Ann: The Married Years Ch. 44

He chuckled, tying off the towel before sitting on the bed beside her. "You're naughty."

"It's Sunday. That's my job."

He kissed the top of her head, sighing contentedly. "You're very good at it."

"Thanks," she replied, reaching her hand between the folds of the towel, grasping his shaft so she could begin to stroke it. "Now... is there a reason you called out to me?"

"What?"

"You were coming out of the bathroom, and you said, 'Hey babe'. What did you want?"

"Oh yeah. Tell me, when the hell did this happen?" he asked, motioning at his chest.

He was referring to the hair that had begun to cover he upper body. For as long as he could remember, his chest had been smooth and bare. Now suddenly his chest was becoming covered with soft dark curls. It wasn't necessarily a shock that his body was changing. He'd already seen that early in his life. When he was young, he had the same whitish blond hair his son now sported, but over time it darkened to more of a dirty blond. And as Ann was about to point out, it had changed again recently.

Continuing to slowly pump his cock her soft hand, her other went to the side of his head, her fingers running through the wet strands.

"It was about the same time that started happening," she informed with a warm smile.

"What happened?"

"The wisps of grey around your temples. Your hair is more brown than blond now... and you have that sexy hint of grey. It's really striking."

"You like it?"

"Mmm hmm. The hair on your chest too... very manly."

"What was I before?"

"I would say studly. But this is manly," she cooed, her fingers now trailing over the soft fur on his chest. "You become more like your father every day."

"Great," he groaned.

"Trust me, baby, that's a good thing. That's a very good thing." He found it unnerving at first that she'd said that with such sexual undertones. She saw the confused look on his face, fearful that she might lose him, and the hard cock she was having so much fun playing with. "Can I tell you something?"

"I'm afraid to say yes," he confessed. "But go ahead."

"I once dated a guy that looked a great deal like your father. Well, we didn't date, really. We fucked... regularly."

"And you're telling me this why?"

Shrugging, she said, "I thought you should know, because you're becoming a lot like him now yourself. And I find that very hot."

"So, what you're really saying is that you're sexually attracted to my dad."

"Absolutely," she shrugged again. "He's an incredibly handsome man, he's got a big cock, and he knows how to keep a woman happy, in bed and out of it. What's not to be attracted to?"

"This might just be the strangest conversation we've ever had, and that's saying something."

"What? You're telling me you don't find my mom sexy?"

"Yep... it's official. This is the strangest, and it's not even close."

"I'm serious. You once told me that you looked at my mom the week we met, and you were checking her out because you thought she was a real barometer of what I'd look like when I got older. Didn't you say that?"

"Well, yeah, but --"

"Exactly, you were checking out her ass, because you're an ass man. You always have been. And you wanted to know what I'd look like at her age. You even told me that you knew I'd look great even after having a baby, because she does. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, babe... I do."

"Thank you. And thank you for saying it then, because I needed to hear it. You gave me confidence. But look at me now... you've said it. My tits remained bigger after having a baby; my curves are sexier. I think I'm better now at thirty-three than I was at twenty-three. I'm proud of the way I look."

"That's because you've grown from a girl into a woman. And you have reason to be proud."

"And you should too. You're incredible Neil. You're one damn attractive man. Most of my friends drool over the thought of being with you."

"I think I've been with most of your friends," he sighed, shaking his head in disbelief that that were even possible.

"I'm not talking about the ones I let you fuck. I'm talking about the ones that will never get the chance."

"You know, there's going to come a point where we're going to have to censor ourselves around him," he said with a nod toward their son.

She looked in Owen's direction, noticing the catatonic expression on his little face as he watched the television screen. "I think we're safe for the moment. He's off on Gullah Gullah Island right now."

"You get my point though, right?"

"Yes. I shouldn't talk about our extra-curricular activities so much. But you do know we're not going to hide that we're sexual, right?"

"I think what you're doing under the towel was a pretty big hint, but yeah, I get it."

"Good. The point I was trying to make is that you're becoming even more handsome as you get older... just like your dad is."

