Ann: The Married Years Ch. 33

"You do know how to make an entrance," Samantha said as she eyed her friend. Ann had never bothered to cover up even after getting home, walking into the house just as she'd left Neil; naked and used, the fake fur draped over her arm. "Looks like you had a good time."

"That was such a rush, Sam. I can't believe we just did that."

"Why aren't you wearing the coat?"

"I didn't want to get it stained, although he was pretty deep inside me when he came tonight. He damn near lifted me off my feet," she giggled. "Besides, part of the thrill was driving home like this. I feel like such a slut when I'm naked in the car."

"That's because you are one. Look at your face! And just so you know, that wouldn't be the first time there's been cum stains on the inside of that coat. Kevin used to love me wearing it dressed like you are. And Jarrod fucked me in it just last week. That's why I offered it. Men can't resist a naked woman in a fur coat, even if it's fake," she laughed.

"Well then next time I won't worry about it. Anyway, thanks for letting me borrow it, and for watching Owen. Was he any trouble?"

"What are you talking about? I haven't been watching him, I've been watching an episode of The X-Files that I taped the other night. He's sleeping, just like he was when you left. You were only gone forty-five minutes, for heaven's sake!"

"I know... I guess I just worry."

"Well stop. You need to get over what you do when he's not up, or frankly when he's occupied."

"Occupied? What's that mean?"

"He may not now, but when he gets older, he's going to become addicted to television, whether it's cartoons, or kids shows, or whatever. My sister said some of the best sex she's ever had happened when she and her husband would have a quickie while their daughter watched Sesame Street."

"So you're saying that as long as his attention is on something else..."

"Have at it. If you hear him doing something else, you just have to be disciplined enough to stop what you're doing before he catches you. But she says that's been part of the fun, stealing away little moments whenever you can, knowing you don't have a lot of time. When they were both horny, they'd be looking for opportunities. From what she shared with me, I think you need to embrace the power of the quickie. She used to call them sex attacks. In fact, they still do it now, even though their kids are grown and out of the house. And that got Kevin and I doing them while we were together. Every time you have sex doesn't have to last as long as you and Neil make it."

"We don't. Whenever we've done something in public, it's always a lot quicker."

"Ann, quick for you two is like an hour. Tonight was what I'm talking about. And that made it hot, right?"

"Oh yeah," she nodded.

"Then transform that to every day, instead of just when you and Neil are alone. It's the same concept. You're trying to get off and not get caught," she shrugged.

"What about you and Jarrod? Have you ever had, what did you call it... a sex attack with him?"

She laughed and asked, "Actually, just last week, when he brought me home after we went out to dinner. We did it on the front steps of my condo."

"Are you serious?"

"Why do you think I wore the fur coat?"

"You went to dinner just wearing the fur coat?"

"No. I wore my heels," she corrected with a snicker.

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

"What the hell got into you tonight?" Neil asked as he spooned with his wife underneath the covers. She was still wearing the stockings and garter she'd worn for their rendezvous behind the plant, although she'd added a sexy half bra and taken off her heels.

She was rubbing his lower leg with the silky covered sole of her foot, sighing as he rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "I had a chat with Sam. She gave me some much-needed perspective."

"About what?"

"About how I... well, about how we can do a better job of taking care of each other sexually even though we have Owen now."

"Ann, I've never complained about that. Why would you -"

"Are you complaining that I came to see you at work tonight?"

"Oh GOD no. That was incredible. That's why I asked what got into you."

"You did. All eight plus inches of that fat thing you're pressing into the crack of my ass right now," she moaned as she wiggled her rear.

"Ha. I'm really not sure I'm that big, but thanks."

"You are baby. Trust me, you know I don't lie. You're just over eight inches, not that you'd ever brag about it. But I do," she giggled. Peering over her sexy shoulder, she asked pointedly, "But... did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm the one that needs more?"

