Ann: The Married Years Ch. 42

Opening the sliding door, he smiled, that thought vanishing as the smell of her intoxicating perfume and her womanly scent hit him. She was indeed totally naked; fingering herself, nearing what had to be at least her second orgasm.

Suddenly the notion that she was in her van in the parking lot where she worked was oddly appealing to him, although he wasn't sure why. They'd had sex inside the store itself several times. Hell, they'd even fucked behind the large trash bin near where she had parked. How her being in the van like she was would make some kind of difference puzzled him, but it did.

Like the week before, she didn't speak; her eyes ablaze with lust. She rolled onto her knees and grabbed for his zipper, yanking it down violently to get to his cock, greedily stuffing it into her throat. She lubed it up with her saliva before pushing him onto his back, riding him hard until he exploded inside her convulsing cunt, bringing her another intense climax in the process.

Getting up off him, she grabbed her blouse immediately and began dressing. Her eyes peered up from buttoning, her expression almost dismissive.

"Get going," she motioned. "I've got to get home to get my baby."

Her phrasing struck him as odd as he got out and left. Not to mention those being the only words she spoke the entire time he was in the van, and them being rather indifferent at that. It became even stranger when she arrived home well after he did. It was a good forty-five minutes from when he came home to when he heard the garage door open, and he wondered at one point if he was supposed to pick up Owen. But he saw her walking next door, returning some forty minutes after that, handing off the baby as she made her way to the bedroom.

"I need a shower, Neil. He's getting hungry... take care of him while I get cleaned up."

He knew something was up the moment she closed the bedroom door. It was way out of character for her to do that. And that's when it hit him.

"What character is it?" he wondered as he went to the kitchen to make them all something to eat.

He let it go, their night becoming normal once she came out of the back an hour later to a wonderful dinner he'd prepared. She never mentioned what they'd done, acting almost as if it never happened at all. And he didn't bring it up, thinking it was somehow part of whatever they were doing. True to her word, they didn't have sex that night, but since the rest of the week and the weekend were rather normal for them, it didn't matter. It wasn't until the next Wednesday that things took another turn for the weird.

The phone rang, waking him up. Again it was the one in the kitchen, the ringer left on high. He started out grumbling until he realized the bedroom door was left open again, and he remembered what day it was. Then he nearly fell down as he ran the hallway, scrambling to grab it.

She told him she was going to be in the parking lot of a grocery store at 4:30 sharp. If he wasn't there by a quarter to five, she'd be inside the store, and he would have missed his opportunity. And once again, she offered a reminder.

"And you should know, I won't be having sex when I get home tonight," she teased, her voice full of sexually laden innuendo.

She hung up the phone, smiling as she looked at her boss.

"I can't believe you're doing that to him," Mary Ann laughed.

"He's like Pavlov's dog, Mary Ann. If I call and tell him where my pussy will be, he'll come running."

"Wow. That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"Maybe... a little. But there's some truth to it too. He knows we're playing a game. He just doesn't know what it is, other than we're going to have sex."

Mary Ann shook her head. "I really have to start thinking more like you, Anna. You would think I would be by now."

She shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you. I rub off on everybody else. Maybe you're impervious to my ways."

"Maybe you're just a perv," she laughed.

"I suppose I can be. But I'm going for slutty today."

"What's with the comment about not having sex tonight?"

"Just part of my plan... I'm trying to convey that I don't get it any at home, so I'm going to be extra horny for him. I don't think he gets that yet, though."

"I'm not sure I do either."

"I'll have to explain later. I need to get going if I'm going to be ready for him when he gets there. I'll see you next week."

"Have a good time. Call me tomorrow... I want to know how it turns out."

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

Neil pulled up next to the distinctive new van, parked a bit away from the store. Carefully opening the sliding door, he saw that she was naked again, two fingers stuffed deep into her cunt. She stopped the moment he shut the door, reaching hungrily for the beltline of his jeans.

There was an eerie silence between them. It was deliberate on her part, and he was following her lead, unsure why it made everything seem hotter. He ended up banging her pussy for fifteen minutes. His strokes were hard and deliberate, as if he were trying to pound her through the floor of the van. He was certain it was rocking from the way they were going at it, and he wondered if anyone outside noticed.

She came twice before he deposited his load inside. And when he did, she lay back, closing her eyes.

"Thanks. You can leave now," she stated coldly. It was another unceremonious dismissal, and it left him with a bitter taste and conflicted emotions. It had been incredible sex. She was into it, her passion evident in the way she greeted him. But her callous goodbye had him unsettled as he drove away.

