Ann: The Married Years Ch. 33

"It's going to be a great day, Owen. Mommy already got laid this morning... and we're going to go out somewhere with Daddy today. I've got a feeling we're all going to have some fun!"

She giggled when she thought of her admission, but she was also confident. It made her feel better to act like herself, even if it meant having to explain it one day. She wanted her son to grow up knowing what she didn't; that sex was a good thing, and there was nothing to be ashamed of by being sexual.

When she finished feeding him, she turned on the TV, just like Samantha had mentioned the day before. Yes, it was probably wrong, but it was like an electronic pacifier; it would keep him occupied while she did chores, or in this case, while she took a shower. Putting a tape into the VCR of one of his favorite shows, she put him in the saucer like seat; an educational contraption that allowed him to spin around and play with the various things attached to it. Or in this case, keep him in place while she got ready.

"Mommy's going to go take a quick shower, sweetie. You watch TV while I'm making myself pretty for Daddy."

He garbled something in response as he pointed happily at the colorful antics on the screen in front of him. She kissed him on the top of the head, moving away to make sure he would be okay without her. His attention was captured, and she was able to slip away down the hall. "I never thought I'd say this, but thank God for Barney."

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It was a beautiful fall morning, the sun warming up the valley, but there was still a bit of a nip in the air. The faint breeze added to it, but it was going to be in the low 60s by the time noon rolled around. She was a little surprised Neil didn't want to stay home and watch football. Then again, his beloved Redskins were having a lousy season, starting 1-4, and they wouldn't be playing until eight that night against the Eagles in Philadelphia. Regardless of the reason, she was thrilled the family was out and about.

They'd started at a park, letting Owen run around a playground for a bit, climbing on things like he was much older than ten months. He was a handful to keep track of the way with the way he could already run; the quick burst of his little legs carrying him faster than most of his older little friends in his playgroup.

But it was just the three of them as they played around. Neil surmised that it was still too cool out for families to start heading to the park. Ann countered that it was likely they were otherwise occupied, with it being a Sunday morning; the 'church crowd' as she called it. They were probably both right, but it was nice that they actually had some alone time without the extra stimulus of other kids running around and screaming.

Ann had decided that she was bringing the camera, wanting more pictures of Owen. It had become one of her favorite things, photographing him as he grew. She'd sent dozens of rolls of film off to the west coast for Rose to develop, even though they weren't of the X-rated variety. She felt better about her processing the film, and she loved how they came out. Plus, it allowed her a chance to keep in contact with their friend, while supporting her business.

Neil had taken Owen up to the top of a small slide made for babies, putting him in place. Ann stood at the bottom, taking pictures. She got a couple of him at the top and one quick one the way down. She had been squatting there waiting for him as he landed in her arms, her hand clutching the Nikon.

"Good boy!" she cheered, her heart soaring from his happy giggling. "Okay... let's watch Daddy come down the big one."

"What?" Neil laughed.

She raised the camera. "Come on, baby. Show him how it's done." She snapped a couple of pictures of Neil coming down a bigger slide, and they were waiting there to give him a hug as well. "I love you, Neil. This is so much fun."

"I love you too, Anna."

"Speaking of which... it's my turn. Come on Owen let's go down the slides again."

Handing her husband the camera, she went around to the first side, carefully climbing the steps of the play structure to the top, helping Owen as he did the same. This time he plopped down at the top all by himself, waiting for his Dad to take a picture.

"He's posing," Neil laughed as he raised the camera.

"Just like his Mom," she grinned.

"Wait... what?"

She didn't let him dwell on that, saying, "Go Owen. Slide down."

She scooted him forward, and he gently went down the short chute as Neil waited, his cute giggle filling the air. "Good job, Bear!" he encouraged, using the nickname he'd given him.

"Okay, my turn," Ann yelled from the top, carefully positioning herself on the edge of the bigger slide. "Do you have the camera ready?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You might want to put him in the stroller for a second."

"Uh, sure. Just a second."

