Ann: The Married Years Ch. 41

The paper she'd slid across his desk was itemized; every detail accounted for. Well, almost. "I couldn't find anything on the pinstripes, so we'll call that even with the hundred dollars you owe me for helping with Mr. Big Shot."

"Anna, I'm not sure I'm following you."

"Sure you are Ryan. You're the top salesman here for a reason. And I'm a woman that always gets what she wants. Well, not always, but certainly enough to know that whenever I do my homework, I have the hand with all the cards. So there's no need for you to play the bluffing game most dealers want to play."

"So, you're saying that this is what you expect to pay for this van," he questioned, pointing at the number she'd totaled on the bottom of the sheet.

"No, that's the number I'm going to pay. Not a penny more."

"What's this line about a trade-in? We haven't even seen your vehicle. How can we know what it's worth?"

Handing him another stack of papers from a different folder, she grinned politely. "Here are five written appraisals from local experts, all notarized, as well as the blue book value for my car. The mileage has factored in driving it here, so it's pretty accurate. And the car itself would rate as 'excellent', as you can see by all the appraisals I've had done."

"So where did this figure come from?"

"I used to be a gymnast, Ryan. This is a just like the scoring done by the judges. You take out the high appraisal and the low one and throw them aside. And then you use the average of the other three. That's the number I used... but feel free to do the math yourself."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you."

"So, I have to ask. What happens if I say no?"

"That's the only vehicle on your lot that I want. So for you, it would be take it or leave it."

"And if I leave it?"

She pulled out five other manila folders from her briefcase, holding them up, all labeled with the names of other dealerships. "I'm going to buy a vehicle, Ryan. Today. I might be biting into your commission a little, but we both know you're doing well no matter what you sell that minivan for. The only question is; are you interested in selling me that minivan?"

"Of course, I'm interested. But how do I even know you'll qualify for financing?"

"How do you know I'm not paying in cash?"

"You're paying in CASH?" he replied, a little louder than he thought.

"No, but you shouldn't be so quick to assume. And you also shouldn't assume that someone that came into your office with all this information on the minivan wouldn't have that already taken care of." Pulling out yet another paper, she pointed at the letterhead. "I used to work at a bank, so I know how this works. There, on that line, you can see how much I'm approved for. And that's the bank vice president's signature... Charles Danielson IV."

"Yes it is," he grinned. "Chuck and I are actually friends. We play golf together occasionally."

She pulled her mobile phone from the briefcase, kind of shaking it in her hand for him to notice. "So, all it's going to take is a phone call to my friend at the bank to tell her which of the six vehicles I've picked out ahead as the one I'm actually buying, and the financing is set. Then I make a call to my insurance company to button that up, and we're good to go."

"Do I need to even bother to ask you if you want to test drive it?"

Shaking her head, she smiled politely. "I've not driven that exact minivan, but I did take a model of every car I'm interested in on an extended test drive. I spent an entire day going to different dealers, putting up with their bullshit. And I did that so when it came time to actually buy, I would be the one in control."

He smirked, his head bobbing in agreement. "Our industry does make it uncomfortable sometimes." Taking a breath, he leaned forward, his elbows on his desk, hands clasped in front of them. "So, why'd you come here first?"

"Like I said, I picked out six vehicles I really liked... and then I ranked them. You have the one I want the most, but I'm not so sold on any of them that I'll be disappointed if I don't get that van. And just so you know... if you say no to my offer, I'll respect your decision. But I'll also be heading to my next stop and I won't be coming back."

"This is by far the most intriguing negotiation I've ever been through, Anna. And I've been doing this for fifteen years."

"This isn't a negotiation Ryan. It's a purchase, just like I would be doing if I were buying an outfit."

Chuckling, he couldn't help but glance at her attire. "I'd comment on what you're wearing now, but I don't want to end up emasculated like Bruce."

"You're not a prick, Ryan. There'd be no need for me to do that to you. I'm sure you're smart enough to recognize I wore this as a calculated move. A woman has to use what's available to her in this world, especially when it comes to buying a vehicle. You can't blame me for that."

"Not blaming. Just admiring... but I'm sure that's not something I should be dwelling on. I have a decision to make about your proposal."

