Ann: The Married Years Ch. 27

"We'd like to stay in the Midwest, but the odds of us both finding jobs in the same place is going to be tough."

"Maybe... maybe not," he winked.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, what's that mean?" Shirley said, sitting up straight in anticipation.

"How do you feel about St. Louis?"

Now Fran perked up, her glass half-empty outlook suddenly reversed. "What are you talking about, Neil?"

"We happen to have a sister company just outside St. Louis, and they've just started a management training program. They're looking for bright, hardworking college grads that can be groomed for, well... pretty much what you just did."

"You're kidding!" they said, almost in unison.

"Here's the number of Cal Olsen. He's the man in charge of the training program. He's expecting a call from each of you on Monday so he can do a phone interview."

"Neil... I... I don't know what to say," Shirley stammered.

"Well, that says a lot actually. That's the first time you've been at a loss for words since I met you," he laughed.

Fran jumped up and started to run around the table, but she froze. "Is it inappropriate to hug you," she smiled.

"They'll probably tell you yes in the training, but I hug my employees all the time," he grinned as he stood up. "The interviews are pretty much a formality. The jobs are yours if you want them. Cal will help you find a place to live, and work out the details. I'm so proud of both of you. Like I said, you've made a bad situation a pleasant one. Well... for the most part."

"I bet. We know you can't wait to get back to Ann. What time do you fly out?" she asked as she finished squeezing him.

"The flight leaves tonight at six-thirty... but I have a layover this time. I won't be getting landing at Dulles until about eleven. But you're right. I can't wait."

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

It was a turbulent flight to Cleveland, particularly when they flew over Lake Erie on the approach. But the flight to Washington was proving uneventful. He was looking out the window at the lights below, trying to figure out where he was based on his knowledge of geography. He knew they were flying over the Shenandoah Valley, as he recognized some of the telltale landmarks, even at night.

Lights along the interstates were in view,

which allowed him to make out the banks of the Potomac. He realized he was about to fly directly over where he lived.

"If only I could parachute from here," he sighed as he strained his eyes, looking for his house. He didn't find it, but he did see the plant, mostly because of how huge it was; the illumination of the parking lots making it easy to spot.

He groaned. He could actually see where he was going to eventually end up, but he was forever from being there. The good news was that he'd be seeing Ann much sooner than that. He was certain she was already at the airport waiting on him. Checking his watch, he knew he was likely about twenty minutes from touching down, give or take a little depending on the air traffic going into Dulles. Hell, they could have him circling for an hour waiting to land for all he knew.

Slumping back in his seat, he tried to think of happier thoughts. Oddly, the first one that popped into his head wasn't Ann. It was Shirley and Fran, their ecstatic expressions coming to mind when he'd confirmed a second time that they pretty much had jobs waiting for them if they were willing to move to St. Louis.

As it turned out, Shirley had family near there. And while Fran didn't, that didn't stop her from giving Neil another hug as he went to get in his car to head to the airport. Shirley hugged him too, the duo promising to keep in touch so they could tell him about how things were going. He saw his smile in the reflection of the plane window. While he hated being away from his wife for so long, at least something positive had come out of the experience.

When he heard the landing gear going down, he jumped in his seat. He'd never removed his seatbelt because of the turbulence on the first flight, and being lost in thought about the girls, he totally missed the announcement of the plane starting its approach. Now his heart was beating, knowing Ann was nearby and he'd be seeing her soon. At least, as soon as it would take for the plane to taxi to the terminal, and for the couple hundred passengers to disembark... and then for him to ride the silly bus system they had at Dulles just to get from the terminal in the middle of the infield to the main one where he'd claim his luggage.

The screech of the wheels was indeed a welcome sound; the sudden deceleration as the engines reversed bringing the massive aircraft to a crawl at the end of the runway. When it turned to start heading toward the terminal, he sighed.

"Well... only another 'who knows how long' before I see her."

