starting to surface.

Neil was thrilled. The way she was squirming and moaning was exactly how he'd hoped she would react. The longer he drew things out the more she craved his body. The more she craved the more desperate she became. He wasn't really teasing her. That wasn't his motivation or his mindset. He did have a destination though, and the path there meant simply taking his sweet time, which drove her nuts. It was exactly the frame of mind he wanted her in.

He'd been giving her hints and planting seeds for hours. One of the telltale signs he looked for when it came to alerting him that Annabelle might be nearby was Ann's lack of patience. Yet those same signals could be often misconstrued, Anna Renee showing up instead. If that were the case her inability to control her sarcasm could lead to the rare fight, and the odd make-up ritual they'd somehow stumbled onto would surely follow.

This wasn't a circumstance where his wife was going to do or say something that would create an argument or an act of stubborn defiance that had nothing to do with sex. The hammer incident coming to mind as an example. No. Sex was the only thing that was on Ann's mind at the moment and that meant he would be dealing strictly Anna for the night. He just hoped that Annabelle might be peering from around the corner, watching intently.

He wasn't looking forward to the three weeks they'd be working different hours any more than she was. But he was philosophical about it. It would give him some time to get some things done around the house, and the time they did spend together would be intense because of it being more limited. He was looking at the situation as her pussy being half-full rather than half-empty. Either way, he was going to get laid and it was going to be incredible.

There was also some inspiration that came out of all of it. Three of the most amazing times Ann had become Annabelle had been after they'd been apart for so long. The first being after they'd spent so much time waiting to be together after becoming engaged, taking advantage of the incredible opportunity the resort in Colorado offered on their memorable trip across the country.

The second was at the hotel he had temporarily called his home. They had been apart again for well over a month when he started his new job, Ann remaining in Indiana to plan their wedding. The initial dabbling back into that world occurred between Neil and Barbara, the beautiful escort played expertly by an inspired Ann. He was on the receiving end that first night. All that did was fuel her desire to throw herself into Annabelle a few days later, and Neil took full advantage.

The other that came to mind was their first experience in their new home the weekend after they were married. With the majority of their possessions still in route on a moving van traveling from Indiana, the furnishings were sparse. But they did have the toy chest, placed prominently at the foot of the king-sized bed Carol had surprised them with. Even though she offered, Neil eschewed the notion of using that room as a place to play. She'd made it clear that she intended to use the guestroom as Annabelle's playground.

He smiled as he thought about how she reacted to him effortlessly dragging the ornate chest into that large, empty room, placing it in the center. He then honored the request she made soon after they bought it at an auction.

He bent her over and tied her to it as a beginning to that incredible weekend. It was after that start that he showed her just how great he was at playing the role of her loving Master. He pushed the trunk against the far wall, leaving it open so he could grab whatever he needed at any time. With that being the only thing in the room besides the two of them, it had her wondering just how the experience would even work without him having anything to bind her to.

She soon discovered the genius of the man loved. She'd become distracted by the lack of... anything, really. He saw the unlimited possibilities that the barren space provided. Twenty minutes later she was the centerpiece in the middle of the floor, her body tied and constricted, bound to herself. She couldn't move if she wanted, his minimalist approach proving he was playing the role at a level she could only hope to reach. And if she did, he certainly would anticipate it and still be five moves ahead of her. When he finally allowed her first climax hours later, she actually had a moment of orgasm induced delirium, thinking it would be a sin to put furniture in the room at all.

Obviously, they did. And they'd used the unique design of the furnishings she bought to decorate it as part of their dark, erotic fun between Annabelle and her master. Yes, there had been other times where they'd played around with the bondage gear, but not many to be truthful. Annabelle was a mysterious woman that appeared all too infrequently. It was like she was a special guest star among the vast cast of characters that were a part of Ann. It was another factor that made the times she did appear more memorable.

As memories of Annabelle went, it was those three that stood out, and there were three common denominators that linked them. A long time period between appearances of the star of the show was the first that came to him. The second was a lengthy separation between the two of them physically. The last was Ann being in the right frame of mind to delve into that part of her sexual personality.

The first one already had a checkmark next to it on the list, and the second would likely happen over the coming weeks. Yes, they would still have sex even though they'd be working different hours. But they had always had sex in the days leading up to Annabelle's arrival. This would likely be no different.

There just seemed to be something in that combination that was promising to him. Maybe it was the infrequency of the sexual activity or the limits that were placed upon them by their jobs. Perhaps it was the lack of quality time together while they weren't having sex that made the difference. Either way, one of those scenarios somehow meshed with the fact that it always had been so long since she'd submitted to him, and that somehow made her desire it more. At least he wondered, thinking he was onto something and it just might be what would lead to the third tiny box on the list finally getting a checkmark in it.