"Please. I don't want to waste any more of our time. If I need to be heading to another dealer, I'd like to get going, because I am buying one today." She leaned onto his desk much like he was, her generous cleavage nearly spilling out. It would have had it not been for her jacket being buttoned.

Picking up his phone, he dialed three numbers, waiting patiently as his eyes fought with his brain, wanting to peer at the tempting crevice between her full breasts. While they weren't quite the size they'd been since she'd stopped breastfeeding, they remained much, much larger than they'd been before she became pregnant, to her delight. And Ryan's as well.

"Frank, this is Ryan. I have a vehicle I need you to bring in and prep for delivery. The VIN number is...."

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Neil couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside the dealership. Ann had been in there almost a half-hour, and there'd been no sign from her that he should go in. Then again, she hadn't said there'd be one, only telling him to give her time to pick out the salesman or woman she wanted to deal with. Although he knew she was thinking more of a man, since she'd bluntly admitted it.

Not knowing if he should go inside or not, he took her advice, meandering through the expansive lot looking at new cars as he pushed the stroller around. He was also entertaining Owen, who was full of life as he sat buckled in place. It wasn't that he was fussy; just active, but he was currently occupied by the bowl of crackers his daddy had placed in front of him.

They bonded over cars, like any father and son might, even though the son was only fifteen months old. It was a beautiful early spring day, the temperature mild for a morning, the sunny skies bringing with it warmth and fresh air. It was supposed to get over 70 degrees, but it felt it was closer to that already, even with it being well before noon, no doubt the effects of the blacktop lot they were on.

Neil took his time, going from car to car, talking to Owen about them. He didn't bother to stop too long, fearful of attracting a salesperson himself. But to no avail. He was on the lot, looking, and that practically required attention from one of the staff looking to make a sale. He politely excused two of them, explaining that he was just browsing. They didn't seem too displeased, overhearing them as they stood near a lamp post, lighting up cigarettes as they waited for another victim to arrive.

While he wasn't trying to eavesdrop, he couldn't help but overhear their conversation. They were like two teenagers in the schoolyard, talking about something that happened inside. He knew at once the woman they were referring to was Ann, his chest swelling with pride when they described her. Yes, they were being rude and vulgar, just like guys, talking about how hot she was, and how they'd love to fuck her. It was silly masculine boasting, something he'd done himself more times than he cared to admit. But this was his wife they were fantasizing about, and it thrilled him to know she was thought of that way.

It was an odd reaction, but he loved that she was the object of their desire. After all, she belonged to him, and there was something perversely exciting about being married to such an attractive woman that men actually coveted having her. There were commandments written about such things.

He couldn't wait to tell her later how she'd been viewed, knowing it would turn her on. But he set that aside, his interest peaked when they changed the subject from wanting to fuck her brains out, to how she'd apparently put someone they considered an asshole into what they felt was his proper place.

"I can believe that," Neil snickered when he heard one of the salesmen recounting how Ann had left the guy high and dry, feeling him up while ridiculing him at the same time.

"She even commented on how small his dick is!" the other one cackled, the two sharing a belly laugh over what had transpired inside the showroom.

"Sounds like Mommy's making her presence felt, Owen," Neil said as he checked out another vehicle.

It went on like that for several minutes, with him staying within earshot of the two guys as they talked and laughed. When their conversation circled back to how hot they thought she was, his sense of pride kicked in once more. It didn't bother him that they were graphically describing what they wanted to do with her, or to her. In a way, it was turning him on, and he actually felt his cock start to twinge in his jeans.

They were just describing what it would be like for the two of them to take her together, Neil's mind racing back to how he and Alphonso had done that very same thing just a couple months before, when the moment was lost. A young kid no more than twenty came running out of the back of the dealership, keys in hand.

"Where are you going, Danny?" one of the salesmen asked.

"Frank told me to hurry and get a minivan ready. Ryan just sold it to some hot babe, and he wants me detail it."

"How do you know she's hot?" he laughed.

"It's all over the shop. Did you hear what she did to Bruce?"

"We watched it!"

