Ann: The Married Years Ch. 32

Taking a sip from her glass, she mused. "You don't know how much I wish this were really wine, Ann."

"Mmm... I know what you mean. I don't drink a lot, but the fact that I can't right now makes me seem to miss it more."

"Oh, it's more than just missing it. I find myself dreaming about it," Brenda laughed.

"Really... why is that?"

"Well, for one, I find it relaxing."

"No argument there."

"And, I have to admit, whenever I have a couple of glasses I get really, really horny," she giggled.

"You do, do you?"

"Oh fuck yes," she said quietly, blushing as soon as the naughty word came out of her mouth. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry Ann. I shouldn't have said that in front of the kids."

Ann burst out laughing. "It's alright, Brenda. Besides I'm sure they didn't hear you. Look at them."

She glanced at the children playing quietly on the floor. Cynthia was tiring, having trouble keeping her eyes open. Owen was busy with an educational toy, touching the colorful beads and knobs permanently attached to it.

"Yeah. Still, I shouldn't have said it, cursing in front of the kids like that."

"I wouldn't worry. They're still babies. Besides I'm sure they'll hear it sooner or later. And if you get as horny as you say, someday she'll hear you doing it."

"Do you worry about that with Owen?"

"Not really. We're trying to be cautious, but there's going to come a point where he knows his mother is... well, you know."

"No, not really. Tell me."

"What are you asking?" she smiled with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm just trying to confirm if what I think is true really is. So, what are you?"

Ann took a drink of her apple juice, suddenly wishing it were wine as well. She was trying to gauge Brenda, not really certain what she was asking, but having an idea. She also wasn't sure how much she wanted to share. They'd already established that they were both sexual women, and that they had a bit of a wild side in the bedroom. But Ann was struggling with whether she wanted to cross a line with Brenda and offer more of herself. She thought she might have gone too far already, telling her the last time they visited about her love of exhibitionism and how Neil made her do things occasionally. She'd just brushed on the surface of those subjects though, not offering much detail. The only reason she brought them up at all was because Brenda had shared some things first.

She stared at her friend over the top of the glass, studying her as she slowly sipped. Their eyes locked, and she saw something in Brenda's gaze. Her mind quickly went back to her house, seeing her own reflection in the dresser mirror just hours before. A tingle ran through her body as she recalled how she'd reacted to what she was wearing; the inner turmoil she'd felt by dressing so conservatively against the irresistible need to be truer to herself. Tired of hiding behind the false persona much like Brenda seemed to be, she sighed and set down her glass.

Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees, her breasts nearly popping out of her blouse as she peered deeper into her hosts' unblinking stare. "What do you really want to know about me, Brenda?"

"Wow... I'm actually scared to ask now," she said honestly.

"Don't be. You have nothing to be scared about. I don't bite... unless that's something you're into."

"Uh, o...okay," she stammered, unnerved by Ann's composed demeanor and lively eyes.

Sitting back in her seat, Ann crossed her legs, slowly bobbing her lower leg to show off her sexy stiletto encased foot. She was exuding a confidence that hit Brenda in the chest, taking her breath away. She was drumming the fingers of her left hand on the arm of the chair, waiting for Brenda to process the mood, doing the same in a calm, calculated manner.

"Ask me anything you want, Brenda. But... make sure you really want to know the answer, because I'm going to give them to you blunt and honest, and I don't want anything I say to ruin our friendship. And one word of caution, because I mean this sincerely... whatever we talk about from this point on stays between you and me. Not even Eddie can know."

Brenda felt a pang of guilt, mainly because she'd just professed to Neil earlier that she and Eddie would share, because that's what couples did. But she quickly realized that Ann wasn't testing her loyalty to him... she was testing her loyalty to her. Nodding her head, she said, "Sure Ann. I won't say anything to him. I promise."

"Not just him. If any word of this gets back to anyone in the play group, you and I are done being friends. I don't mean that to sound threatening, but I just want you to think about what you want to know, and what you really need to know, because there's a difference. A pretty big one."

"Damn. Now I'm really scared."

Ann smiled warmly, trying to reassure her. "I don't want you to be scared. But I also have a child to think about, and I don't need a bunch of rumors running around amongst the mothers of his friends. I can take care of myself, but I don't want him to be teased or ridiculed someday because of me."

