Ann: The Married Years Ch. 25

"How could I read that wrong?" he wondered.

As the car hummed down the highway, he grew tired of the silence, even though the radio was playing. He wanted to be in a good mood. More importantly, he wanted his wife to be in one too.

Turning off the music, he glanced over toward Ann, who never took her eyes off whatever she was looking at through the passenger window.

"Are you okay, babe?' he asked, trying to be lighthearted.

"I guess."

"Yeah, there's that excitement I was looking for," he said sarcastically.

The bite in his sentence didn't faze her. She shrugged it off and replied, "It is what it is, Neil."

"Anna, what's wrong?"

She let out a long sigh and said, "Samantha's on a date."

"I thought you said she went to a party."

"Fine, she went to a party."

"What in the world does that have to do with our party?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with our party. It has to do with the fact that I'm still not pregnant."

"Wow... that was a left turn I didn't see coming," he said shaking his head.

She couldn't explain because she'd never told him about the wager. And she didn't want to tell him now because... well, she just didn't. Her mind wasn't on the bet anyway. It was too busy being consumed by the weight of not having conceived yet after months of trying.

"It's just that... I really thought I would be by now. And dammit, I'm tired of waiting."

"Babe, you knew it could take some time. The doctor said it could take up to six months once you come off the pill. It's been what, a little over four? Every woman is different."

"He said the average was three."

"No he didn't."

"I just don't understand why I have to be one of the ones that's so different that I have to wait so long," she moped.

"Listen to you. I thought we were past this impatient crap. Do I need to make you spend another week in the dungeon?"

"No! God no... I'm not ready for that again. Not yet, anyway."

"Good. Because I'd hate to think I'd have to tell your parents that we conceived their grandchild while you were tied up underneath the house. Of course, I'd leave out the part about the nipple clamps and the plug in your ass."

Ann snorted, which launched her into a giggling fit at the image of her mothers' face upon hearing the news. The laughter brought her out of her funk. For the most part, she was past the curse of being so impatient. Spending all that time in her dungeon had made a difference. While it didn't cure her of it, as if it was some affliction that required treatment, she was certainly more aware of how she acted. And she didn't get upset any longer when he pointed out that she had just fallen back into that old habit.

"You're right," she sighed. "I just want a baby so much."

"So do I, babe. And it will happen. We just have to be --"

"Patient," she smiled.

"So, you're okay."

"Only because I have you to keep me straight."

"That's what I'm here for. Now, get in the spirit."

"Spirit? To be honest, I really don't know why we're going."

"Funny."

"I'm serious. Everybody here hates the Cowboys. And they're playing the Bills for God's sake. It's going to be another blowout."

"Uh, a blowout is a good thing... remember?" he laughed, thinking of how much fun it was watching the girls strip and carry on with each score. Not to mention the new extra added bonus of oral sex for the winners of each quarter of the squares game they played.

"I know, I know. You're thinking with your cock again," she smiled.

"Hey, I haven't won one of those jackpots yet. This is my year."

"So you... as a Redskins fan, have no problem rooting for Dallas."

"I'm rooting for the NFC, because that's what we do... as long as there's the possibility of a blowjob."

"So you're less principled than Martina," she surmised.

"She only bowed out so Alphonso would take her to a game in Dallas this year. And he did... so there was a method to her madness."

"And she'll be the only one really rooting for them tonight."

"Nobody rooted against the Niners when they went to the Super Bowl a couple of years ago," he said of the first party they attended. "But you were the only one really rooting for them. Well, I was, but that's because I love seeing you happy."

"Maybe... but it still seems odd that you'd root for your biggest rival."

"I'm going into this thinking of it as rooting against the Bills. I would have rather seen Miami beat them in the championship game so someone new would be in the Super Bowl. But, they're in, and frankly, I think they're going to get crushed."

"Me too. That's why I said I don't know why we're going."

"We're going because it's our annual thing. We're going to see our friends. And we're going because you're a Super Bowl slut no matter who's playing. With any luck, you'll be naked by the end of the first quarter."

"Well I do like the sound of that," she giggled. "I'm just more worried that I'm going to be hammered by halftime from drinking so many shots of whiskey."

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"What are we waiting on?" Barry griped, growing impatient.

"It's who we're waiting on, dear," Carol said as she patted him on the cheek. "Alphonso and Martina aren't here yet."

"I would have thought Martina would have been here yesterday," Phil joked.

"Yeah... I'm not sure I can stomach an entire game with a Cowboys fan," Ben laughed. "And we have to root for them too."