Ann was waiting by the luggage claim area, where she'd agreed to meet him. He insisted it was silly for her to come all the way to the gate. In truth, she didn't mind. Normally she would have ignored him, her impatience trumping his sensibility. After all, she missed him just as much as he missed her. But she couldn't bear the thought of going on that rickety bus they used, especially the part where it would lower to a normal height, and then rise into the air to dock on the other side. Just the thought of all that motion made her queasy, remembering the last time she'd ridden it to drop him off.

It was such a unique concept; a way to add a second terminal while utilizing the vast space of the airfield. But the buses were so specialized, right down to having two steering wheels, on one each end. The driver didn't back up... they just moved to the other end and drove in the opposite direction. Yet it was the up and down part, where the bus would elevate or lower using a hydraulic lift; that was what had her suddenly uneasy.

She was weary, the time apart leaving her emotionally drained, but she'd set that aside in her mind, trying to focus on what she was doing and why she was there. First, she was thrilled he was coming home, and on a Friday night. It was just a couple days shy of six weeks since he left, but when he first got to the assignment, he'd been worried it might be much more than that. She'd been on pins and needles since then, praying he wouldn't be gone longer.

And there was the promise that he'd get a week off; an extra vacation week so he could spend some time with his wife. It was part of Andy's reward for a job well done. That meant he'd be home for the week. That also meant second shift, her least favorite, would only be one week long once he went back to work.

But mostly she was thrilled to have him back in bed with her, the very idea making her relax. She hadn't slept well at all, and he always had such a calming influence over her. It was one of the things she missed the most while he was away.

She couldn't wait to surprise him. It was so hard for her to be patient, but it was a lesson well learned. She'd gotten a grip on it over the months that passed since she'd submitted to him in so many delicious ways in her dungeon. It seemed like this was the culmination of all of that... training? In reality, what else would it be called other than that... he'd taught her the value of being patient, and she'd learned.

"Like a good little slut," she giggled as she thought of that memorable week spent underneath the house in the naughty playground he'd created just for her.

She became nervous when she saw the sign over the carousel announce the flight had landed; the luggage soon to start the odd journey on the moving belts that snaked around the huge room. It was time to make sure she was ready for her surprise. She hadn't been able to do anything for him while he was away, so she was going to make up for that with the perfect welcome home.

While she didn't necessarily feel sexy, the fatigue from her insomnia sapping her of much of her energy, she'd gone out of her way to look it. Paying homage to an acquaintance they'd met during their trip to move her from California to Indiana during their engagement, she'd dressed up as a sexy limo driver, but even more risqué. She was flat-out daring.

The pleated navy-blue miniskirt was practically microscopic. It covered her, but it actually flashed a bit of cheek if she bent in the slightest way. She was wearing blue stockings that matched it, along with a black garter belt, the straps of which were totally visible. She had to wear a thong with the skirt because of how short it was, although she wrestled with the decision to go without one for almost an hour. She didn't mind showing the bottom of her perfect, tight ass, but showing off her pussy in an airport was further than she was willing to go, no matter what impression she was trying to make.

The navy blazer was actually cropped, showing off her flat, toned stomach. The sleeves only came to the middle of her forearms, making it look like it was designed for someone much smaller than her already petite frame. Having to cave on the thong, she made up for it by ignoring the need for a blouse underneath that stylish jacket. Instead she'd used two buttons, not wanting to flash too much skin too soon. But she unfastened them one once it became clear her husband would be coming down the escalator fairly soon. It would be obviously to anyone that bothered to look that the jacket was the only thing she was wearing above the waist.

She completed the outfit with five-inch heels, and a navy chauffer's hat, much like the one Molly had worn during their night together in Omaha. Ann was wearing it slightly cocked on her head, pinned in place, giving her an even sexier appearance, if that were possible. Taking the sign she'd made to draw attention to herself, as if she needed a prop to do that, she held it over her head like a ring girl between rounds of a prize fight. The move lifted the hem of the blazer, bringing the bottom of her breasts into view, her areolas barely hidden.

She'd been stared and leered at since she walked into the airport, more than one man almost falling over trying to get a better look. Frankly, more than one woman became pissed at their significant other for lewdly staring at her. Holding the sign only made her more of an attraction, like one of the breathtaking monuments on the nearby National Capitol.