"What? Oh my god, Ann... have I not been -"

Flipping over, she pressed her finger against his lips. "Ssshhh. Just listen." He nodded, giving her his full attention. "I'm trying to find myself again. I know I told you a few months ago, on Father's Day... that Anna's back. And I have been. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it's still been a struggle for me. I want to be the best mother in the world for my baby. And I also want to be the best wife at home for my husband. But I also want to be the best slut, whenever and wherever, that I can be for my lover. Does that make sense?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But I just don't want you to think that I'm unhappy, because I'm not."

"Were you happy before I called you at work tonight?"

"Yes. I was having a great night."

"How about after I left? Happier?"

His grin nearly made her melt as he brushed the curly locks from her face to see her better. "Absolutely... it made my entire night, babe. I get what you're saying now."

"Good. Because I had a nice talk with Sam, and I think we need to rethink a part of our marriage; about how we look at sex when it comes to being parents."

"And you got this from Samantha?"

"She's a smart woman, Neil. She not only lent me her coat tonight, she's the one that came up with the idea to go see you. If it weren't for her, it never would have happened, and that really opened my eyes."

"Okay, so what does she suggest, then?"

"Have you ever heard of a sex attack?" she smiled.

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

It was amazing how they'd arrived on the same page in their book of sexual fun. They'd just gotten there from different directions, not knowing they were even trying to find that particular chapter. But there they were, and they immersed themselves into writing the new passages together.

Neil had known for some time that Ann hadn't seemed quite herself, but he didn't press her on it. Motherhood can be such a strain, and it changes a woman. Her priority had to be for the little one in their life that couldn't fend for himself, and the incredible love she had for Owen was something to behold and cherish. It wasn't like they weren't having sex at all, or that the sex that they did have was somehow unsatisfying. She was a magnificent lover, and he thanked his lucky stars every day that fate somehow brought them together.

Ann knew Neil would never complain or question their sexual appetite, and how it evolved around having a child. He wasn't the kind of man that would demand, or expect. He always went with the flow, accepting that the ebbs and tides in their relationship would always be moving, and that he simply needed to adjust to the changing seas in order to stay afloat. He was never going to make his own waves when it came to how frequent they had sex, or how long, or how passionate. Sure, he'd taken her a few times, just to remind her that he was in the game. But he'd gladly take a back seat to his son when it came to where his wife gave her attentions.

What they didn't know was that they had both arrived at the same conclusion right after their serendipitous encounter outside Neil's work. It wasn't until Ann began to explain Sam's premise of how to improve the balance in their life that they quickly realized they were both staring at the same blank piece of paper in their book, each with a pen in hand ready to write a similar sentence; that less in duration can be offset by the intensity and frequency of the so called attacks of passion.

There would still be many times, like at that very moment, where they'd find themselves in bed in each other's arms, ready to make love. But what they longed for was the adventurous sex that they thought freedom could only provide; in this case, being free from their parental obligations. They both loved Owen with all their hearts. It wasn't a regret of being a mother or a father, or the loss of personal independence that came from the huge responsibility of raising a child together. It was finding a way to compensate for the heavy burden that can often come with the territory, and not sacrifice everything that made them such a strong couple to begin with.

"It's not fair to Owen if we aren't who we're supposed to be together," Ann explained to Neil's accepting ears. "If we don't find ways to be more adventurous, I don't think either one of us is going to be happy. And that means he won't be happy. So I think we need to try and be a little more accepting of the fact that fucking for over an hour isn't always going to be a possibility anymore."

"We really rarely do that, babe. Let's be honest."

"It is when you count foreplay, which let's face it, sometimes that can be hours the way we flirt with each other. And then with the cuddling and talking afterward... it's a lot of time to carve out of our day right now."

"I don't see the flirting stopping, Anna," he winked. "That's who we are. We should be doing that no matter what, even if he is awake."

"Good. Because I'm not just talking about doing things when he's sleeping. I'm really talking about finding ways to do it when he's up and about."

"Well I like that idea. And we can still use flirting to fuel us, if I'm hearing what I think I'm hearing."

"What do you think you're hearing?"

"That instead of an hour, for argument sake, we should look for more times of the fifteen-minute variety like we did tonight."