It was easy to understand why Barry wondered what the holdup was. After all, there were eleven couples standing around the living room. Neil and Ann had arrived first, even though he'd been concerned about being late; but soon after they showed up the floodgates seemed to open. Barry really thought everyone was there.

Carol had long established the cap on the party at twelve couples. She knew the number might fluctuate from time to time, with a couple unable to make it, but in her head, any more than two dozen people would be too much to entertain. It was a large enough that it felt like a party, but small enough that it still came off as an intimate gathering of friends. And they had a happy group at the moment. Everyone liked each other, and they all loved the way the party had evolved to that point.

She started calling them the group the 'Double Dirty Dozen'. She'd even put that on the invitations, sending them out two weeks ahead of time as a naughty reminder that the party was fast approaching, and once again she proclaimed that the Super Bowl sluts would be performing during the game. She also noted that there would be a refresher course on ground rules an hour before kickoff. That was why everyone was there already, with the exception of one last couple.

"And how do you miss Alphonso?" Ben continued, teasing Barry. He was referring about how tall Alphonso was at 6'5" rather than the fact that he was black. After all, Walt and Yvonne were African-American as well, so it wasn't like that was what made him stand out. It was more that he looked like he could be playing linebacker in the game, to which Ben added, "Seriously, the guy is huge." He even held his hand above his head as a reference, showing the area Alphonso would occupy if he'd been standing there.

"I don't know," Barry shrugged. "I guess I'm just excited to get the party started."

But they couldn't; at least not yet. Since they had to wait, it turned into a big conversation amongst the rest of them. It did seem a bit odd that of all the people to be late, it was Alphonso and Martina. As Phil had mentioned, the prevailing thought was that if anyone would have wanted to be on time for the big game, it was Martina; she being the devout Cowboys fan.

Of course, they weren't actually late. The game was still an hour away. But the fun of the party was the extra-curricular activities that turned watching the game into an even bigger event. Carol was waiting for them to show up so she could cover the rules for the night.

Every year, things seemed to go just a little further. It started the first year with some innocent fun; three women drinking shots Jack Daniels whenever the NFC team scored a touchdown. Before the night was over, those three were also their shedding their clothes.

The following year, it grew in both number and in being daring. Olivia joined Ann, Martina and Carol, the four of them drinking and stripping. They all ended up in just their panties at the end of the game, and Olivia not only gave her husband a blowjob in front of everyone because she was thrilled that her Giants won, she also gave one to Alphonso because he won the final pot of the squares game they started playing as a group.

With that, the Super Bowl sluts had officially been christened. And in a way, a gauntlet had been thrown down, and the rest of the girls accepted the challenge the next year. Well... all except Martina. She bowed out because of her allegiance to the Cowboys. It wasn't like she rooted against the Redskins to win the game, but she didn't participate in the festivities like she had the previous two years because her husband teased her about her love of her team. Instead Alphonso and Martina made a wager. If she didn't participate, he'd take her to a Cowboys game in Dallas.

She won the bet, and so they traveled to Texas Stadium during the regular season. Of course, it was a game against his Redskins. He had to have some other compelling reason to go that far to see a game, so it might as well have been so they could both see their favorite teams play each other. She got the better of him there too, as they opened the season on a Monday night, and Dallas beat the defending champs 23-10. He was a good sport about it though, and they'd had a great time.

It was because of that sacrifice Martina made at the last party that there were just the other three girls were left to entertain. But they did have some help from Beth, who was serving as a sexy hostess in a revealing Indian squaw costume. The three participating sluts ended up doing shots and stripping after each NFC score, which was a change made to make sure they'd have a better chance of getting completely naked. They also agreed ahead of time to wear four articles of clothing so that when they stripped, they would all be starting with the same number of items to take off. The idea was to make it fair for everyone.

Still, Ann being Ann, she circumvented that last rule a bit, wearing a half bra and a see-through G-string. She made sure she took off her blouse first, and then her skirt. When she took her panties off on the third score, she was essentially the first one naked, although all three of them ended up in nothing their heels shortly afterward, remaining that way for the rest of the game.

There also ended up being one woman naked without heels, as Beth eventually succumbed to the exhilarating feeling she was getting from being so scantily dressed and leered at by most of the men at the party. Hell, she felt she was being looked at like a party favor, at least until the Super Bowl sluts started shedding their clothes. Suddenly jealous from the lack of attention, Martina convinced her to shed something herself; namely the prudish views she had been holding onto for so many years.