Her favorite reaction was that of a husband who had the fortitude to stand up for himself; chiding his wife for her public outcry of disgust at the way he was staring. "She's married, Leslie. She's wearing a ring."

"So... I still wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like that!"

"I know... that's why I was looking at her. I figure I might as well enjoy a woman who actually knows how to welcome her man home from a long week on the road."

"IT'S BEEN SIX WEEKS," Ann called out with a happy smile, holding up the sign that simply read, Mr. Thomas.

It was one of those signs you see in airports, where a driver holds up a placard to announce the name of the person they're supposed to pick up. It was a personal touch; part of hiring a limousine service to drive you where you need to go once you arrive.

Ann stood near the foot of the escalator; her feet spread shoulder width apart, a smoldering confidence in her eyes. The sexy smirk on her face startled many of the people riding down the moving stairs. A couple of men groaned when the saw her and one even claimed to be Mr. Thomas, which made her laugh.

"I don't think so... but nice try," she grinned, wiggling her ring finger as she remained focused ahead, searching for Neil.

"Can't blame me for trying," he shrugged as he moved to the side to find his bags.

It seemed to take forever, her patience being tested as she stood frozen in place, enduring the eyes that were leering at her. She didn't care though; she loved the feeling of being desired, and the heat it was stirring between her legs made it well worth it. She was reveling in the moment.

After what seemed like forever, she saw him, recognizing the self-assured stance. One foot on the lower step, the other one higher; hand firmly placed on the black rubber handle that moved in tandem with the escalator stairs. The diamonds of his wedding band flashed as he passed under a light, his handsome face catching a glimpse of her sign... and what she was wearing.

The smile that followed was perfect, his brilliant white teeth almost blinding her as he made it to the bottom. Stepping forward in a smooth, graceful stride, he slowly moved toward her, taking in her outfit.

"This is going to be a fun night," he thought to himself as he imagined how it would proceed. They might not even make it out of the airport the way she was dressed. He wanted to bend her over the railing next to her and fuck her right then and there.

As much as his insides were flipping and flopping, he remained cool on the outside as he approached. He loved that she was still waiting in place...waiting for him to say something. He assumed they were role-playing, and he decided to jump right into character.

"Hello... I'm Mr. Thomas," he said from a distance, spoken with a confidence that landed in her chest, making her knees weak.

Unwavering, she continued with her plan. "I know," she smiled. "You're my husband."

It surprised him that she'd not picked up on his obvious lead in. That is until he saw her biting her lip nervously. Adjusting quickly, knowing she must have some other fantasy in mind, he changed his approach. In fact, he stopped altogether, looking at her and her elegant sign.

"Okay... let me try this again. Hello Anna."

She flipped over the sign to show him the other side. His eyes read the words, his mouth falling open in disbelief.

"Wait... you're... PREGNANT?" he shouted, the joy of the news making him instantly weep as she nodded almost bashfully.

Racing over, he swallowed her in his arms, planting a huge, wet kiss on her perfectly painted red lips.

Pulling back, he looked into her beautiful chocolate eyes, which were welling up just like his.

"Welcome home, Daddy."

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

They waited by the carousel for Neil's luggage to arrive. Ann was standing in front of him, slowly grinding her ass against his crotch playfully. He had his arms around her waist, his left hand stroking her bare stomach gently.

Her head leaned back against his shoulder as he held her against him, a soft moan coming from her chest. He was still coming to grips with her surprise.

"How far along are you, babe?"

"The doctor says I'm eight weeks. It's really confusing how they calculate it. Basically, it has to do with your cycle and when you menstruate, and all that. I didn't understand it fully, but somehow, it's like they add two weeks to when you conceive. That happened the weekend you left, from what they're telling me... which makes sense. You fucked the living shit out of me that weekend."

"Are you sure that was when. We didn't really try that weekend."

"I know, right. I'm pretty sure I swallowed more cum than you shot in me... and that's not counting you cumming on me or in my ass," she giggled.

