Ann: The Married Years Ch. 48

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"I can't get over it," Felicia said as she stared at Ann over her steaming cup of coffee. "You look so --"

"I know, I know," Ann groaned. "I look just like her."

"I was going to say hot. And no, not really," she replied. "There's obviously some similarities that the hairstyle kind of brings out, but it's not exactly the same as hers anyway. It's longer. Their aren't any bangs, per se. I'm not just talking about the hair itself. You look stunning."

Ann responded bashfully, her eyes blinking as if she had trouble with the compliment. "Thanks."

"Are you self-conscious because there might be a slight resemblance between you and a celebrity?"

"Not just a celebrity. A celebrity that my husband lusts after."

"Oh, come on. Has he said or done anything to make you think he thinks that way?"

"About wanting to fuck Jennifer Aniston? Absolutely. I can see it in his eyes when we watch the show."

"I'm not talking about if he thinks she's hot or not. Hell, everyone thinks she's hot. You'd do her, wouldn't you? I know I would, and I'm not into women as much as you are."

"Well, yeah, I would have before. She is hot. But now it would be like sucking the pussy of my twin."

"Stop it. Yes, you look a little like her. But there are just as many differences as there are similarities. You're certainly not twins."

"We could be fraternal."

"Jesus, will you listen to yourself," she laughed, "Okay... you could definitely be fraternal twins, and you're not answering my question. Is Neil acting like he's fucking her when he fucks you?"

"Well, no. Of course not."

"Then why are you so self-conscious about it."

"I'm not really. I know I don't really look like her, other than the hair. It's not even the hair, because I know its not the same. But I know I have some similar features, which is why Tina said this would look good on me."

"And she's right. Like I said, you look stunning."

"Again, thanks. I'm just not used to being stared at like I am now."

"That's bullshit. You've been stared at since I've known you, and I know it's happened for years. I said you were stunning with the new hairstyle. But you've always been gorgeous and you know it. You're not going to tell me for a minute that you don't get stared at daily. The only thing that's different is now you're wondering if they're staring because of you, or that you might... and I mean might... look a bit like a TV star."

"What?"

"You have doubts that they're looking at you like Anna anymore because you changed your look. The truth is you're always going to be stared at because of who you are. You're the most sexual creature I've ever met, and that's saying something coming from me. Everything about you exudes sexuality. You shoot off pheromones like a firefly lights his ass. That's why men and women stare at you sweetie. They see this incredible specimen of a woman walking past, and they can't help but see you for who you are. They may not want to all fuck you, but they sure as hell love looking at you. And they did that long before your new hairdo."

"Huh," Ann said softly, contemplating what Felicia had said like she was trying to do algebra in her head.

"Huh what?"

"I just never thought of it in those terms. It's been so long since I didn't have my hair permed... or brown, that it just seemed to me that that's why they're staring. Because of who I might look like."

"And so what if some of them do? You're never going to know exactly why they're staring. But since you've been objectified for most of your adult life, it shouldn't surprise you. Jeez, you're a fucking exhibitionist. You dress like a slut every time you go to work. You crave to have yourself stared at. Why should you possibly care about the actual reasons why?"

"Vanity."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I guess I want them to see Anna Thomas and not Jennifer Aniston. So, the idea that they look at me thinking I might be her...."

"Do you believe they're going to be disappointed thinking they saw someone famous and it turns out just to be you?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Oh my God, Anna! You are so fucking adorable!"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you are! The idea that anyone would be disappointed looking at you for any reason is ludicrous. But it's even more ridiculous if they knew who you really are."

"You mean if they know me personally?"

"No, I mean if they knew the kind of person you are. Look, I'm sure she's a lovely person. I'm sure she's pleasant, and kind, and loves animals and kids and all that. Everything about her seems incredible, including her appearance. And she's really a talented actress. Might I add, so are you."

"What?" she asked, her cute nose wrinkling at the comment.