"And apparently the guy you fucked in California," he whispered.

"Hmm... yes. Daniel. That was during one of my wilder times, after I dumped Ray. In fact, it was unusual that we even started going out, because I hadn't been doing that. I was pretty much going from guy to guy until he came along."

"What changed?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"Always, babe. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't curious."

"Okay, the truth is, until I met you, Daniel was the best fuck I'd ever had. Including Ray. Actually, Ray wasn't as great in bed as I thought he was. I just didn't know that until Daniel came along. And then... you," she smiled.

"Why'd you stop seeing him?"

"Well for one, it was never anything but sex for me. I hooked up with him almost by accident. I went to a huge party at a friend's house. There had to be five-hundred people there. I got hammered, but you know me... I was still coherent. And of course, I was horny. I ran into Daniel by the pool. He was just wearing a bathing suit, and he had this amazing hard body... and I was like, what the fuck. All the guys my age were total jerks, and he was charming. So I came on to him, because that's what I was doing at the time. I was the aggressor, and the next thing I know, I'm following him in my car to his house."

"Anna!"

"I know, I know. I'm not proud that I drove like that. I made a lot of stupid choices back then, sweetie. I've never told you this, but there was a point in my life I was hooked on speed. I'm sure there are some questionable things you did in your past. I don't regret the men I slept with, per se, but I do regret those kinds of decisions I made. What I didn't regret was going to bed with Daniel that night. The next morning, I woke up in this palatial home. It was like a dream. Usually I would sneak out the next morning to escape, knowing I'd never see the guy again. That's why I wanted my car. But that morning, to be honest, I didn't want to get out of bed."

"Why's that?"

"Because I could smell the breakfast he was cooking us. And then he walked in with it, naked and hard... and well, you can kind of guess the rest. I spent the weekend with him."

"So again, why'd you stop seeing him?"

"He took his wife back. They'd been legally separated for three years, but never divorced. She eventually came to her senses, I guess. At least, I have to think that, because he was so great in bed. My take was she wanted better sex than she was getting without him."

"Were you upset about it?"

"Not really. He was thirty-five years older than me, Neil. I was just a hot little piece of ass to him, although he never treated me that way. He still loved her. And he had his kids and grandkids to think about."

"Wait... how old was he?"

"I don't know. Fifty-nine... sixty? It was something like that. But he didn't look it, or act it. To this day, I don't know what the hell he was doing at that party. I think he crashed it, to be honest. He just lived a couple blocks away."

"So, he wasn't someone you were ever going to be serious about."

"No. But he certainly taught me that there were better sexual partners out there than the ones I'd been dating. I was just worried that none of them were my age. Then fate brought us together two months later. And like I said, you're the best lover I've ever had. As good as Daniel was, I never had a multiple orgasm with him. Frankly, you could teach him a thing or ten," she quipped.

"I'll get right on that. Do you have his number?"

"Well no, but if you were going to start teaching classes on how to be a great lover, I know a place where you can do it," she laughed, referring to all the sexual classes she'd held for women at her store. "But you'd be better served teaching men our own age and younger, because they're clueless. It's just so incredible to me that you're so much like your father."

"Geez, Ann... you act like you've been with him."

"I have, in a way. You're exactly alike."

"How the hell would you know that?"

"Conversations I've had with your mom. That and the look on her face when she gets up in the morning," she giggled. "Her expression is like I'm looking in the mirror after you fuck me. You do know they have sex every morning, right?"

"Uh... not until now," he grimaced.

"Don't be that way babe. I think it's amazing. They are so much in lust with each other that I pray we're that way when we're their age. And let's face it, there's something about the men of his generation... I find them incredibly sexy. You're cut from that same cloth. That's why you were so different than anyone else in high school. You're old school, baby."

"I'm certainly getting old. I'm getting gray, I'm sprouting hair...."

"You only have a touch of gray. And I love this," she hissed, her hand still playing with the tufts of hair on his chest.

"You say that now. Who knows what's going to change next? I'll probably start growing ear hair."

