Ann: The Married Years Ch. 36

"I want it to be what we want it to be," she said breathlessly, her hand taking his neck to pull him toward her.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss; one that lingered longer than either one of them realized. It started steamy, and progressed to heated, her tongue searching his mouth as his hand moved toward her lower back, caressing her through her coat. When they finally parted they noticed Brooke was smiling at them, her hand clutching at her chest.

"Sorry," Neil grinned.

"Please don't be. It's one of the best parts about working here. I never get tired of seeing couples in love."

"You're going to see a lot more than that if he doesn't get me to the room pretty soon," she teased, biting at his lower lip.

He chuckled. "Hmm... seems like we've already moved away from the romantic mood you were talking about."

"That's right," she said as she patted his cheek before starting to move past him. "I'm suddenly feeling quite slutty," she confessed, her voice louder on purpose. "I'll be in the room, lover. Hurry up and get our bags. And don't forget the one with the toys."

He watched her walk slowly up a narrow staircase, her hips swaying seductively in her tight jeans. "God she turns me on," he said out loud, knowing Brooke was still there, watching the two of them.

"I can tell," she giggled, eyeing the noticeable bulge in the front of his Levis.

"Again, sorry."

"Again, please don't be. It's another one of the perks I do enjoy. You better hurry before she starts without you."

"It wouldn't be the first time," he chortled as he made his way back outside.

Try as he might, he couldn't bring everything in on the first trip. With their being no baggage cart available, and the elevator to the second floor being a bit out of the way, he decided to just make the best of it. He set the bags just inside the door to at least get them into the building, returning to the car to get the rest of their things.

Brooke was waiting for him when he came back with the last of their bags, holding the smaller suitcase and Ann's makeup bag.

"You don't have to do that," he said as he came inside from the cold.

"It's part of my job," she replied. "And you're keeping her waiting."

"She was just teasing. We're going to dinner."

"Regardless, I couldn't help but overhear that it's your anniversary. Whether you're dining or... playing, you're doing this when you could be doing something else. Let's get you upstairs."

He acquiesced, carrying the two bigger bags and a hanging one, allowing Brooke to lead the way with the two she was carrying, along with the bag that contained the breast pump. When they reached the top, she turned left and pointed down the hall, allowing him to walk alongside. "So, is this the one with the toys?" she finally asked, lifting the small suitcase she was carrying.

"Yes," he responded politely, not offering much more.

"Seems heavy."

"Anna likes to be prepared."

"Hmm... she sounds like me," she laughed. He wasn't sure what to make of that comment, or her obvious curiosity. Not wanting to get his weekend sidetracked, he chose not to answer. Brooke quickly picked up on it. "I'm sorry. I've said too much."

"No. I'm just trying to find the room."

"Nice try. I'm taking you to the room, remember?"

His sheepish grin gave him away. "Oh... yeah."

"It's no big deal. I do it all the time. I listen to the guests... try to get to know them in the brief time I have so I can help them enjoy their stay."

"You do that with everyone?"

"Well, not everyone," she winked, flashing a sexy smile.

He set down one of the bags, draping the hanging one over it so he could get the key out of his pocket. Opening the door, he motioned for Brooke to go inside first. Before he could say anything, Ann called out excitedly from the small quaint room.

"We've got a canopy bed, baby. And it's really sturdy!"

"Babe... Brooke is with me."

"I can see that. This is becoming more like Sacramento by the second," she replied, her hand gripping one of the posts at the foot of the bed as she stood next to it in the nude. Her mind had again flashed to the picturesque bed and breakfast in California, and how Neil had left the door open while she was parading around nude for him in the room, only to have the Andersons stroll by. It was how they became friends, and Ann couldn't help but wonder what this impromptu visit might become. "Hello again, Brooke."

Brooke averted her stare, her eyes darting about, first toward the door, and then to her feet. "Hi Anna... I'm sorry. I should have waited by the door. Neil motioned for me to come in, but I should have known better."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Why are you staring at the floor? Do I act like I'm embarrassed?"

"I'm just hoping to seem polite in an awkward situation. And no, you don't," she said, peering up bashfully.

