Ann: The Married Years Ch. 30

And at that point, most of them anticipated that she and Neil were simply stopping by to say hi and show off their new baby. As game time neared, with Martina once again outfitted in her Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader costume to cheer on her team, all eyes turned to the Thomas's, expecting them to say their goodbyes and leave.

Instead, Ann excused herself, going into the living room to feed Owen. Once he was full, she rocked him in his car seat until he fell asleep, leaving him there in the darkened room to nap. She returned to the party just as the coin flip was taking place.

"Just so you know, Neil and I are only staying for the first quarter," she announced as she took her place next to the other sluts. "And Al," she said to Martina's husband, Alphonso, who annually served as their 'unofficial' official slut bartender, "I can't drink alcohol while I'm breastfeeding, so please make my shots Diet Coke."

"So, you're planning on doing this?" Carol said, speaking for everyone in the room.

"I'm a Super Bowl slut, Carol. Of course I'm doing this. Oh... but I need to be first in line though. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely," her friend replied enthusiastically. "I'm just... surprised."

"Why, because I just had a baby?"

"Well that, and how your dressed."

It was a valid point. After all, she wasn't exactly wearing what she might usually wear to one of the parties. And that meant almost nothing. In a word, she looked kind of frumpy. She had on a big, oversized grey sweatshirt and a loose-fitting pair of pink sweatpants. Her white socks were the only thing remotely frilly, having a lacey part around the top of her ankles. They looked cute with her white Nikes.

"I know, but it's easier to feed Owen in this," she said of the sweatshirt. "Right now, it's all about comfort."

Carol hugged her and said, "I understand that. Hell, you just gave birth a month ago. Are you... stripping too?"

"Well, duh. I mean, I know I may not look my best, but I have a reputation to live up to."

"You know, you don't have to Ann," Barry said with a warm smile. "No one will think less of you if you want to wait a year."

"What's the matter Barry... scared to see what I look like underneath these sweats," she laughed.

"Aw, you know better than that."

She patted him lovingly on the face. "I'm just teasing, sweetie. But I really need to do this, just to remind myself that I'm more than a wife and a mother. That said... I'm warning all of you right now to keep your comments to yourself."

The affirmation she received that everyone would behave made her giggle inside. She just hoped the Cowboys would score a couple of times in the first quarter to make all of her hard work pay off. She bristled at the thought of doing all of those workouts to get in shape for the party, only to remain clothed the entire time she was there because an NFC team couldn't put any points on the board in the first quarter.

She didn't have to wait very long to find out. Dallas took the opening kickoff and ran it back fifty yards into Buffalo territory. With it being a rematch of the two teams that squared off the year before in the big game, everyone naturally assumed another blowout was in store. After all, the Bills were in their fourth straight Super Bowl, but they'd lost the previous three, and the scores were becoming more lopsided each year.

Dallas moved the ball, but the drive quickly stalled and they settled on a field goal just over two minutes into the game. But that had crowd cheering, and the sluts drinking shots before moving in front of the television to strip, including Claire, who was excitedly filling the new hostess role for the party. Yet most of the eyes were on Ann, who was the last one to remove her top. Well, Martina took off her vest to remain clothed like she had the year before, but the rest of the sluts were all showing off their bare breasts, knowing to wear just a half bra like Ann had done the previous two years.

But Ann once again one upped them, slowly lifting off her sweatshirt to reveal she'd gone without a bra altogether. And the room gasped as they got a look at her bigger breasts, swaying majestically as she tossed the shirt to her husband.

"Oh my god!" Barry moaned.

"HEY!" Ann shouted. "You promised... NO comments!"

"But you look... fuck! You look amazing Ann!"

Pressing her arms together, pushing them out, she grinned. "I do kind of like them."

Martina began the sexual part of the party the way only she could, since she once again was the star slut of the show. Taking Lauren by the hand since she had the winning numbers on the squares board, she led her to the rocking chair, dropping to her knees so she could eat her.

"God, I love these parties," Ann said as she kissed Neil, knowing all eyes were still following her around the room.