"Will you stop with the growing older crap? You sound like I did a couple of years ago. You're doing it gracefully. You're becoming sexier every day."

She untied the front of his towel, lifting the top part while scooting the bottom over his thigh. Ducking her head underneath, she used it for cover, taking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

"What are you doing?" he said in a moment of panic.

"Proving just how sexy you are to me. Keep an eye on Owen... if he moves, tap me on the head and I'll stop. That show just started. Now relax and trust me... we have about twenty minutes before he'll take his eyes off the TV. I want to taste your cum right now."

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Ann sat in the living room, staring into a hand held mirror, which she'd been doing off and on since that morning. She'd been able to fix the mess that was her hair, actually getting it to look incredible. But it was becoming more and more work each morning, and that proved harder with a little one at her feet. She just didn't have the time to play stylist every day.

Yes, that particular morning was more difficult. After all, Neil didn't pull and twist her hair every night. But the point was she needed a hair appointment... now more than ever.

She'd already made it, actually. That wasn't the problem.

"How in the world am I ever going to get Neil to understand?" she sighed.

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

It was a far cry from the way his shift performed the night before. Neil was ending his night in a good mood, thankful that things were back to normal. He knew the results from the previous night were an aberration. It was rare that they had any major issues to speak of at all. Every day had its challenges, but the catastrophic category problem didn't occur that often. Yet he seemed to have had a months' worth of those fall all on one night.

With this being a rather stress-free evening, he was able to relax and encourage. It wasn't his style to get on his crew. He knew they'd tried their hardest, and like him, they took it personally when things didn't go well. His employees were a reflection of him, reacting to things in a similar way because of how they were treated... evenly and fairly. So, he spent the majority of his night on the floor, away from the paperwork he'd let pile up the night before because of dealing with crisis after crisis. He should have been catching up, but instead he spent his time using it in a way he felt was wiser. He was out amongst his staff, talking to them, assuring them that they were doing a great job, and that their efforts were appreciated. The paperwork could wait one more night.

Thelma in turn gave him a big pat on the back, affirming that he'd done the right thing by sacrificing formalities in favor of building morale. Not that his crew needed it, but it certainly didn't hurt.

"I'll give you a hand on the reports tomorrow," she said as they walked through the brilliant lighting of the parking lot.

"You don't have to do that," he replied, "That's my problem to deal with."

"It's not a problem. It's a task. And it's something our shift has to do."

"Yeah, my part of the shift. You got yours done yesterday... and today."

"Neil, it's our responsibility to get them done... by the end of each week, I might add. It's only Thursday."

"I know that. Why do you think I put them off? Otherwise, I'd still be in there."

"No... WE would. I'm your goddamn partner!"

"Spoken just like Marion Ravenwood," he laughed.

"Who?"

"Raiders of the Lost Ark. My favorite movie. She says that last line to Indy --"

"Outside her bar, after it burned down. I remember now. You know, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to quote movie lines."

"Ann's pretty good at it too," he boasted.

"Well, she's good at a lot of things. And she's a great partner for you in life. But I'm your partner here, and we're working on that pile tomorrow... together. Am I clear?"

"As long as you know I don't expect you to... then yeah."

"Of course you don't expect me to. That's what makes me want to do it." She reached her car, opening the door. Giving him her customary kiss on the cheek, she smiled. "Goodnight, Neil. Say hi to Anna for me."

"You do the same to Vaughn. You should fuck his brains out tonight."

"I'll probably do that in the morning. I'll have a lot more energy then, and he loves to wake me up that way."

"That is a nice way to start the day. I'll see you tomorrow, Thel."

He took the back way when he left, wanting to avoid some construction near the main road toward home. There wouldn't be any backups with it being after midnight, but he didn't want to deal with the barricades and orange barrels where they were re-paving. Heading the other direction, he motored down the rolling two-lane road, listening to Led Zeppelin's Kasmir on his stereo with the windows down.

He turned down the volume when he pulled into the odd development where they lived, climbing the hill in third gear. He coasted down into the driveway after a couple of left turns, his foot pressed into the clutch the entire way to disengage the transmission. Shifting into reverse, he backed into his spot without looking in the rearview mirror, having done it so many times it was like the car was on autopilot.