"You know, I don't think I actually came inside you but once... at the end."

"Twice."

"There was another time that weekend? I don't...."

"You came in me twice at the end, baby. Just before we scrambled to the get you here," she grinned, motioning to where they were standing. "Don't you remember? I told you we needed to get you to the airport, but you were still hard as a rock inside me, and you fucked me again. You gave me two huge loads in like twenty minutes!"

"Oh... yeah," he chuckled.

"I asked Dr. Duncan if that was why we finally conceived."

"What?"

"I asked her if you cumming in me twice like that, pretty much making a wet, sloppy mess of my pussy... I... I wanted to know if that was why we finally got pregnant. I'd been asking her for tips and advice for months, and I wondered if that contributed to it."

He shook his head and laughed. "What did she say to that?"

"Other than laughing out loud like you? She said that's not how it works. She did ask me for some tips, though. She wanted to know what I do that could get you so worked up to fuck me like that. She's also impressed you could stay hard and fuck me twice in a row without really stopping. She thinks you're a stud, by the way... literally. Those were her exact words. She wants to know how to get her husband to fuck her like that."

"Oh my God. What did you tell her?"

"I told her to tell him he wasn't going to get laid again for six weeks, and he'd fuck like there was no tomorrow. She asked what that meant, and I told her. Anyway, you're a stud in her eyes. You always have been in mine," she sighed happily.

"I can't believe you talked to her like that."

"It's me, Neil. Of course you can. I talk to my friends like this. Besides, she's my doctor, and she's awesome. And damn cute. I actually have a little crush on her... and I think it's mutual."

"What!?"

"There's definitely a sexy vibe between us."

"Sexy, or sexual?"

"Okay, it's sexual, if you want me to put a fine point on it. I'm not going to act on it. Neither is she, but it's fun to think about. We flirt a bit. Well, I do. And she reciprocates a lot of the time. She's gorgeous. I love taking my clothes off for her," she teased, knowing it was getting to him. She could feel his cock pulsing against her ass.

Yet he was confused. "How the hell did that happen? She's a doctor."

"She's also a woman, but that's beside the point. I guess it started when I went to see her right from work one day... on a Wednesday. I was worked up again about not being pregnant yet, so I went to see her. We were having one of our Humpday promotions and I was dressed up as an elf. A rather slutty elf. She asked why I was dressed like I was when I took off my coat. I told her what I do, and that started a conversation. You can imagine how that went," she giggled.

"Wait... but that was at Christmas."

"Yeah... and?"

"It's the middle of May. That was five months ago."

"You act surprised baby. When was I Annabelle? Last September? We've been trying to get pregnant for eight months, Neil. And now we are," she beamed, jumping up and down a bit. Turning in his arms, she wrapped hers around his neck, kissing him deeply. He kissed her back, but it was distant, almost as if he wasn't there. "Hmm... looks like I've lost you," she teased, not taking offense to his lack of response.

"What?" he replied, his eyes blinking wildly as if he'd just snapped out of a dream, which he may have.

"You're thinking about me and Parker being together, aren't you?"

"Parker? Who's Parker?"

"My doctor. That's her first name. Parker Duncan. It's unusual for a girl, but I like it. By the way... we get to start thinking about baby names," she giddily rejoiced.

"Holy... we do. I'm still... this is so much." His hand returned to her stomach, nervously touching her, almost afraid to do it too hard.

She sensed his trepidation. "Baby, I'm not fragile. You're not going to hurt me."

"What?"

"As you should know by now, I've had a few very frank discussions with Parker since I found out we're expecting. I asked a lot of questions, because this is new for us. And I can tell this is affecting you because you're treating me differently already."

"No I'm not."

"Baby, look at how I'm dressed. You haven't tried to take advantage of me once, and it's because I'm carrying a baby now. Like I said, I talked with Parker. There's no reason you can't treat me like normal."

"Which you? There are a lot of personalities you have in those boxes on that imaginary shelf of yours."

"Actually, the shelf is real... it's the boxes that are imaginary. I might have to make me some actual boxes. I like the kinkiness of that," she giggled.