"My God, Ann, you make it sound like you're a hooker or something," she laughed.

Her reaction to that comment made her smirk. She picked up her wine glass, assessing the shock on Brenda's face. Deciding to see just how inquisitive her friend wanted to be, she winked at her as she took a drink.

Brenda shook her head, trying to figure out what Ann's body language was telling her. "Wait, you're not, are you?"

She shrugged and said, "I was once. Well, actually, I was an escort."

"WHAT!"

"Just one night... went by the name Barbara. Got paid a thousand dollars cash. It was such a rush!"

"Ann, you're kidding me, right?"

"No. It was before I was married, and I have to tell you, it was incredibly fun to live out that fantasy."

"I... I don't know what to say. This is not what I thought you were going to tell me. I just wondered if you're like me, that's all."

"Like you? What are you like?"

"Well, I've always considered myself a bit of a... slut," she whispered. "And I'm having trouble being one now that I have Cynthia. But that seems pretty tame compared to being a whore."

"I wasn't a whore, Brenda. I was an escort... for one night. And if you're asking if I'm like you, then yes, I'm a slut. A pretty big one," she winked again. "But I think you already knew that."

"I thought I did. I'm not sure if I know you at all now."

"I'm the same person I was five minutes ago. Just because I have a past doesn't mean I'm not a good wife, or a good mother. And that was my point about telling you anything about me in this area."

"Area? What... like I knew you were going to admit to being an escort?"

"Well no, but once you start talking about sex, one better be open-minded. It's no different than religion or politics; if you don't want to debate the subject, then you shouldn't bring it up at all. And I won't be judged, Brenda. I've ended friendships over that too."

"I... I'm not judging you Ann. I'm just shocked. You have to admit, that's not something one would expect to hear, even if I did bring up the subject. Wait, did I?"

"You said wine makes you horny, and then later you asked what I am."

"Well I never thought that would lead us to this."

"And that's why I warned you about broaching the subject. Now that the door's been opened, we can't just close it. Are we going to have a problem; should I leave?"

"Huh? Oh, NO! I'm not upset. Surprised," she nodded, "but I'm not upset."

"I would hope not. I'm not ashamed of it. In fact, I can't say when, but it's only a matter of time before I do it again."

"Okay, now you're just pulling my leg."

Brenda pretty much knew from Ann's expression that she was telling the truth. But any remaining suspicion was alleviated when she said, "I don't tell lies Brenda. I hate lying, and I try not to associate with people that do it. I might not choose to tell someone something, but if I do, I tell the truth."

"Jeez, Ann, you're serious."

Ann flashed a wicked smile. "Uh huh. I still have the red wig I wore, and the business cards I had made. Like I said, I don't know when, but I'll definitely do it again."

"But what about Neil? You don't seem the type to cheat, especially if you don't lie. That's a pretty bit secret to be -"

"I would never cheat on Neil. His first wife did that. But we do have fun."

"I'm confused?"

"Maybe it would be better if you told me something you and Eddie have done."

'What?"

"You know... some game you've played, or something really hot you two have done together. Do you like role-playing?"

The question was like déjà vu. She'd just been asked that by Neil hours before. She was so miffed at herself for not realizing Ann had been talking about that all along. "Do I like role-playing? Holy shit! That's what you meant? You were an escort... with Neil?"

Ann winked again, taking a sexy swig, now imagining it was a glass of Chablis or Chardonnay. "So, tell me something hot Brenda. I've told you about Barbara and Neil."

"You haven't told me anything. Details! I want details!"

Ann gave her a condensed version, but she didn't hide anything. Well, she didn't go into the part where she tied him up and dominated him, mainly because she really didn't want to get into that part of her life... the part where Annabelle resided. She didn't mind sharing some of the things she and her husband had done. But she wasn't going to be an open book either.

"I can't believe you thought all of that up," Brenda said, literally sitting on the edge of her seat.

Ann was still sitting back, totally relaxed as she talked. "Well, I do have a pretty active imagination."

"What about Neil. Does he?"