His mood was the completely opposite from the night before, at least until he walked into the house to find his wife sitting in his favorite chair, still gripping a mirror. Her brow was furrowed, and before he could say anything, she burst into tears.

"Now what?" he wondered.

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

"You're kidding, right?"

"No... why?" she sobbed.

He nearly pulled a muscle in his stomach as he worked to contain the laughter that wanted to burst from deep inside. He wasn't able to control the wry smile that appeared though, and she gave him an icy stare.

Collecting himself, he tried to remain objective, hoping what he was about to say wouldn't come across wrong and start an argument; or worse, that she'd start bawling again.

"Didn't we just have this conversation two weeks ago?"

"About what?"

"About me? About the changes that have happened to me. You said you love them."

"I do."

"So, what happened to growing old gracefully?"

"Men grow old gracefully. Women just... grow old."

"Will you listen to yourself? That's ridiculous."

"THIS," she said, grabbing some of her hair, "is not ridiculous, Neil! This is REAL!"

"Ann, I really don't see what the big deal is."

"I'm thirty-three years old, and I have grey in my hair!"

"So do I," he reminded.

"You're thirty-four."

"Really? That's where you're going with this. I'm ten months older than you, so it's okay. Or I'm a man, and that makes it okay."

"You know the answer to that. Men look handsome with grey hair. Your father does. My mother would not look good with grey hair."

"And how do you know that?"

"She colors it for a reason, Neil. And now I have to."

"Okay, so, you'll color your hair. What's the big deal? You color your landing strip all the time."

"One, it's not the same. Two, I'm not opposed to coloring my hair. But that's just that much more maintenance I have to do... and she didn't have to start doing it until she was in her mid-forties."

"Bullshit."

"What?"

"I'm calling bullshit on that. I've seen your family pictures Ann. She colored it way before that."

"What? How would you know that?"

"Because, at some point, your dad must have gotten a new camera."

"Yeah, so."

"They went from taking black and white photos to color ones. And you can tell the difference. If you look... really look, you can see that she starting coloring her hair as soon as they changed to the new camera. It's subtle, but it's there."

"And you noticed this?"

He shrugged. "Like you said, I wanted to know what you'd look like when you got older. And you look damn fine so far, so there's no reason to believe you'll turn out that much different than her."

She smiled. "So, you're saying you want to nail my mom."

"No. But if we weren't married, and she was single, I wouldn't turn her down. That's for sure," he replied truthfully, the conversation becoming just as bizarre as the one they'd had two weeks prior.

"Eeww!" she said, slugging his arm.

"Hey, you've thought about my dad."

"Not that way!"

"Sure you have. You said he reminds you of Daniel. You can't possibly have done the things you did with Daniel, and then say my dad looks a lot like him, and not have that cross your mind at some point."

She considered his comment for a moment; then shook her head as if she were trying to get it out. "God, I'm such a pervert."

"No you're not. You're just very highly sexual. That's who we are. Anyway, I'm not trying to nail your mom. I'm saying that I'll be excited about nailing you when you get to be her age, because you're going to look as hot as she does, even at fifty-seven."

"That's sweet, I think."

"I try."

"So, you really think you saw evidence that mom colored her hair before she was forty?"

"I'm pretty sure, babe. How old were you when your dad got the new camera?"

"I was eight. He got it for Christmas that year."

"And how old would your mom have been?"

"She would have been... thirty-two." Neil's wide grin almost matched hers.

"See, she was younger."

Then she shocked him, saying, "So, you'd do my mom, even though she's fifty-seven."

"Uh, you did Daniel. He was older than that, and you were in you late twenties."

Her laughter filled the room. "Don't be using logic on me, Neil. You know better than that."

"It's a number, not a death sentence. I'm pretty sure that your mom and dad are having as much sex now as they did when you were a kid."

"I'd say more," she shrugged.

"Then stop worrying about something so trivial. If it worked for your mom, there's no reason to believe it won't work for you."