It was funny how easily Owen would go in his strollers. Whether it was the big, heavy duty one that held a lot of stuff and allowed him to lay back if they wanted him to, or the smaller umbrella variety they were using at the park, he was usually complacent. Unlike a lot of other kids that fought it when they were having fun, he seldom pitched a fit. It was almost like he knew there was always more adventure ahead, so he didn't mind. And there was some truth to that, since Ann was always taking him places, the two of them having a good time. There really was always something else to do; another place to explore.

Just in case, Neil gave him his small Tupperware bowl of Cheerios to keep him happy. With him comfortable in the stroller, Neil focused his attention back on his wife, not cluing in to why he'd just had to do that.

But he knew as soon as she spread her legs, flashing her wet pussy underneath the red miniskirt she'd put on at his request. He quickly turned, realizing with where the stroller was parked he was shielding her view with his body.

"What are you doing?" he said with a smirk as he looked back at her.

"It's a playground. We're playing."

It wouldn't take long. That was the whole idea of flashing. Setting his lens, he took a couple of quick pictures before zooming in to get a close up of her playing with her pussy ring.

"Here I come."

"I might too if you keep playing with yourself like that," he grinned.

He refocused, holding he button to fire the shutter as she slid down, her legs spread over the edges of the slide the entire way.

Leaping up, she cupped his groin, giving him a wet, sexy kiss. "Come on, baby. It's time to swing."

Five minutes later, Owen was in one of the infant swings, his Mom pushing him higher and higher, and he was giggling as Neil snapped more photos.

"I honestly think he's going to be a daredevil," he said as he took another one. "The higher you go, the more he likes it."

Her chest filled with pride. "I can tell you this; he's going to be a hell of an athlete. You can already tell by the way he does things. And there's nothing wrong with being a thrill seeker."

"He gets that from you," he teased.

She gave Owen one more push, and then moved over to a regular one a couple of spots down on the huge swing-set. "You're right. He does," she said, perching her ass on the edge of the rubber seat. Gripping the chains, she pushed back with her toes, rocking back and forth to gain some height.

Sure enough, every time she swung toward him, she'd spread her legs, offering a perfect view of her bare pussy. Neil went back and forth, taking pictures of his son, and then his slutty wife, the contrast between the two making him laugh.

"We are quite the family," he chuckled.

"Is this too much?" she asked, worried that she was going too far with their son so close.

"I don't think so baby. This is all just innocent fun. And he can't see what you're doing anyway."

"Good, because I don't want to stop," she smiled.

"I don't want you too either."

Reaching for the zipper of the white hooded sweatshirt she was wearing, she lowered it all the way, exposing her bare breasts. "Is this too much?"

"Holy shit," he groaned, feeling his cock hardening more, the shutter firing on the camera to capture just how sexy she looked.

She let out a playful laugh of her own. "I'll take that as a no."

A few moments later, she'd shed the top entirely, throwing it at him, loving the freedom she felt swinging back and forth while barely clothed. And what little she still had on wasn't hiding anything.

"Hurry... take a couple before anyone shows up," she urged, knowing whatever fun they were having at the moment was risky, and she might need to cover up quickly.

She'd gotten dressed long before another family showed up. They stayed a while longer, allowing Owen to romp around some more before they decided to head on to another adventure. Neil held Ann's hand as they walked to her car, pushing the stroller with one hand.

"I can't believe you just did that," he said as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"I can't believe it's been so long since we did it the last time," she sighed, her head falling to his shoulder as he put his arm around her to hold her close. "I've missed doing that for you."

"Who are you kidding? That was as much for you as it was for me."

"Mmm... yes, it was!"

"Are you ready to go?"

"If you are."

"I'm starving. Let's go get some lunch."

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As lunches go, it was quick. Then again, it was fast food. They'd stopped at a Wendy's after their fun in the park, not wanting to spend an exorbitant amount of time just eating. Their day was going to be cut a bit short just because of Neil having to go to work that night, so spending it eating, even though they knew they needed to, seemed like such a waste.