"I think you have everyone's attention," he replied, laughing at how she had her sweatpants pulled up high past her navel to hide her stomach. "What's with the granny look?"

She offered a playful wink. "What do you think?"

"Playing coy with your sexy little body, are you?"

"I love how you read my mind. God, I hope they score again, Neil. I want to be naked so bad."

"Listen to you... you really are a slut."

"I'm really your slut. I just like to let them see me act like one once a year, that's all."

He gave her a warm hug, pressing her massive jugs against his chest. "Then have faith, babe. Dallas is just as good as last year. And they are playing the Bills."

But Buffalo hung tough, scoring a tying field goal on their first possession, and forcing the Cowboys to punt on their second. Yet once again, turnovers turned the game, as the Bills fumbled on the first play and Dallas pounced on the ball at mid field. They couldn't fully capitalize on it, getting down to the seven-yard line. But the short field goal gave Ann the moment she was wishing for.

Another round of drinks and the girls were center stage once more. Martina opened her top and took it off, wanting to be at least half-naked. The other girls all took off whatever they were wearing below the waist, most of them in very skimpy thongs that hid nothing. And then there was Ann, dragging her feet like she was dreading the moment.

"Okay everyone, close your eyes," she pleaded. She waited for a moment, and then said, "I'm serious. I don't want you looking while I do this." Once she was sure no one was peeking, she quickly removed her sweatpants, throwing them to Neil.

"Alright... I'm ready," she sighed. "Open them."

The room fell silent for a half-second as everyone caught sight of her body. With the socks on, she'd fulfilled her requirement of four articles of clothing, but she was completely naked otherwise.

It started with Carol, clapping enthusiastically as she marveled at her friend and how she looked.

"WAY TO GO, ANN!" she applauded, the rest of the room following suit as Ann slowly turned around, giving them the full view.

"Shit... you must have worked your ASS off," Yvonne commented, "Except there it is, looking as perfect as ever!"

"How the hell did you do that?" Olivia asked honestly, actually going so far as to run her hands over Ann's tight abdomen.

"She worked her ass off," Neil answered for his sexy wife. "And she did it while being the best damn mother I've ever seen!"

Ann blushed at the reception she was being given, but Neil was thrilled for her. If she was looking for affirmation, she got it in spades. As Martina led Suzanne over to the magical chair for ladies about to be eaten, Brian, her husband said out loud what most people were thinking.

"Damn... you really are fucking hot, Ann."

"Thanks, Brian," she said as she moved toward him, playfully rubbing his crotch with the back of her hand. "And if no one scores the rest of this quarter, I'll be deepthroating you soon. Although I'm sure you're used to that now."

"God yes... thank you so much for teaching Suzanne how to do that," he grinned.

"I think a lot of us men should be thanking you for teaching those classes," Phil added.

"It was my pleasure boys."

Twenty minutes later, Ann and Neil were saying their goodbyes. The score had remained 6-3 when the quarter was over. She'd sucked down Brian's hard cock, swallowing his load, letting him cum over her extended tongue. It finished off an amazing oral performance, where she had dragged it out like it was the last blowjob she'd ever give in her life. She actually received a thirty second ovation when it was over, something that wasn't lost on Martina. She wasn't jealous, but the party wasn't going the way she'd hoped. Or the game... the Cowboys had only scored twice, and she hadn't sucked a cock yet.

Hugging Barry and Carol at their door, the star of the party had a tear in her eye. So did her friend.

Carol shook her head, still in disbelief. "I still can't believe you all came. To be honest, I was kind of down thinking of doing this without you two. It really wouldn't have been the same."

"This party means a lot to us. It was my motivation, Carol. Thank you so much for doing this every year."

"Believe me, it's our pleasure. You know, when we started this, I don't think anyone envisioned in their naughtiness dreams that a Super Bowl party would turn into what it has, but I can't imagine not doing it now."

"Me either. That's why we had to come. I couldn't stand the thought of skipping a year."

"Well, you certainly made an everlasting impression tonight."

"Just trying to live up to our collective reputation," she giggled.

"I'd say you exceeded it."

"Me too," Barry winked.