In the meantime, he was still trying to push the right buttons, preying on her impatience, all the while giving her loving attention. It was a risk, switching from the idea of fucking to lovemaking. He wasn't even sure why he went with it, other than it was his gut reaction when he saw how she was dressed, knowing they were without power and sharing an out of this world bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. The setting practically insisted on making love.

He was into it now. Without power he was already going to be sweating buckets without the A/C on. The idea of all out fucking, while appealing on one level seemed unpleasant on another. He wanted no part of taking a cold shower afterward because the water heater still wasn't working. Making love appeared to be the practical choice. If they were going to fuck, he'd want to clean up with warmer water than what would be available to them.

Then again, sometimes warm water made him think more about being dirty that getting clean.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Any idea when the power's going to come back on?" Veronica asked her mother as she looked out the patio door, stewing.

Felicia chuckled at her daughter's question, more because it was the second time she'd asked it in the last half-hour. "No, Roni. I told you, we can't call the power company... because we don't have power."

"And you can't call the telephone company when your phone doesn't work. Pretty stupid that they even have numbers to call to report those kinds of things," she griped. "I can't believe it's raining again. This is like living in England, for God's sake."

"You don't know that. You've never been to England. Or Seattle... or the Amazon... or anywhere else they supposedly get a lot of rain. This might seem mild to them. It is what it is sweetie."

"Yeah, relax, honey," her husband Brian said as he walked up behind her, massaging her shoulders, watching the rain with her through the glass.

Brian and Veronica had stopped by the Wallace's to pick up their daughter Millie. Felicia had been watching her for them while they went out to see a movie. Technically Jason had watched her too, but Felicia lived for the moments she got to be a grandmother just as much as she did for the times, she could be a sexy slut. It was a strange paradox, but she wasn't ashamed of it. And really, neither was Veronica. Her parents had always been open about the subject of sex, and she hoped to raise her daughter the same way. While she didn't know the things, they did in their marriage, she could appreciate that her parents were actively sexual and extremely happy together.

"Okay," she sighed. "There's not anything we can do about it anyway. We're stuck here."

And they were. Shortly after they showed up the power went out. Not that that mattered. They were going to be leaving anyway. It was part of their date night plan. Millie would fall asleep as soon as they buckled her in her car seat and drove off. They had intended to grab something to eat on the way home knowing their daughter had already been fed. When they turned the corner and found the tree down in the middle of the road, power lines entangled amongst the branches, Brian turned around knowing they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Not with water flooding over the other road the other direction away from the where his in-laws lived.

Veronica didn't figure that out as fast as he did. She was under some illusion that the power company had magical work crews that would be there as soon as something happened. She wasn't factoring in how many other places might be having problems, and just how long it might take for someone to arrive to resolve the problem.

"They're not just flipping a switch, honey," he said to her when she first complained about not being able to go home. "The lines are down. The road is blocked. Someone has to physically remove the tree and put the lines back up. It's going to be a while. A long while."

She was anxious to get home because she wanted sex. The whole idea of seeing a chick-flick to begin with was to get them to connect and she was very much in the mood. Having their night altered in such an unforeseeable manner wasn't something she was adjusting well too. She was horny, and it didn't help that she was hungry.

An hour later they were still waiting and Felicia said what needed to be said. "You're staying the night Roni. You might as well face it. Let's get Millie out of that car seat and into the crib so she doesn't wake up fussing."

"I don't want to spend the night here, Mom," she whined. She hated the idea of having to stay. At least she was thankful that her mother watched Millie or her young cousin enough that Jason had put up a crib for their nap times.

Felicia moved closer so she could whisper. "Your father and I don't care if you have sex with Brian while you're here, Roni. I know that's why you're so anxious right now. Just relax. It'll be fine. It might even be fun for you to do it somewhere different."

Veronica wasn't surprised her mother had figured it out. And truth be told she didn't have a problem having sex with her husband at her parent's house. It was Brian that was uncomfortable with the idea, which meant that if they were spending the night chances were good that she wasn't going to be getting what she'd spent the entire week dreaming about.

"It's not me. It's Brian," she grumbled.

Felicia shrugged and said, "Have a little faith. Maybe he'll come around this time."

"Yeah, right."

"Well, suit yourself," she said as she went to the car seat, carefully extracting her granddaughter out of it so as not to wake her.

A half-hour later Veronica was looking outside the patio window and she'd just asked the question that second time, getting an answer she didn't want in return. Resigned that her romantic night with her husband was now over, she sighed, even as he massaged her shoulders. That almost made it worse. She longed for his touch, and now that she had it, she wanted more. But there they were in the kitchen, alone while not being alone.