"That's fucking awesome! I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of her when I get done!"

The second salesman smacked the first on the arm. "That son-of-a-bitch did it again. Damn he's smooth."

"I've got to learn to be more patient like he is. They seem to fall in his lap."

"Yeah... maybe she's giving him a lap dance right now!"

"I bet she is. The guy gets more tail than the rest of us combined!"

Neil heard that, but his mind was occupied. So were his eyes; now trailing the kid sprinting across the car lot, watching to see where he'd end up. He wasn't sure he'd heard him correctly, but sure enough, he drove past in a sharp burgundy minivan.

"I don't remember Mommy talking about getting a van, Owen. What do you think about that?" His son gurgled a happy response, responding to his father's voice. "I think it's a great idea too. I think it's safe to go inside now. Let's go see what she's up to."

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He'd learn to expect the unexpected, so it didn't shock Neil that his wife had taken off her suit jacket. He naturally assumed it was part of her negotiating tactics. After all, she'd practically insinuated as much when he'd questioned what she was wearing before they left. That she was sitting across from the salesman she'd 'picked out', her bare breasts showing through her blouse as she sipped a cup of coffee didn't surprise him. What did was the casual expression on the salesman's face as he filled out paperwork. He seemed undistracted by her brazen attitude.

Pushing the stroller through the door to the office, he grinned. "I see you're having a good time."

"There you are! I was wondering if you were going to come in," she said as she got up to give him a hug.

His eyes diverted to her chest, and he sighed. "Looks like you didn't need me."

"I wouldn't say that," she cooed, lifting her left leg at the knee as she gave him a long, steamy kiss, her arms draped over his broad shoulders. "I always need you."

"I meant with buying a car. Or in ths case... a minivan."

"Yeah, about that... I wanted something more versatile. One of the moms in our playgroup has one, and it's incredible. You're going to love it!"

"It's yours, Ann. All that matters is that you love it."

"I want you to love it too, baby. And as you can see," she said, standing back and jutting out her chest a bit, "I'm clearly Anna today."

"Using your assets to get your way?" he winked.

"Actually, I didn't pull the girls out until Ryan agreed to my proposal."

Neil snickered at how she referred to her breasts as the girls. It was something she'd started when they got bigger. She'd always been disappointed with her chest, thinking her breasts weren't big enough. Having gotten over that feeling once she married Neil, she knew he was sincere when he said he loved her, and them, just the way they were. But she loved the change that happened when she became pregnant, and it thrilled her that while they'd gone down in size a little bit since she'd stopped breastfeeding, and then pumping, they remained much bigger than they'd been before. So much so that she continued to call them by the new affectionate nickname she'd come up with.

Still, it puzzled him that she'd taken off her jacket only after she'd made a deal to buy the new van. And his expression said as much. "I'll explain later," she whispered.

Turning her attention to her son, she walked around to the front of the stroller, leaning over provocatively at the waist as she unbuckled him. Her skirt rose up, showing off the shapely curves of her naked ass, her pussy peeking out between her tightly closed thighs.

"Are you sure I can't entice you, Ryan?" she asked, wiggling her rear a bit as she glanced over her shoulder.

He smirked as he looked up from the paperwork he was dutifully completing. His soft chuckle coincided with him shaking his head ever so gently. "No, I'm sure, Anna... but I can appreciate the view."

"Thanks... that's sweet," she said as she stood, turning around as she held her son. Shifting gears seamlessly from the seductive temptress to the loving wife and mother, she took Neil's hand, pulling him inside, closing the door behind them. "Ryan, this is my husband, Neil. And this... is Owen."

Ryan stood and tickled Owen under his chin, getting a giggle in response. "Good morning Owen. How are you today?" he said in a childish voice. Then clearing his throat, he held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Neil."

"Nice to meet you too, Ryan. I hope my wife hasn't been too much trouble."

"Nothing of the sort. We're having a great time. Why don't you have a seat while I finish filling out these papers?"

Ann sat in the chair she'd been in, holding Owen on her lap, bobbing him up and down on her knee. "Mommy got us a new van, sweetie," she said excitedly.