"Thanks."

"Thanks for coming. Owen is adorable, by the way. But we already knew that," he said, he and Carol having visited the hospital the day after he was born.

"Thanks! We love you guys."

"We love you too. Be safe going home," Carol waved.

Walking down the gravel driveway to their car, Neil was carrying the car seat, Owen still snuggled safely inside. Ann carried her coat over her arm; her clothes inside the diaper bag.

"Are you sure you want to go home like that?" he asked, watching his wife walk proudly in just her shoes and socks. "Aren't you cold?"

"Of course I'm cold. It's January and I'm naked. But I told you last year... this is how I'm going home from the party from now on. I'm not changing my mind just because we have a baby now."

"I know, babe. I just love making sure," he said as he patted her shapely ass.

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

With Ann being on a high from the response she'd received at the party, Neil assumed their life would be pretty much back to normal. At least as normal as it could be now that they had a child. Yes, it would be a new normal, but the glorious blowjob she gave him on the way home, culminating with her swallowing his huge load in their driveway, had him believing that Anna had returned.

As it turned out, that night had simply been a cameo appearance of Ann the Super Bowl slut, making the most of the opportunity as only she could. Once the party was over, their sex life actually hit a bit of a rut. She was still a month or so away from being cleared for intercourse, and because of that, things naturally settled down.

Not that it was bad. It was certainly better than most couples that had been married for four years and were suddenly learning the responsibilities of full-blown parenthood on their own. They didn't have any family nearby, so they were left to deal with the ups and downs that came with having a baby all on their own, all while finding ways to work around Neil's crappy work schedule.

Once the doctor gave them the go ahead, they finally had sex. While that was a relief to both of them, it wasn't like the faucet had suddenly been turned on full force. Instead, they started a pattern where they made love once a week. The trysts were rather short and to the point; falling far short by their normal standards.

Neil never complained, but there was no getting around the fact that the middle of the night feedings were taking a toll on her. Ann didn't make excuses, but with her sleeping fragmented, it made things more difficult. Yes, she had more energy than most new mothers because she was still working out. While it seemed contradictory, that damn exercise machine really did make her feel better and gave her more stamina than she would have had otherwise. But the first four months after Owen was born were hard on both her and Neil.

He rarely got to see her naked, except when she would take out a breast to feed the baby. She didn't always take the time to shave her legs or put on make-up, always having some other chore that took precedent over her personal grooming. He was amazed at how much more laundry they had considering how small the baby was. Of course, he seemed to wear three to four outfits a day. The dishwasher was running a lot more often as well.

The saving grace was their Sunday's. They remained dedicated to them, making a point to connect that day, knowing how important it was to keep their sanity. The sex wasn't explosive, or adventurous. It wasn't even necessarily passionate. By all standards it was remarkably ordinary. But it was sex, and they reveled in the time they got to share together in bed, bonding as husband and wife instead of just parents.

And that was the key, really. All of their sex had suddenly been confined to their bed. For a couple that at one point in their life seemed to fuck out of their house more than in it, it was the most drastic of changes. It was also one Neil never considered an issue. He was for the most part happy, and while he missed the daring side of his wife, he couldn't have been more in love with her.

He showed that love on Mother's Day, where he spent the entire Sunday doing everything for her. He cooked, he cleaned, and he took care of Owen. He drew Ann a bath, allowing her over two hours to pamper herself. Every time she went to do something, he'd insist that she rest while he took care of it. She even got to take a long afternoon nap while the baby was awake; something she never got to do.

The culmination of the day came once he put Owen down for the night, or at least until he'd wake up for his middle of it hungry. He gave her a full body massage, complete warm scented oil, incense and candlelight. It was relaxing and romantic, and it was followed by the most passionate hour of lovemaking they'd shared in months. The only negative was that she didn't get to cuddle with him long enough afterward. He was on third shift, and he had to leave for work.

The warm tingle inside her pussy continued long after he'd gone. It was still there when the baby started crying at three in the morning. She longed for more; to have Neil inside her again, pumping furiously, burying his thick cock over and over again until she screamed out in release as she came.