"Oh yeah, he does. He just goes about it a little differently. I'm pretty big on planning things out. He's more of a 'make it up as he goes' kind of guy. But it works. He's surprised me dozens of times." She couldn't help but feel a tingle in her pussy recalling how he'd done just that earlier in the day.

Brenda smiled in response, knowing that Neil was doing that very thing at the moment, and somehow, she'd become an active part of it. Still, she wasn't sure what he had in mind exactly, probably because he was still figuring it out as he went. And she hadn't learned all that much about Ann, although there was obviously so much more beneath the surface. She also knew she needed to share something between her and Eddie if she was to keep the conversation going.

"Okay... well, to answer an earlier question, Eddie and I have done some role-playing."

"Yeah, what have you done?"

"We dressed up for Halloween once. He was a pirate and I was a wench. When we got home, he didn't stop playing pirate. That was one rough night," she giggled.

"Rough?"

"Pirates tend to pillage and plunder. I think he did both of those things to me."

Ann laughed and asked, "Exactly what did he pillage?"

"All of me. My pussy, my ass... he plundered my tits. At least that's how I define it."

"So, you like anal?"

"Oh yeah. I'm quite the anal slut, actually."

"Hmm... that's interesting."

"Does that surprise you?"

"No, not really... just comparing notes. It's nice to know when you're not alone in some things."

"It made me popular in college," she confessed. "I was one of the very few girls that would do it. Actually, that's how I met Eddie," she confessed.

"In college?"

"A buddy of his had fucked my ass, and he gave him my number."

"Obviously it wasn't serious."

"None of the guys I fucked in college were serious, including Eddie. We didn't start actually dating until three years later. We met up at a party, and hooked up again. At that point, he had a job and I was just about to graduate."

Ann was perplexed by the timing. "So when did you first fuck him?"

"I was a freshman; he was a junior."

"Wow... you blossomed sexually at an early age. Neil was the first one that ever fucked my ass, and that was after we were engaged. He's the only one that's done it, actually. Well... that's not exactly true."

"Wait, what?" Brenda questioned, Ann's playful admission confusing her. Ann grinned, and got up to get some more apple juice. Bringing the bottle back with her, she poured some more into Brenda's glass as well. Brenda was still processing what she'd said, and it wasn't adding up. "I thought you said... what did you say? Do you fuck other guys?"

"Uh, no. I told you, Neil's ex did that to him. That's a line I won't cross. And I don't want to. He's more than enough man for me."

"But that doesn't make any sense. If he was the first one and it was after you were engaged, how can it be true that he's the only one? Did you fuck another guy while you were engaged?"

Ann plopped back down in her seat, taking another sip from her glass. "No. You're probably having trouble adding things up because you're not thinking about a strap-on," she winked.

"Huh?"

"Brenda... can I trust you? Really trust you?"

"Of course you can, Ann. Our kids are the most important thing to me," she said as she looked at her daughter, who was asleep on the floor. So was Owen, the two of them having worn themselves out from playing so hard. "I'd never say anything... you were loud and clear earlier. And for the record, I've never told anyone about the things I've told you. What would the girls in the group think if they knew I'm an anal slut? Or that I got pregnant because I was tied up?"

"You were tied... when?"

"Pirate... wench... pillage," she shrugged. "He held me captive and did all kinds of things to me that night. Who knew at the time that knocking me up would be one of them?"

"Wow," Ann smiled, checking off another thing on the sexual playlist they had in common. At least, a little bit. "Well, based on that, I'm guessing they'd probably think the same thing about me being bisexual."

"What?"

"I said I'm bisexual."

"Well how can that be? You're married."

"Ha... that's not exactly how it works, Brenda. I'm in love with Neil. I just happen to like having sex with women too. It's not an either/or thing."

"Oh my god! This is so hard to believe. You're not... well of course you're not. You don't lie. How long have you, you know..."

"Funny you should ask. That's another thing I'd never done until I was engaged."

Confused again, Brenda asked, "What's that?"

"I'm talking about having sex with a woman. That didn't start until after I met Neil."

"Holy shit, Ann. So you get engaged, and then you start doing all this other stuff?"

"What can I say? He brings out the best in me. And my inner slut, apparently."

"But you haven't been married that long."