"Well if you want to be polite, you should stop looking at the floor," she laughed. Pointing casually across the room, she said, "And if you would, please put the bags over there."

Brooke actually relaxed from the playfulness of the couple. They were exactly like she'd hoped they'd be when she watched them kissing downstairs. Actually, they were more than that. It was obviously they were very sexual, but beyond that, they were fairly open about it; case in point, the gorgeous naked woman standing seductively in front of her, confidently grasping the bedpost like it was a stripper pole. The sexiness of the act made her wonder if Ann had ever danced.

Spurred by the energy, sexual and otherwise, floating about the rustic suite, she eased her way across the room with the bags. In doing so, she felt the courage to say, "By the way, Anna, you're right. The bed is very sturdy. Just do us a favor."

"Let me guess, the bedsprings squeak," Ann snickered.

"The floor does too, but I wouldn't worry about that. This old place is surprisingly soundproof. At least, we don't seem get a lot of complaints in that regard."

"Okay, so what's the favor?"

"If you're going to be using the bedposts for, well... let's just say that if you intend on using them for something other than to hold up the canopy, it would be appreciated if you'd use some washcloths to pad the wood first."

Neil shook his head in confusion. "I'm sorry. Pad the wood?"

"We'd rather not have the ropes marking up the posts," she grinned. "If you need more washcloths, or anything else, just let me know."

"What in the world would make you think we would do that?"

"I'm not saying you will. I'm just saying if. You wouldn't be the first couple that took advantage of the bedposts that way. It happens more often than you'd think. I guess it's because most people don't have them at home anymore, so it becomes a fantasy. Anyway, I just thought I'd mention it."

"Do you mention that to all your guests?"

"No. Just the ones that bring a suitcase full of toys," she winked. "Have a good time. And again, if you need anything, just let me know," she said as she left, closing the door behind her.

"She seems nice," Ann said nonchalantly, basically ignoring the entire conversation that had just taken place. Her mind was on other things. Taking the hanging bag from Neil's hand, she gave him another kiss in the process. "Get dressed. We're going to dinner."

"Could have fooled me," he laughed as he watched her sexy ass walking away.

"I told you, I'm hungry. I'll devour you later. I promise," she cooed as she closed herself inside the tiny bathroom.

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

"WOW!"

"Surprised to see us so soon," Ann asked.

Brooke nodded; her mouth agape staring at the brown-haired beauty as she moved elegantly down the staircase. "Well, yeah. But, wow! And here I thought you looked incredible without clothes on."

"Why thank you. That might be one of the nicest compliments I've ever had from a woman. Which way is the restaurant?"

"It's back down this hallway. Take a right and go to the end of that hallway and you'll go through the inn entrance to the restaurant."

Ann thanked her again, breezing by in her sexy silver cocktail dress. Neil was right behind her in a new tailored suit she'd picked up for him for the occasion. He felt like James Bond again. Of course, a big part of that was because he was wearing his toy Walther PPK underneath his dinner jacket.

"Wow!" Brooke said as she got a look at him. "You look just as incredible as she does."

"Thank you," he nodded, pulling at the cuff on his shirt sleeve beneath his jacket in an attempt to look more debonair.

"Enjoy your dinner."

He was actually enjoying the view of Ann's bare back. The dress was an unusual design. It was long sleeved, and it covered her shoulders. It also barely covered her shapely ass, a hint of her crack showing. The hem was more modest, coming down to mid thigh. But from the top of her shoulders to the top of her ass, she was bare. Her shimmering bronze skin was evidence that she tanned naked. Knowing his wife, she intended to make the occasional visit to a tanning booth to keep it that way. With winter just beginning, she would use those sessions as a way to keep her look until she could lie outside again.

The front of the dress clung to her like a second skin, the shiny thin material molding to her body. Her large breasts stretched the material, her hard nipples pressing into the fabric to the point he wondered if she'd used the pump on them again to make them stick out so much.

She held a silver clutch in her right hand, a black leather band holding on a silver watch to her left wrist. Her hair was pulled up high, showing off the dangling diamond earrings she was wearing. And her sexy neckline was adorned with a black velvet choker. He'd done a double-take when she walked out of the bathroom holding a pair of silver spiked heels; first at the outfit itself, and then at the choker, thinking for sure she's donned a collar.