Those thoughts were still with her as she lay in bed after putting Owen back in his crib. She was thankful that the feedings were now just once a night. But she couldn't go back to sleep right away; not with the aching she felt between her legs. She found herself restless, needing to cum almost desperately. For the first time in well over a year, she found herself rummaging for the key to the trunk at the foot of the bed, opening it to pull out her favorite dildo. She'd put it and several of her other toys into the chest long before, taking them out of her nightstand where she used to keep them at the ready. It pained her to see them when she couldn't use them, so she'd hidden them away.

"God I've missed you Antonio," she moaned as she felt the bulbous rubber head splitting her labia. Her eyes shut as her body reacted. It was like she was awakening the spirits of a part of her that had been buried far too long. Ann's naughty side was coming to life, and as she pulled her legs up wide in a lewd manner, she came quickly, ramming the shaft fast and deep inside her pussy.

Panting as she recovered, she found herself absentmindedly sucking the fake cock, never remembering bringing it to her mouth so she could taste her juices. "I bet Neil has missed Anna too!" she giggled when she realized what she was doing.

Reflecting on how wonderful her day was, and how her loving husband had gone out of his way to make it so incredibly special for her, she at first felt a pang of guilt, knowing she hadn't been giving him the attention he deserved. He was such an incredible partner in their marriage, and he was an even more amazing father to their little man. She needed to make things better for him, like he'd been doing all along for her. Pushing past the feelings of inadequacy she was experiencing, she focused on what lie ahead.

Knowing Father's Day was six weeks away, she did a quick calculation in her head. He had two weeks left of third shift, which meant he'd have all of day shift with her before his special day. He'd be going to second shift the weekend of Father's Day, which meant his Sunday would last a lot longer than the one she'd just had. As she slipped Antonio back inside her wet, gushing pussy, she started fucking herself hard again, a naughty smile on her face. She was already formulated a plan.

"Fuck! I'm going to make it the most memorable Father's Day anyone's ever had," she moaned, her next orgasm about to arrive.

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

Neil sat in his Lay-Z-Boy, slowly rocking back and forth. Owen was doing the same in his baby swing set next to his daddy, the two of them watching Caddyshack.

The movie had become a Father's Day tradition of sorts for Neil. He'd given it to his dad as a present exactly ten years before. He and Darren watched it that morning, as they did every year thereafter while he still lived in Indiana. It became the first act of a day-long experience. The movie was a natural tie-in to the final round of the U.S. Open, which was always played on Father's Day. The two of them would spend the day as father and son bonding over their shared love of golf. They'd even sneak in a round between the movie early in the morning and watching the finish of the major tournament late in the afternoon.

Suddenly he was watching the classic comedy with his son. Darren had sent Neil his own copy of the movie, telling him in the card that accompanied it that he needed to carry on the tradition with his grandson. Neil nearly cried when he opened the package that morning, seeing the contents. And while Owen obviously had no clue what they were watching on the screen in front of them, he certainly reacted to Neil's laughter, smiling and giggling each time in response.

"How are my men doing this morning?" Ann said sexily as she strolled into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of red five-inch spiked heels.

Neil did a double take, staring at his wife's perfect backside as she poured herself another cup of coffee. She smiled as she heard him moan.

Composing himself, he tried to play nonchalant. "We're fine... just watching the movie."

"Is Owen enjoying it?"

"He seems... to... be," his voice trailing off as she turned to walk toward him. He was getting his first look at her make-up, and she'd gone full-on slut. Her eyes were dark and smoky, her cheekbones standing out from the way she'd accentuated them. Her lashes were dark and thick; her lips covered with a deep red shade of lipstick. She had her hair pulled back, exposing her neckline, and that somehow amplified the look of her full breasts.

His eyes were drawn to her silver necklace, and the dangling inch and a half long silver cock, complete with balls, that she'd worn the night she was pretending to be Barbara, a high-class escort. Obviously she wasn't having thoughts of role-playing, since she wasn't wearing a red wig along with it. But the idea that a big erect phallic pendant was her choice of jewelry for the day made his begin to stiffen.