Ann was still on edge after posing for Neil. It had been so long since she'd been on the naughty side of a camera, she'd forgotten what a rush it was. Sitting in the atrium, eating a salad, she flashed back to when she and Neil had crossed the country together before they were ever married, the two of them driving for days, with him taking hundreds of pictures of the trip, the vast majority of them of her naked, doing something sexy... or sexual.

Her eyes locked onto his, sparkling as she remembered most of the details like they'd just happened. Yet there were some she was fuzzy on.

"Where were we?" she asked, winking at him across the table.

"Nevada," he replied, knowing instantly what she was referring to.

"That's right. It was really hot, wasn't it?"

"So were you... just like you are now."

"I don't know about that. If I remember, I was covered with fresh cum when I first walked into that Wendy's."

He nodded appreciatively, recalling how she looked that day. "Well, it wasn't that fresh. It was mostly dried in your hair, but it was pretty messy. And the cum on your face wasn't very noticeable by the time we got there."

"Says you," she laughed. "You came so much it seemed more like ten guys had shot all over me."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious baby. You do that to me all the time. I've never been in one, obviously, but that has to be what being the only girl in a gangbang feels like."

Arching an eyebrow, he asked, "Wishful thinking?"

"It's crossed my mind. Not the fucking part, necessarily. I've never fantasized about that, because it doesn't really appeal to me. But sucking off a group of guys, and then being covered with cum... absolutely."

"Really?"

"It's been hard not to think about it after what Martina did at the Super Bowl party a couple of years ago. It makes me wonder what it would be like if the Niners ever make the game again. Being the center of attention at the party would be interesting."

"Interesting good... or interesting bad?"

"I'm not sure. Sometimes I have mixed emotions. I just know I've thought about it... sucking off every guy at the party and letting them cum on me," she said, her eyes staring into the distance as she actually imagined it that very moment. Her wistful smile gave away her thoughts. Then she snapped out of it as she took another bite of her salad. Shrugging it off, she said, "Not that it matters right now. We're months away from the game, and San Francisco has really disappointed me the last couple of years. Ever since Montana left, they keep screwing up when it counts."

"Well it's a good thing they didn't make the game last year," he said.

He was right. They went to the party, but only stayed for the first quarter. And that was a miracle, what with Owen being born just a month before. Everyone was stunned when Ann showed up, ready to work the party as one of the sluts. But it was a limited engagement. It would have killed her to have to leave early if her favorite team was in the game.

But she wasn't thinking that way. "I suppose. I'd rather they went to the Super Bowl to be honest. I'm so tired of losing to the fucking Cowboys in the playoffs."

He let that subject die, knowing it was a sore one for her, what with the Niners losing in the NFC championship game the two previous years. Instead he circled the conversation back to where they started.

"But you do like wearing cum on your face in front of other people," he nodded.

She smirked, knowing he was changing the subject. "Yes, I do, and not just on my face... anywhere really. I never thought I'd admit that, but yes, I love it. That first time, in Nevada... honestly Neil, I don't think I'd ever done anything that wicked in my life. And it was so much hotter because you made me do it. I can't pass a Wendy's without thinking about it."

"What about what we did in the restaurant?"

Taking a bite of her Frosty, she grinned. "You mean taking pictures of me topless?"

"I think we took more than that. I'm pretty sure I got a couple of you in your short skirt too."

"That's right. You made me put my Frosty against my pussy to cool it off!"

Realizing that she was sitting in the same location inside the atrium as they had in the Wendy's in Nevada, he couldn't help but wonder. "So, did you sit at this table on purpose?"

"Absolutely," she winked.

Reaching underneath the larger stroller they'd brought inside, he pulled out the camera. "Then open your top."

"I thought you'd never ask," she responded, reaching for the zipper.

"I'm not asking, Anna. I'm making you." A shiver ran down her spine, his confident stare freezing her. Her fingers actually trembled from the image he cut in the seat across from her. While it was still playful, the moment took on an entirely different mood. She'd controlled the action at the park for the most part. Now he'd firmly taken the reigns, and that excited her to no end.

"You're making me?" she affirmed, her voice cracking.