"You role-play all the time; and not just with Neil, but with so many of your friends too. My God you make a production of it. That whole Cleopatra thing... and doing what you did with Neil your weekend at the Inn. You're doing that in one take, without a script. You're living it... that's improv at its finest. You think she's doing that? She can mess up as many times as she wants; they're always going to let her reshoot the take. You're always doing live theatre. I'm not saying she can't do that, but we know you can."

"I don't think comparing our acting skills is really relevant here," she laughed.

"Okay, what about the rest of you? You are the real deal. You're an unbelievable mother. You're an incredible, inventive wife. You make every friend you have feel like they're the most special person to you on earth, and yet you have dozens and dozens, and not one of us feels shortchanged in that personal relationship. You're warm; you're funny; you're intelligent; you're successful. You're so many amazing things, Anna. And if that's all that you were, you'd still be one of the most beautiful people the world has ever known. That you also happen to come in a gorgeous package, and you have an allure about you that makes you desirable to any person you meet... I mean shit, you being bisexual has to have in some way tilted the earth's axis more than it already was. The fact that you're attractive and available to both sexes has to effect the balance of sexual powers somehow."

"Okay, I'm not available. I'm married."

"That's what you took out of that speech?"

"No. I get your point. It's just hard to hear. I don't like thinking of myself that way. It sounds like I'm conceited to agree with all of that."

"Facts are what they are, sweetie. Ignoring them doesn't make them go away."

"Ha! Neil's dad says something like that all the time."

"Then he's a very bright man. And I know that because I've met him," she laughed. "And I get that you're not available. But you're not exactly exclusive when it comes to playing with women, and you've sucked off a great deal of men since you've been married... so my statement stands."

"Okay, you're right. I've been with a lot of people. I get it. I really do, Felicia. And that speech... is that what you called it? It was wonderful to hear, even though it's hard for me sometimes."

"That's just another reason you're so adorable, Anna. You don't like being complimented on things that just seem normal to you. But they're not. They're rare. You're rare. I feel damn lucky to be able to call you my friend. Never mind your West Virginia mother."

"Don't forget lover," she teased.

"How could I? The fact that you're standing there naked is making me wet just thinking what we could do if we weren't drinking coffee."

"It's more that I have to go to work. Otherwise," she winked.

While it was playful banter, it wasn't like it couldn't happen. It had been a while since the two of them hooked up for sex. What wasn't unusual was the two of them having their morning coffee while nude. It was one of their naughty little secrets, that wasn't a secret from either of their husbands. Jason often got the pleasure of seeing Ann at his home when he'd leave for work. Neil would sometimes be fortunate enough to see Felicia, like he had that morning when he left or sometimes coming home while on third shift. It didn't faze either of them. The wives weekday ritual rarely spilled over into something sexual, but it had happened a time or two. Enough that whenever Ann teased her about it, it would light a spark in Felicia's pussy. It was such an odd reaction considering Ann was the actual bisexual, while her sexy friend only dabbled in that area.

This time they were at Ann's home, which was becoming more the norm. It had started with Ann almost always going over to the Wallace's house, long before she had a baby. When Owen came along, Ann still visited the most, bringing the baby monitor with her. As time passed and Owen grew, it became more frequent that Felicia would make the short trek to the Thomas residence. With him being almost nineteen months old, Felicia came over almost every morning.

It was odd that the little tyke climbed on anything and everything when he was up and about, but he still didn't seem to mind waking up in his crib. Neil reasoned it was from him being so loved, and he was so self-confident because of Ann that he didn't feel the need to escape his confines just yet. He was simply comfortable in his bed. Whatever the reason, it was still a concern that Ann wouldn't be in the house the first time he tried it. But she also wasn't going to change their attire for their morning get-together. She wanted him raised in a household that didn't find shame in someone being naked. She wanted it to feel natural for him.

Knowing Ann wasn't teasing about it being Wednesday, and she would need to start getting ready for work, Felicia asked, "Do you want me to get him up, or do you want to bring him over once he does on his own?"