"What the fuck is this?" he wondered, unsure of what they were doing, or what role he was supposed to play.

When his mobile phone rang five minutes later, he wasn't sure he wanted to answer it, knowing it was her. Setting his angst aside, he flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, it's me," she said in a cheery voice.

"Yeah, I know."

"Aw... is something bothering you?"

Of course something was bothering him. And he wanted to just say that, but something else kept him from doing it. There was a gnawing feeling inside that this was part of whatever it was they were doing. He didn't want to be the one to ruin it by bringing up how he was feeling inside. Instead, he went with his gut, hoping he'd find a clue of what she was up to.

"No. Just tired."

"Well maybe you should sleep. Did you go play golf today?"

"Golf? Of course not. Why would you ask me that?"

"Well I just called the house and you're not there. I just assumed you were out having some fun since you've got the day to yourself."

"No, I didn't play golf."

"Well, where are you?"

It was the damndest question. One he didn't have an answer to right away. The entire conversation was so out of the blue he wasn't thinking straight. First of all, she knew very well where he was, so her question and the sing-song voice she was using made him sure that there was an ulterior motive in play. Secondly, she was putting him on the defensive, having to explain why he wasn't home. It was both brilliant and devious at the same time. It was something he would have come up with if the roles were reversed.

The silence on the phone made him panic, and he was about to blurt out something ridiculous, like he'd gone to get gas or a bite to eat. But she let him off the hook, saying, "You know, it doesn't matter... I trust you baby. You know that."

"Trust?" he thought, quickly trying to piece things together. Fishing for more information, he asked, "So, where are you, on your way home?"

"I'm actually in the grocery store. We need a few things. I'll be home a little late. It's really busy in here."

He knew better. There weren't that many cars in the parking lot when he arrived, and while he hadn't paid that much attention when he left because of the bewilderment he was feeling, he doubted there were that many more that had shown up in the fifteen minutes he'd been fucking her in the van.

Still, he played along. "So, it's busy."

"Yeah, surprisingly. That doesn't really happen on a Wednesday. Anyway, that's why I called. I was hoping you'd go over and pick up Owen. I know Felicia had plans for tonight and I thought I'd get home sooner. But since you're out, I guess I'll -"

"I'll be home in ten minutes. I'll pick him up."

"Aw, thanks, baby. I'll make it up to you," she said in her deep bedroom voice.

His reaction was odd, namely because of what she was using as a ploy in whatever scheme she was up to. "He's our son, Ann. You don't have to fuck me just to pick him up. I'm supposed to do that."

Ann nearly had her heart jump into her throat. As far as she was concerned it was the perfect response on his part. She just wasn't certain if he knew they were playing a game or not. She assumed he would, but she became nervous that she might be wrong. Fearful she'd blow everything if she confirmed she was just pretending, she decided to stay the course and assess his temperature when she got home. If things were bad, she'd let him in quickly on what she'd been doing and why. But it also would ruin it going forward, and she was having such a good time she hoped it wouldn't come to that. After all, she was indeed in a grocery store, and her lover's cum was slowly dripping down the inside of her left thigh.

Rising up some imaginary anger, she snapped, "Fine. I'm sorry I have to buy groceries. Next time you can buy them yourself if you want something to eat while you're on that fucking shift! Or you can starve. Right now, I really don't give a shit!"

She hung up abruptly, her heart pounding. It felt so real. And to others, it was. She'd just done that in the dairy aisle, around several other women that were now staring at her. Putting away the phone, she smiled politely, apologizing for her language.

"You don't have to apologize, honey," one of them said. "We've all wanted to tell our husband's off like that."

"I... I'm not really mad at him," she confessed. "It's actually a game we're playing."

The woman didn't really believe her, but replied politely. "Anything you say. I just hope you win."

"I'm serious. It really is a game."

She could hear the chiding in the woman's voice, the disapproving look in her eyes reaffirming it. "Marriage isn't a game, dear. It's damn hard. It's not something you should be playing with."

Ann wondered for a second if the woman was right. She actually had an instant of doubt. But her instinct told her Neil knew. They had too much history, and she'd left plenty of breadcrumbs for him to know something was up, even if he didn't know exactly what it was. Besides, he was a smart, patient man. He was never one to overreact. Not like she would if the roles were reversed. Fair or not, she tended to play to his strengths, knowing it always led to incredible sexual adventures. She wasn't going to start questioning that logic now. Not until there was a compelling reason to.