"Exactly! But remember, it's the adventure of it that I'm excited about. And just think, if we do this right, it will only mean more orgasms for the both of us," she said as she stroked her fingers along his face.

Pressing her onto her back, he rolled on top, sliding his cock into her waiting pussy in the process. "I'm thinking about giving you one right now, lover," he said before kissing her hard.

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

It took a bit to get in the groove, what with Neil finishing up second shift, and then having to navigate his way through the sleep depraved weekend that came every three months when he'd change over to third shift. There was just something so cruel about getting off work after midnight, and having to report back less than forty-eight hours later while knowing you'd be staying up through the wee hours of the morning.

That first night was always the hardest, trying to find a way to stay awake during hours he'd basically been sleeping the two months before. It meant lots of diet coke to get him through. The only saving grace was that whatever shape he'd left the plant in when he left the final night of second, good or bad, he knew what would be there waiting for him when he got back.

But the weekend sometimes seemed even worse. The anticipation of the change almost made it harder than it was; finding a way to gut through the change in his bodies' internal clock was always a challenge. Over the years he'd tried different times and ways of when he should sleep, never becoming really comfortable with any of them. It became more difficult now that Owen was with them. Keeping a baby quiet while he tried to sleep was an impossible task for Ann, one he never felt fair about dumping on her.

Yet they'd learned to make the best of it, continually adapting. The latest challenge was trying to navigate how to implement their new focus on a serendipitous approach to sex. Saturday had become pretty much a wash. He came home and slept like he always did Friday night, which brought with it his normal chores around the house that he'd do whenever he didn't have to work a weekend. It also meant the presence of his son, who loved Daddy being home.

Neil didn't mind, as it gave his wife a much-needed break. It was one of the few things she'd learned to love about him being on second shift. And it was those breaks that gave her the energy to take Owen out at night to various friends' houses, or the rare occasion when she'd have someone over. Third shift would provide a change for them as well. She would find herself leaving more during the daytime, and then coming home in the afternoons when Neil would be up. When he'd take a nap before going to work, she'd have a few precious hours alone while both of the men in her life sleeping.

Sunday rolled around, and it seemed like nothing had changed at all since their talk. They hadn't had sex since that Thursday night when he'd come home, and while it was amazing, it was more amorous than explosive. She was looking for adventure, and it wasn't coming as easily as Samantha made it out to be. She didn't really fret about it, since they'd always have sex on their Sunday no matter what. It was as simple as asking him to fuck her instead of them making love. But she still couldn't help but feel a little dejected that it seemed like everything remained the same since their talk.

It didn't help knowing he'd be going to sleep earlier in order to get enough to make it through his first night shift. Normally that first night he'd go to bed around seven, getting at least four hours in. And sometimes, if he'd had a really hard time with the mental adjustment, he'd go even earlier. When she thought about it, the Sunday's when he switched to that god-awful shift were always the least sexual in a marriage that prided itself on taking that specific day and making it about them.

"I hate this," she complained as she leaned over the countertop on her elbows, sipping her morning cup of coffee.

Her little one would be waking up within the next hour. She didn't see the need to sleep in since Neil would be working different hours. She'd have to get used to getting up again and being able to whisk Owen out of the house if he got too loud so her husband could sleep once she got home. Starting that routine one day earlier wasn't going to change the fact that her master plan wasn't working out as she'd hoped.

"I really thought we were on to something," she muttered, her head hung low as she stood there next to the island in her black silk kimono, wondering what she should do differently to light the spark she'd thought she'd already ignited the night she showed up at the plant.

"Maybe you should have some more coffee," Neil said as he nuzzled up behind her, pressing his naked body against hers.

"What are you doing up?" she said with a crooked smile.

"I'm giving you want you need," he grinned as he lowered his hips, his cock slip underneath her robe, letting it glide against the crack of her ass.

She leaned back, untying the front of her robe, letting it fall off her sexy shoulders. He quickly pulled it out from between them as she turned her head to eye his naked chest.