Ann contemplated the choices. There was the idea of being able to get ready without interruption, but also with no real time with her son before she left. Or there was the notion of letting him get up on his own, but then having to stop wherever she was in the process to be with him. If she let Felicia take him with her, she might have time to masturbate before she went to work. But the guilt of that selfish act would likely haunt her all day. If she let him sleep, he was always such a happier child when he woke up on his own versus when he'd be roused before he was ready. In those instances, he could be irritable for hours, and Felicia would be the one dealing with him.

"Let him sleep. I'll bring him over once he gets up. I'd hate for you and Millie to have to deal with him being grumpy all morning."

"You'd be surprised how he gets out of that mood once he sees Millie. She just has this way of getting him to light up."

"Yeah, but I don't think it's fair to you to just assume he's going to be fine. Besides, I really should spend some time with him before I go to work... especially since I'm going to be with Neil after work," she said, reminding her of the plan to find a way to spend some quality time alone with her husband. Extra-curricular fun on Wednesday's was part of their weekly routine.

"Suit yourself. I'm just trying to save you the trip."

"You live like fifty yards from here, lover. It's not that big of a deal to bring him over."

"Okay, I'm just offering. And I love that you call me lover on a day you know we're not going to be together, you little pussy tease," she laughed.

"You want to cum? I'll make you cum if you need it," she said with a sexy tilt of her head.

"What? No. Be serious," she said, her neck and chest flushing almost immediately in reaction.

Ann moved around the island toward the barstool Felicia was sitting in on the opposite side. Her heels clicked suggestively on the linoleum; her slow strut made with a purpose. Each step caused her heavy breasts to bounce seductively. Felicia marveled at how much bigger they were from when she first met Ann, the natural growth in them from having a child staying behind long after she'd stopped breastfeeding. A part of that was heredity, another from her continuing to pump her breasts well past his first birthday. While she didn't do that any longer, they remained a large C cup from the modest B she was before.

Felicia caught her breath when she saw the sultry look in Ann's eyes, as if somehow a switch had been turned on. Her mouth went dry when Ann's incredible pubic mound came into view as she rounded the island; the hair styled like a flame, colored an incredible copper down the middle with blonde along the sides. She wondered how long it took her to dye it that way. The results were incredible, especially since she'd shaved it off almost a month before when she returned home with her new look, sacrificing the sexy patch of soft hair all in the name of becoming Annabelle for her Master for just a few hours.

Ann moved toward her gracefully, the sexy smirk unnerving Felicia. Leaning in close, she brushed away the hair from her neighbor's face before curling her fingers behind her neck, pulling her forward. Ann's mouth parted, finding Felicia's, searching playfully with her tongue. Felicia moaned, then flinched when she felt a hand gently squeezing her right breast. Those talented fingers tweaked her nipple before moving down her stomach. Felicia scooted toward the edge of the tall chair, spreading her legs wider to give access.

She felt Ann's thumb brush against her clit, a shudder running through her lower body. It was such a light touch, yet it was like a spark of electricity jolted her, her pussy suddenly dripping with anticipation. Ann broke off their kiss, looking deep into Felicia's eyes, locking onto them.

"What do you want, lover?" Ann asked.

"I... I want to cum."

"And how would my little slut like me to make her cum?"

Felicia never hesitated, begging, "Eat me, please, Anna!"

Squatting, Ann spread her legs, her pussy ring dangling into view. Running her hands along Felicia's thighs, she cautioned, "You should hold on. I don't have a lot of time, so the foreplay is over."

Felicia really had nothing to hold onto other than the countertop to her right. So, she latched on with one hand as Ann dove in with a vengeance. She attacked Felicia's pussy, honing in directly on her clit. Turning her hand over, she thrust three fingers inside and began fucking her with them. She couldn't curl them up to seek out her G-spot because of the angle of the position she was in, but that didn't seem to matter. The force she was sucking with, combined with the power of her arm movements brought Felecia to the edge quickly.