"I'm not Annabelle," she winked as she saw him staring at it.

"I know. But I love it. My god, you look so beautiful Anna."

"And you look incredibly handsome," she smiled, "but I'm not Anna tonight either."

He assumed she was just going to be Ann. It was, after all, their anniversary. Letting it go, he watched as she sat silently in a chair to slip on her shoes, offering just a hint of the heavenly mound between her sexy legs; but enough to prove she wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress at all. He knew it before she sat down, but the revelation sent a shiver up his spine nonetheless. Picking up the smaller suitcase, she opened her purse, pulling out a key to open the locks.

"Need a toy?" he asked.

"In a manner of speaking," she nodded. Pulling out the shoulder holster, she handed him his pretend weapon. "More of a prop, I suppose. Here you go James."

"James?"

"It's been a long time since you've been Bond. I thought it might be nice to do a little role-playing tonight."

"Really? On our anniversary?"

"We don't have to," she said as she pulled out another gun, encased in a different kind of holster. Placing her shoe on the chair, she lifted the hem of her skirt, flashing all of her very wet pussy as she strapped it to her inner left thigh. Putting her dress back in place when she finished, she put her hands on her hips. "It's totally up to you."

"What the hell," he said, ripping off his jacket to put on the shoulder harness, her infectious giggle filling the room. "So, you're Moneypenny, again?" he asked, thinking of the only time they'd dabbled with the characters together, having portrayed them the night she told him they were expecting a baby. That was almost a year and a half before.

"I doubt she wears a firearm strapped against her pussy."

"I don't think you're supposed to wear it that close."

"Where's the fun in that?" she winked. "And if you recall, I'm not a fan of being a character without a first name. Just being Moneypenny was a bit hard for me to work with mentally last time."

"So if you're not Moneypenny, who are you?"

"I was thinking I'd be Pamela Bouvier."

"You mean from the last movie?" he asked, referring to License to Kill, which had come out the year they'd gotten married. It was the movie he and Tina had seen as part of a 'training mission' the first time he'd played the character. It was part of an elaborate role-playing game Ann had devised for when they'd flown out for his job interview. Oddly, there hadn't been another Bond movie in the five years since, the longest stretch between releases in the history of the cinematic franchise.

"Yeah. I know my hair isn't the same as hers, but we have similar builds. Plus, Bouvier was Jacqueline Kennedy's maiden name," she said of the recently deceased former first lady. "And I've always loved her. I know it's not the sexiest Bond girl name, but I like it."

She looked at herself in a mirror to see if the bulge of the gun could be seen. Then she tweaked her nipples through the material, wanting them to stand out more.

"For the record... and I know I'm biased, but you're a lot hotter than the girl that played the part in the movie. And I never saw her do anything like that."

"First, you think I'm hotter because you don't care that much for short hair."

"You're hotter because you're hotter. And if you remember, her hair wasn't short at the beginning of the movie. She cut it short once they got to Isthmus."

"God, you remember everything about those movies," she laughed. "This is going to be fun. And I do appreciate you saying it that."

"You're welcome. Now, what was your second point?"

Snuggling up against him, she ran her hand seductively up and down his tie. "It's that there are a lot of things they don't show her doing, especially in bed. But that doesn't mean she didn't do them; or any Bond girl, for that matter."

"The same could be said for him," he said with a devious grin.

"You're right. Let's go to dinner, and then afterward we can come back here and discover the naughty parts that never make it into the movies."

She made a dazzling entrance into the restaurant; heads turning to watch her walk past. Thankfully, they were seated without having to wait; their table in a dimly lit corner. Neil pulled out her chair and she sat down; her clutch positioned next to her right hand as he sat to her left.

There really wasn't much role-playing during dinner. In fact, there wasn't any at all. First, Neil threw her a curve, inquiring about what she did the previous weekend.

"Are you ever going to tell me about your night with Janie?"

Ann smirked. She'd been rather quiet about that Saturday night adventure, keeping the details to herself whenever he asked. Knowing she'd eventually need to share, and realizing that with it on his mind where they were, she didn't want it to become a distraction to the fun they were about to begin.