"Are we going back to bed?" she asked, wondering if it wouldn't be quieter if they went back behind closed doors so they wouldn't wake up the baby.

"Where's the spontaneity in that?" he replied, running his hands along her ribs.

She pushed her mug across the counter, wanting to give them room, not knowing what he had in mind. He turned her in response, lifting her up quickly onto the countertop. She let out a playful squeal, spreading her thighs for him as he leaned forward to lick her.

"Oh... baby," she hissed as he dug his tongue inside, her hands automatically going to his thick blond strands. She grasped his hair, pulling him deeper to her pussy, loving how he wasn't playing around. He attacked her clit, slipping his middle two fingers inside, curling them as he began to thrust his arm back and forth.

She leaned back, first on her hands, then letting her forearms support her upper body as he rammed his fingers inside her cunt. It was so raw and unexpected, and it frightened her how wet she'd gotten so fast. There was something about the way he was cupping his wrist and curling his fingers, hitting her G-spot perfectly, that was bringing her close to the edge so fast she felt faint.

"God...NEIL!" she shrieked.

Pulling up, he reached behind with his free hand, grabbing a dishtowel off the handle of the stove. "Here... you're going to need this," he said, doubling his efforts by going even faster.

She was about to ask why she needed the towel, when her climax hit full-force. Stuffing it in her mouth, she screamed as she began spurting, her cum splashing all over the counter and floor as he continued to fuck her with his hand.

"That's it, babe. Cum for me," he grinned, placing his other hand on her mound to stretch her skin, making her explode even more.

"UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"You're not done yet. Keep cumming."

His words and his actions made her launch a second time.

"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!"

She fell onto her back, her legs flopping down as they hung over the edge of the counter. He wiped his fingers on her landing strip, smiling as he looked at how wet her inner thighs were. Before she could start to recover, he was pulling her off the countertop, putting her back as he'd found her with her back toward him. Pressing her chest into the wet puddle she'd left behind, he entered her with a hard burst of his hips.

"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHH!" she howled once more into the towel as he started ripping his hips as fast as he could.

He held her in place, his strong hands gripping her shoulders. She closed her eyes, knowing another orgasm was close. It was building deep in her belly, the warm burning sensation in her pulsing clit sending waves of pleasure throughout her lower extremities. She was weak, held helpless as he ravaged her, and she loved it.

He came shortly after she did, her pussy overflowing with his hot sticky sperm. He wasn't fully inside when he started shooting, something she knew he did on purpose so she'd have a bigger mess between her legs. Sure enough, she started leaking his huge load on the floor as soon as he pulled out.

Patting her ass tenderly, he walked away. "I'm going back to bed. We're going out in a couple of hours. Make sure you wear a short skirt... but no heels. Wear your Nikes."

Spitting out the towel, she panted. "O... okay."

"I love you Anna."

"God I love you too, baby."

Lying there with her upper body still against the countertop, her toes barely touched the floor. She was breathing hard, the pounding she'd taken feeling like another cardio workout. She realized her hands were gripping the far edge of the counter, something she didn't know she'd done while he was fucking her, and that made her smile.

"I wish I had pictures of that," she whispered. That's when it hit her... one of the things she was missing that made her feel so adventurous. They hadn't been taking any pictures. "Son of a bitch... how could we have forgotten that!"

Standing upright, she nearly slipped, the floor wet from her first orgasm. Or maybe it was the second. Grabbing the towel, she shook her head with a laugh. "Maybe this is why he said I'd need this towel."

She finished cleaning up just when she heard Owen rumbling around in his crib. Walking into his nursery, she smiled as he stood; his happy face lighting up when he saw her. Picking him up, she gave him a sweet kiss, relishing his embrace as he wrapped his tiny arms around her neck.

"Good morning my little man. Let's get you changed."

Placing him on the changing table, she quickly removed his wet diaper, replacing it before getting him dressed for the day. Then she carried him into the living room, sitting on the love seat for their morning ritual, made easier by the fact that she was already nude. As he latched onto one of her breasts to begin drinking his breakfast, she smiled.