The entire encounter took less than five minutes once Ann started eating her out. The unexpectedness of it happening mixed with the desire that always lied between the surface when Felicia was with Ann. Those naked coffee chats always had her excited that the possibility was there, even though it was so rare it made her wonder why she thought that way. Actually, she knew. It was that Ann was such a sexual being by nature that it brought about that inner longing. She couldn't remember a time she didn't get wet once she dropped her robe and sat down to talk. She didn't expect it, but she certainly hoped.

Her body stiffened; the precipice of her climax already passed by the time it registered in her brain. Her verbal response was delayed, like a soundtrack not matching the action. Ann was already slurping her sweet release by the time she arched her back and mewled.

"UUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!"

When Ann pulled back and smacked her pussy several times with her fingers, Felicia released another flood. Placing her mouth directly on her hole, Ann swallowed more secretions that flowed over her tongue, savoring the taste.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Felicia bellowed at the top of her lungs.

Seconds later came a call from down the hallway. "MOMMY!"

Ann stood, taking Felicia's head in her hands, pulling in for another steamy kiss. "That was fun, lover. Take a minute to recover while I get Owen ready," she said, before kissing her one more time.

Opening the door to his bedroom, she lit up at his happy smile. "Good morning sweetie. Did you hear Felicia calling out for you?"

"Mommy," he replied happily, his arms stretched out for her to pick him up.

"She and Millie are going to watch you today," she said as she lifted him, nuzzling his neck, making him giggle.

"Mil, Mil, Mil!" he chanted.

She was so happy he'd begun talking, becoming a little chatterbox. He had a pretty good vocabulary for his age, but he still hadn't started putting phrases together yet. Still it was wonderful that she could communicate with him more and more.

Putting him on the changing table, she got him cleaned up and dressed for the day. When she set him down, he went running into the other room like he'd been launched.

"Fesha!" he yelled excitedly as he ran toward Felecia, not quite able yet to master her name.

She had at least calmed enough that she had her faculties about her but she still hadn't had time to cover up. Not that it mattered. Owen had seen her naked plenty of times; part of Ann's desire to prove that nudity wasn't something to be ashamed of.

"Hello, Owen," she said as she squatted down, making sure to at least keep her legs closed as she ran into her arms. They shared a sweet hug as he clutched her neck, giving her a kiss on the lips. "Aw... I love you too, sweetie."

Ann fixed him breakfast, and got him in his highchair so she could go pack his diaper bag. Once she had that done, she spent some time with him, talking and laughing while he ate. She felt better that she got to be with him, and that she didn't have to wake him up. It also meant she'd be able to get ready for work without him under her feet. Add to that the fact that she got to have a little fun with her sexy neighbor, and it was turning out to be a perfect morning.

Felicia put on her robe and Ann saw them off at the front door, not bothering to cover herself up. She saw it as no different than the dozens upon dozens of times she did the same thing with her husband, including earlier that morning. Kissing Owen and then Felicia, she waved goodbye before closing the door. Turning to walk to her bedroom to start getting herself ready for the rest of her day, she checked the clock, actually doing a double-take to make sure she saw it right.

"I still have ninety minutes before I have to be there?" she said with a shake of her head.

She became excited, racing back to the bedroom. She didn't have a lot of time, but with Owen waking up when he did and Felicia being there to take him with her when she left, it allowed Ann fifteen minutes or so before she'd have to get in the shower. It was a risk, but one worth taking considering how horny she was.

Grabbing the key to the toy chest from her jewelry box, she flipped it open and rummaged inside. She'd already determined what she'd need to get herself off quickly, and luckily, she knew right were the items would be. Grabbing her powerful wand vibrator and the big black dildo she'd whimsically named Alphonso in honor of her friend Martina's husband, she kicked off her stilettos and ran back into the kitchen. She wanted to get up on the island, but she didn't think she'd have time to get out an extension cord.

It was the one drawback of the island being moveable. She loved that she could slide it out of the way so she could mop easily, but it didn't have an outlet built into it. That made it difficult to use for small kitchen appliances, like a crockpot or a toaster. It also made it tougher to use a large bedroom toy, like a vibrating wand. It was that second use that was on her mind, and she made a mental note to ask Neil if there was a way he could remedy that small criticism in the design.