In a moment of bravery, Beth pledged to become a Super Bowl slut, and she began drinking shots and stripping midway through the game, with Martina mentoring her along the way. That was significant, because there was another big change that happened during that party. The winner of every quarter of the square game had received oral sex from one of the sluts.

It started with Carol giving a blowjob like Olivia had to end the previous party. But she did it at the end of the first quarter, once again upping the ante for what the sluts would do. But Ann saw that bet, and raised it, eating out Stacy when she won at halftime. That was the first time most of the people there had seen a woman eating another, especially having it happen live in front of them, and the vibe in the room was electric.

At the end of the party, Beth was officially initiated into the group when she had to eat out Martina, who'd won the final jackpot. It was ironic that she was a Cowboys fan, and yet she got the biggest prize for the Redskins winning the game. And she got a huge orgasm as a bonus. Now, everyone was waiting on her to arrive so Carol could go over whatever changes or rules that were going to be in effect for the party this year.

To pass the time, Carol was busy showing off her engagement ring to the girls, telling the story of how Barry surprised her on her birthday by asking her to marry him, with a little help from Ann.

"He actually fucked you there, on the mountaintop?" Kelly asked; her cute nose wrinkling as she tried to picture the scene.

"Yep. We went on a hike to the top of the mountain. He brought a picnic lunch that he'd made. When I got up to leave, he stayed on the blanket and got on one knee to pop the question... and we ended up having sex right there," she grinned.

"I'm sorry," Yvonne said, a question obviously puzzling her. "Just how did Ann help out with the surprise?"

"I got pictures of everything that happened the next week," she giggled.

"What?"

"She followed us, sneaking around, snapping pictures along the way from a distance."

"That was easy," Ann laughed. "Climbing that fucking tree with the camera? That was the tricky part."

"I love you for it though," Carol smiled. "She got pictures of us eating, and then him proposing... and then of the two of us going at it like animals!"

Kelly was just as confused as Yvonne, saying, "Wait, you would have had to use a camera with a telephoto lens to have them come out decent."

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, where the hell do you get those kinds of photos developed?"

"I have a friend named Rose in California that does it for us. It's her business, actually. She's great... and it's very discreet."

"Hmm... do you have a number, or an address," she laughed.

"Yeah, do you?" Yvonne added.

"Actually, I have some of her business cards in my purse. I can give one to all of you if you want."

Carol smiled and said, "And I can show you her work if you'd like to see it later. She mailed them right to the house in a package wrapped in wedding gift paper. I didn't know if I was more thrilled that I had a keepsake of the moment, or more terrified that I had a stalker taking pictures of me."

"She didn't know it was you?" Suzanne asked, pointing at Ann.

"Oh, I knew it as soon as I saw the pictures. No one else would have done it... and frankly, Barry wouldn't have asked just anyone else to help. But it was a little eerie to open up the package and realize we weren't alone. Not to mention to find out your best friend is a sneaky little shit that can make her way through the woods like a Ninja. It was like getting photos from a blackmailer."

After a while, the girls group splinted into a couple of smaller ones, but they all continued to talk. Ann found herself standing with Carol and the other two present members of the Super Bowl sluts, Olivia and Beth. It was like they were suddenly in game mode, even though the kickoff was still about forty-five minutes away. She glanced over at the large group of guys; eleven men huddled in a tight circle in another part of the room, talking. She laughed. "Look at them. It's like they're in the game, calling a play."

They weren't, but they were talking football. Neil had brought up a point about how Dallas was the third straight team from the NFC East division to play in the Super Bowl, and Phil followed that up with the fact that the Bills were the opponent in each game.

"Does that mean the Eagles get to play them next year?" Kenny joked.

"God I hope not. I think I hate Philly more than Dallas," Phil groaned.

Ben shook his head. "You know, I get the whole rivalry thing. But you have to admit, it's pretty cool that the NFC keeps stomping the shit out of the AFC teams, no matter who's in the game. What have we won, seven in a row?"

"Eight," Neil replied. "It would have been eleven in the Skins wouldn't have laid an egg against the Raiders. That still pisses me off... they were the better team."

"That's kind of my point," Ben nodded. "The NFC seems to always have the better team in the Super Bowl, no matter who they're matched up against. Most of the games aren't even close."

"I've got the same feeling about this one," Barry noted. Nodding toward his fiancée and the three women she was standing with, he smiled. "And I have a feeling they're going to make this night even more incredible because of it!"