Neil showed up at Felicia's doorstep five minutes later, not realizing he'd begun driving faster from the way the call ended. He knew in his heart she wasn't mad. But he didn't know for certain what was going on, other than it sure seemed like one of their games. His face must have shown his puzzlement when Felicia opened the door.

"What's wrong, Neil?" she smiled, trying to determine if something really was.

"I don't know. I don't seem to be connecting on the same page with my wife today," he said as he picked up his son, the joy in that little smile helping make the anxiety he was feeling start to melt away.

"It happens to me and Jason all the time, sweetie. And we've been married a lot longer than you have."

"I'm not sure how tenure in a marriage factors in, but I guess I understand."

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked as she got Owen's things together.

"I'm not sure what it would be. I'm just in another one of those situations where I'm sure Ann's doing something, but I'm not quite sure what it is yet. I don't want to screw it up, you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I do, actually," she nodded. "I've been living next door to you two long enough to know how she thinks."

"Well that makes one of us, and I live with her."

Patting him on the cheek lovingly, "Don't worry about it Neil. You'll understand soon enough. Just don't overreact."

"Why do I get the impression you know what she's doing?"

"Because I do," she shrugged playfully.

"Care to enlighten me?"

"I can't. I've been sworn to secrecy. Besides, I'm you're West Virginia mother."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You'll figure it out," she winked.

It would have been nice if his conversation had lifted his spirits. Instead, talking to Felicia only raised more questions. But he was smart enough to focus on the facts that he knew. Ann was up to something; it was a sexual game, and he'd been overreacting to it. Instead of dwelling on it, he put himself into Dad mode, taking care of Owen.

And he had to, since Ann didn't come home for the longest time. Not that it mattered. He loved spending time with his son. In some ways, it was good for both of them. He cooked dinner, and then played with him before giving him his bath. She came home while he was doing that, quietly putting away the groceries and then eating dinner.

She didn't announce she needed to get cleaned up like the time before. Then again, she was wearing jeans and a tasteful button-down shirt. It dawned on him that she was wearing her back-up outfit; one she'd pack in her accessory bag in case she wanted to go out somewhere right after work that might require a more conservative one. After all, she usually wore some kind of sexy outfit from the store to and from work on the days she went in. Yet there she was, wearing something rather bland for a Wednesday.

When she finished, she went to Owen's room, playing with him for a while. Everything about the day was leaving Neil to wonder what was going on. She wasn't mad. But she also wasn't talking to him. It was almost like they'd really had a disagreement, and her feelings were hurt.

He didn't have time to get to the bottom of it though. He had to take a nap before he went to work at midnight. And in some ways, that was good. He really didn't want to ask. At that point, it was like a riddle, and he wanted to figure it out on his own.

He actually forgot about it at work that night, and when he came home in the morning, everything seemed normal. Ann was in a happy mood, and she found a way to give him a quick blowjob while Owen was occupied with the television. It wasn't until the phone rang the next Wednesday, rousing him from the dream he'd been having, that he realized the game was still being played, whatever it was.

"Hello?" he answered warily.

"Meet me at the bank on the corner of Main and First Street," she said cryptically.

"For what?"

Ann smiled at his reply, knowing he was still in a stupor over what she was doing with him. "For sex... why else would I be calling you?"

"I'm not in the mood today," he said, a hint of truth to his statement, even though he was really probing to see what he might find out.

Deciding to offer more of the fantasy that was playing in her head, she crafted her response. "Suit yourself, stud. I have other guys I can call. I get hit on at work all the time. I'm sure you know by now there was one before you. I'm pretty sure there'll be another one before the end of my shift... and he's about to get lucky. Have a good life."

"WAIT!"

"Yes?"

"Does that mean you won't call me again?" he asked, sounding desperate. And at that moment, he wasn't so sure he wasn't.

"Yes, it does. I only have one day a week I do this. I'm not wasting time chasing anyone around to do it."

"Do... what, exactly?"

"Fuck around on my..."

He would have thought the line went dead from the sudden silence except he could hear the catch in her throat. He was certain that she was going to say 'husband', but she stopped herself, and that only added to his confusion. For a brief moment, he thought he'd figured it all out, the hints she'd dropped making sense as they added up. Was this another change to keep him off balance, or did he misread everything?

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"I... I can't do this," she said in a panic, actually hanging up.

"What the fuck was that all about?" he said out loud, shaking his head.