"Almost five years."

"Well, surely you're not really bisexual then. Hell, you're over thirty."

"I'm not sure what age has to do with it either, Brenda. I guess I'm just a late bloomer when it comes to exploring my sexuality. I didn't start at eighteen like you apparently did."

"I was nineteen. And no, age doesn't matter. But you're just talking about having a threesome, right?"

"Have you ever had a threesome?"

"Me and Eddie? No."

"Not you and Eddie. You."

"Well, yes. A couple of times, in college."

"Two guys?"

"Of course," she giggled, a strange thrill running through her as she admitted to having two men at once. It was odder still that she'd said it in front their kids, even if they were asleep. "There were actually three the one time," she admitted.

"Wow... okay. So, did any of the guys have sex with each other?"

"No, of course not! I couldn't have handled that."

"I understand, but that's not my point. My point is that if they didn't, it would mean you were in a threesome, or a foursome, but no one was necessarily bisexual, right?"

"Huh... I guess not."

"So to that end, what would your definition be for someone that's bisexual?"

Nodding, Brenda saw where Ann was going with her logic. "A person that enjoys having sex with both men and women."

"But, not necessarily at the same time. Although to answer your question from before, yes, Neil and I have had threesomes. That said I prefer men, Bren. I always will. Actually, it's probably more accurate to say I prefer a man. Like I said, Neil is more than enough for me. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to women sexually. It's not something I really think about, and I don't seek it out all that often. But it's a part of who I am."

"How can you be sure? It's only been five years since you've been married. That's not a very long time to categorize you, is it?"

"I don't know. How long did it take you to realize that you're, and I'm using your words, an anal slut?"

"I loved it the first time I ever tried it. But I knew for sure that first year of college."

"And how did you know?"

Brenda flashed a knowing smile, the entire premise making total sense to her now. "Because I'd been with at least ten guys in six months, and I let each one take my ass."

"So, you knew... in under a year. I knew I was bisexual when I realized that having sex with over fifteen different women wasn't just a phase," she laughed.

"Fifteen?"

"Over fifteen. I stopped counting at that point. Please don't judge, Bren. I'm not ashamed. I'm just bisexual. At first I kind of denied it, because I didn't like the feeling of being defined that way. But that's changed. I don't want to deny who I really am. At the same time I also don't want to dwell on it. It is what it is. And you have to admit, when the number gets to double-digits as far as partners, it's no longer an experiment. It's part of who you are."

The conversation stalled for a moment, Brenda staring intently at her guest, to the point that Ann started to feel slightly self-conscious.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I... I'm fine."

"Look, I didn't tell you about that so you'd think that I'm, you know..."

"Attracted to me?"

"It's not that. Like I said, I really don't look at women that way. Men either. I'm married. So are you."

"You haven't seemed to let that get in the way, if I'm hearing you right. I mean, if you aren't looking at women that way, how is it that you've been with so many after you got married?"

"It's not like that. I obviously notice if women are hot... and like I said, you are, in case that's what you were thinking about. But I don't look at women and think about what it would be like to have sex with them. It only happens if I'm either in that mood, or there's been something that's happened that changes the status quo."

"Do you mean like having a conversation with a girlfriend about sex, and then admitting you're bisexual?" she laughed.

"I didn't bring up sex. You did."

"Still, you aren't shy about talking about it. So answer my question. Does that change the status quo?"

"Perhaps," Ann winked again in response. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No."

"Ever thought about it?"

"Not before tonight."

"Well, perhaps you should think about it some more, then," she replied in a way that let her know it wasn't something to just rush into.

Brenda was thinking of it completely different though. "I'm pretty sure I'm not going to able to stop thinking about it now that you've brought it up."

"You're not upset about me talking about this, are you? You wanted to know more about me."

"Oh, no Ann. I'm thrilled you think enough of me to tell me something like that. And you're right. I brought it up. I'm actually just thinking about what it would be like to you know... be with a woman."

"Well like I'm trying to tell you, if you haven't thought about it before now, I'm pretty sure it's not something you'd be all that excited about. I'd thought about it a lot before I met Neil. I just didn't have the confidence to do anything about it. Remember me telling you about him making him me do things?"