"What would you like to know, baby?" she smiled, setting aside there personas for a moment.

"You know, it's... it's really not my business," he replied, waving her off.

She put her hand on his arm, shaking her head. "I'm your wife. I had sex outside of our marriage. Even though it's something we've agreed is within the bounds of our relationship, you have every right to know what happened if you want. I'll admit, I do like keeping the details to myself sometimes, but not to the point it creates a rift between us."

"There's no rift, babe. I was just curious, that's all."

"Because I didn't come home and tell you right away."

"Probably."

She let out her distinctive giggle. "More like definitely."

"Well, like I said, I was just curious."

"You still are. I don't want this hanging over our weekend, so, ask. What do you want to know?"

"Mainly, what took so long?"

"What took so... I spent the night with her. It was never going to be a quickie."

"No. I mean we met them in early October, but you didn't hook up with her until after Thanksgiving. I just figured if it was going to happen, it would've happened sooner."

"Oh. Well first, it wasn't going to happen until she got with Leah first. Terrence wanted to follow that novel he had her reading to the letter. As it turns out, there were two sequel books in the Lindsay series. I found that odd at first, given they're X-rated. But adult films have had sequels, so maybe it's not as unusual as I made it out to be. Anyway, Terrence made them live out all three books, so, I wasn't sure we'd ever get together. It didn't matter to me. I've always been more concerned about us being friends."

"So what changed?"

"Terrence."

"What?"

"Apparenty the only woman Lindsay was having sex with in the books was her husband's secretary, Daphne. That meant Janie was only given the opportunity to be with Leah. There were a lot of encounters between them. From what I understand they really were getting into it. But Terrence was reading ahead, needing to know where the plotline was going so he could make plans, and it disappointed him that there were no other lesbian encounters with anyone other than the Daphne character. So, he adapted the script of the real-life movie they were playing out, changing it from the third novel."

"How so?"

Ann explained the plot toward the end of the third novel. While divorce attorney William Davenport had seemingly successfully salvaged his marriage with Lindsey by pushing her, opening her up to many new avenues of sexual pleasures, he was concerned about the one itch she never scratched. Lindsey had professed a need to satiate a forbidden desire. While she knew from the start that she couldn't have an affair, or even a one night stand with some stranger, that fantasy continued to call out to her. He recognized that if he didn't find a way to fulfill her desires, it could potentially ruin all the work they'd done to repair their relationship, sexual and otherwise.

William struggled with how to solve the problem. The answer came in the form of a client named Stacy Jennings. He was a highly regarded businessman and philanthropist; the heir to his family's business. He'd taken control of it, and in time, turned a modest corporate entity into a multimillion dollar enterprise.

His personal life had taken a negative turn, however. His trophy wife had filed for divorce after just two years of marriage; one he'd neglected to protect by having a prenup in place. Now he was in the midst of a very messy split, with the future of his company in jeopardy. The case hinged on her claiming emotional and physical abandonment, stating he had been involved in numerous affairs. Nothing could have been futher from the truth. He admitted to being highly sexed, but the fact was that up until the day she hit him with divorce papers, he and his wife were having sex several times a day. It was like they were still newlyweds.

The shock of the allegations was almost as much as the fact he was suddenly involved in a bitter divorce. He hadn't seen either coming. William had been representing him for sixth months, and the end was still months away. It was that reality that had Jennings going crazy. He'd gone from having more sex than he could ever dream of, to being cut off completely. And the allegation that he was having extra-marital affairs caused him to have to curtail his carnal needs. He couldn't satisfy his desires for fear of looking like he was indeed a playboy.

In a moment that was close to an emotional breakdown, he confessed to William that he was considering just giving in and letting her win. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go without sex. That's when William came up with a plan to take care of Jennings problem, and Lindsey's fantasy.

"I don't understand how that relates to you being with Janie," Neil said, confused as to how the storyline was relevant to two women.

"I told you, Terrence flipped the script. It occurred to him that a woman could just as easily inherit a company and make it more successful. Plus, the name Stacy Jennings could easily be a woman's name. So, he adapted the scene to fit that narrative. At that point, it became roleplaying."