"Yes. Now stop stalling. I want to see your tits."

She slowly lowered the zipper, leaving the very bottom still fastened. He snapped a picture of her cleavage, the sound startling her. It also brought some attention from a couple of groups at the other end of the atrium. But with her back to them, all they were certain of was he'd taken a picture of her. He took another to get them used to the idea what they were doing, making it seem more innocent than it was. With that the other diners went back to their food and conversation, and the illusion of privacy was somewhat restored.

"Take them out," he stated firmly, his voice calm and direct.

"Okay," she answered obediently, never bothering to look over her shoulder. She trusted he'd keep them safe. Slipping her hand inside, she scooped the material over her left breast, before doing the same to the other.

He took another couple of pictures quickly before setting the camera on the seat next to him. When she looked at him for direction, he nodded as he took a sip of his drink. "Leave them out. I'll tell you if you need to cover up."

She became nervous, her neck flushing. This wasn't some remote town in the middle of a desolate Nevada desert. This was where they lived, in a place that was about to be hit with the rush of a weekend lunch crowd within the next hour. Plus, when she'd done it that first time the shades of the atrium had been lowered because of the extreme temperatures. Now they were up, and she was technically exposed to anyone walking by the front of the restaurant, or driving through the parking lot.

"Neil..."

"Do you remember when we did this, babe," he said coolly while chewing on a French fry.

"Very."

"I think this was the point where I had you take my shoe off. Do you remember that?"

"Yes. You made me cum with your foot. Wait, are you -"

"No. But I will if you keep questioning me. Now relax and eat your Frosty," he said, focusing the lens on Owen, who'd fallen asleep in the stroller with a French fry in his hand.

He made her do the things he could recall her doing before, trying to summon up the images of the pictures he'd viewed dozens of times from that day. He had her rubbing the frigid container against her nipples, making them harden even more as he photographed her.

Then she was asked to push her chair out, and he got up, taking some of her with her legs spread wide, showing off her wet pussy. "I suppose I have to put this against my cunt now?" she said, doing it without waiting for his answer.

"Good girl," he grinned, watching her spoon a couple of bites with the tasty treat pressed against her mound, blocking the view. It was like going back in time.

After telling her to remove the cup so he could take a couple of close-ups, he let her scoot back in place. She let out a sigh of relief, not just because she was no longer spreading her thighs, but because it didn't look so staged. She knew they were being looked at while he took those latest ones because he'd stood up. Playing it off in her mind, she reasoned that no one could really see anything. And in truth, if anyone looked in her direction, it was but a momentary glance by the neighboring tables on the other side of the room. They were too busy with their own groups that they never bothered to investigate further.

Still she was self-conscious about it. "Are you sure no one saw?"

"Not really. I was too busy taking pictures. Why?"

"I just wondered. I felt so exposed."

"You were. You are. This is what I wanted to do today."

"I know." She shuddered, the notion that this wasn't just a quick flirtation settling over her. It also thrilled her that they were on the same page, even though he acted shocked when she started flashing him at the park.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm just getting used to this again. It's been a long time since we've done it. Are we almost done here?"

"Not quite. We need to wait for them to leave."

She wasn't sure why. They were done eating at that point, and she figured they would be going home. After all, he had to go to work that night, and he was still getting his internal clock changed over. If it were going to be like any other shift change weekend where he went from second to third, he was going to need a long nap starting around six. And that meant he wouldn't want to be running around all day long.

Choosing not to question him about his motives, she sat there with her breasts hanging out, drinking her diet cola. Finally, one of the groups got up to leave, followed shortly by the other. As soon as they'd passed the partition into the main dining area, Neil grabbed the camera again.

"Hurry up... take off your top."

"WHAT!"

"Do it Anna. We don't have a lot of time. Someone else might come down here any second, and this is the one shot we didn't get. You were totally topless last time."

"I thought this was good enough. You can see my tits."

"I want the pictures to be as close to the same as possible. Now do it, or you're not cumming the rest of the day."

"Well that's a dirty trick," she laughed nervously as she quickly took it off.