"Yes she did," Ryan added. "And she drove a hard bargain. Not to sound chauvinistic, but you should be proud of her Neil. Hell, I'm proud of her. I've never seen anyone this prepared to buy a vehicle."

"I'm always proud of her, for a lot of reasons," he said as he eyed her breasts gently bouncing as she did the same to their son.

"So tell me, Anna... is he bisexual?" Ryan asked with an impish nod toward Neil.

"Uh... what?" Neil said, snapping to attention.

"HA! Sorry, Ryan... no, he isn't. But he is damn fine, isn't he?"

"Okay, what am I missing?"

Ryan looked up and waved his hand in a dismissive fashion, laughing at what seemed like an inside joke. "I apologize, Neil. We've been behaving badly. I was just teasing, although you are as handsome as she said you were."

"I'm not following. Babe?"

She shrugged and giggled. Ryan explained, sort of. "Let's just say that your wife is a very, very perceptive woman."

The light bulb finally came on over his head. "Oh. Ooooohhhhh!"

"Yes, I'm gay," he said, nervous but proudly. "I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Anyway, she picked up on it, which is something else that's never happened before."

"Oh my God, she didn't out you, did she?"

"Well, only in here," he replied, motioning around his office. "But I wasn't going to deny it when she said it. I just don't ever talk about it here at work."

"How come?"

"I sell cars for a living, Neil. Cars are supposed to be macho. And most people I sell to are guys. Your wife is an exception there too. Hell, Anna's just exceptional, but I'm sure you knew that."

"Yeah, I do," he nodded, patting her on the thigh. "So, you just don't broadcast it around here, then."

"Uh... it's more than that. I'm ashamed to say that not very many people know. We live in the south, and as much as I'd love it to be different, it's still not openly accepted. So, I'm still in the closet. I have to make a living, and I'm very good at what I do."

"That's so unfair," Neil sighed, shaking his head.

"And that makes you an exception," he said as he resumed filling out the papers. "Other than my immediate family, the only other person that knows is my boyfriend," he said. "That is until she showed up." He pointed his pen at Ann, who smiled bashfully.

"Can I help it if I notice these things?"

"How did you know?" Neil asked her.

"I don't know. I just did."

"It's because I didn't fawn all over her when she leaned across my desk and let her tits hang out."

"They weren't hanging out, Ryan. And you'd already agreed to the deal by then anyway. I was just flirting."

"And I didn't bite."

"It wasn't that at all. I could tell because of the sweetness in your eyes. That and the fact I lived in California for ten years. I've been around enough gay men to tell. A lot of them became my friends."

"What did you say to him?" Neil asked, wondering how the subject even came up.

"I just said, 'you know, I can relate, because I'm bisexual', and he knew that I knew."

"Well, not at first," Ryan corrected, "I guess I didn't want to think someone had figured it out, so I asked what she meant."

"And I told him it was okay if he's gay, because he was still the one I wanted to buy a van from."

"And you were okay with that?" Neil asked.

"Selling her the van? Absolutely!" Ryan laughed. But then he stopped what he was doing for a moment, giving some real reflection to the question. "Actually, I was not only okay with it; I think my reaction was relief."

"Okay, now I'm confused again."

"Have you ever had a secret so personal that it weighs on you every single day like a three-ton anvil on your chest?"

"Not to that level, no."

"Well, what Anna did for me today was life-changing. Now, there's one person outside my inner circle that knows, and I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels. Even more so that she was so genuinely happy for me. And now you know, and you don't seem too bothered by it either."

The puzzlement was etched on Neil's face. "Why in the world would that bother me?"

"I ask that question to myself every day, Neil. Why does how I live my life at home effect anyone I work with, or interact with. But you know as well as I do, somehow it does to most people. All I can tell you is that for the first time since I started working here, I feel a bit freer because one person figured it out, and she accepted me for who I am."

Ann smiled. "Why wouldn't I? You accept me for who I am."

His cackle filled the room. "You mean the slutty housewife you were describing?"

"I wasn't slutty. I was being naughty. I was hoping to be slutty, but you wouldn't let me," she teased.

"I never said you couldn't be slutty. I just said you were wasting your time. You already knew I was gay."