Ann: The Married Years Ch. 55

"Parents."

"Yes. She was looking for that parental love and support we've sometimes taken for granted. She was finally honest about what she needed for the first time in her adult life; the sex was just the way it was expressed. But you have to admit, that fits right in with who we are. We have a knack for helping and healing through sex. Tina belongs in this family because that's the type of woman she's always been. She helped heal me as much, if not more, than you give Dawn credit for. I'm not discrediting what Dawn did the weekend we were together. I'm not married to you if I wasn't with her first. But she was there for me before Dawn, and she's always been there for both of us after. If anyone deserves the happiness she's found, it's Tina. She's definitely a Thomas. And if you remember, I was unofficially married to her before she was my sister."

Ann laughed and said, "That's the kind of thing right there that gives West Virginia a bad rap. You, marrying your sister."

"You saw what my parents did to her. They live in Indiana."

"They're her parents too now."

"And yet somehow, that all feels right to me. Is it weird? A little. But however she got to where she is now, she belongs. I remember a quote from a psychology class I had in college. I don't remember who it was attributed to, but it said, Don't judge my path if you haven't walked my journey. It really doesn't matter how Tina came to be a Thomas as much as she's loved and accepted now that she is."

Ann shut off the tape, and the television. Looking deep into Neil's eyes, she repeated what she'd asked earlier.

"Seriously. How did you get so smart?"

"I'm not that smart. I miss things I should pick up on. I just watched that entire tape and I still can't get over those numbers on Tina in the video. The seventeen on her shoulder and ass... they stand out so much. But I fucked her in the garage that night and never noticed them. At all. Matt told me about them at the bar. I thought he was joking until he showed me the boxes he had on his chest, and the numbers that were written inside them."

"You never saw them on Tina?"

"Well I must have, but not consciously. I dunno. I guess I was stunned by what we were doing. I mean we were in my parent's garage. You and them were inside... I obviously saw, but didn't see. Like hearing without listening."

"They looked so sexy on her. I can't believe you didn't notice them. Then again, I didn't notice your mom's pussy ring until I zoomed in for that close up when she came on the wand the last time."

"I can't believe I've seen exactly what you're describing. I'm probably going to have to start therapy again."

She smacked him on his shoulder, and said, "Stop it. We watched a video of some people we love. They just happened to be having sex. Considering who we are together, that's really not all that ground breaking if you stop and think about it."

"I'm teasing. I'm fine. Did you know Tina is thinking of making one of those numbers permanent? Matt said she's talking about getting an actual tattoo. She thinks of it as being branded."

"Yes. She told me. And she's probably going to get it eventually, although she's still wavering if it should be the one on her shoulder or her ass. My guess is she'll cave and get both, to be honest. But she wants to go back to the resort again, so she's going to wait. Believe it or not, they're talking about going back there for their honeymoon."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. She probably won't get the same number when they do it again though. Unless maybe you can request it. It'll be interesting if she gets a different one. Kind of makes me wonder what number she'd choose to have branded on her permanently. Would she put more significance on the first time, since it spoke to her the way it did... or would the number she gets after being married mean more to her?"

"If she can request one, I'm guessing she'd stay with the one she has on now... if she still has it."

"She does. She's still tanning with the temporary tattoos. Like I said, it speaks to her. To be honest, I find the idea of being branded as a slut kinda hot," she admitted.

"You mean marked, right? Not literally branded."

"Oh hell no! I could do a tattoo. I think. But literally burning into your skin? I don't think so."

"A tattoo goes into your skin."

"Yeah, and I'm sure it hurts. I suppose some places worse than others, depending on where you get it. An actual brand would be excruciating. But I'm thinking like Tina. Even the sun-blocked marking she has? It's a brand. I think that's kinda hot!"

"Enough that you'd want to go to the resort and do it yourself?" he laughed.

"The idea of being branded is hot to me. Not fucking other men. You know better than that."

"No worries. I just like to check every once in a while."

"You do? I've been pretty clear about that from day one, haven't I?"

"Yes. But things change. People change. They grow. We certainly have. I'm not saying I want you to start. I don't. But I love you, and I want you to know I'm open to talking about our relationship any time."

"What brought this on?"

"Watching my parents star in an actual porn video. I just did that, babe. It's another item on a long list of things I never could have imagined doing before fate brought you back into my life."

"Tell me about it. I filmed my mom and dad fucking. They actually let me. Think about that for a moment."

"Do you have that tape?" he teased.

"No, but it's not because it would be weird for me. Rose isn't finished with it yet. She's dealing with the lightning... there's a glare from the light on the camera reflecting off the windows. I didn't know what diffusion was and how important it is."

"Just as well. No sense both of us needing to see a shrink."

"Are you seriously bothered by me showing you that tape? You didn't act like it."

"I'm just teasing. I'm glad I saw it, to be honest. I'm not going to say there weren't parts that were hard to watch at first, but I certainly have a better understanding of my folks. And how Tina became family. Which is kind of why it crossed my mind to check that we're still on the same page. A lot has changed the last few months. Since we went to California, actually. I'm definitely not the same man I was before that."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Like I said, it's about growth. What we go through shapes us. Tonight was no different."

"You mean tonight is no different?"

"What?"

"Baby, we're not done. The movie might be over, but I've got more things to share with you."

"You mean about my parents?"

"Yes.

He sighed. He wasn't upset that she had more she wanted to share. It didn't even necessarily bother him that it had to do with his parents. It was that his cock was still throbbing. She was in the midst of one of her torturous handjob sessions. He wondered if she was drawing things out just to prolong the experience.

"Are you sure I need to hear this?"

"I know... you want to cum. So do I. I'm horny as fuck after watching that. But I need to get these secrets out of my head."

"How many more are there?"

"Well, there are lots. Some you already know now. Like, it shouldn't be a secret that all the things we used in the movie belong to them. Your mother has quite the toy collection, and a lot of it is bondage related."

"Based on what we know about Paula, that's not all that surprising."

"It's not?"

"Not really. The night before we got married, I know a lot of things happened to Paula in the back of the house. I could conjecture what they might have been, but she told me the next day she got her ass fucked, and while she didn't say it, I'm sure she has bound when it happened. I'm also sure it wasn't just the guys that fucked her. Mom and Carrie took their turns too. I'll admit I haven't allowed myself to think about it a lot, but if mom had the things she needed at the ready for Paula, it's not hard to believe dad's used them on her before. Quite often, I'm guessing."

"So you're not scarred by that."

"No. Should I be?"

"No. I was going to... well, you seem okay that she's done that. I'll spare you some of the things I know. Things I kind spurred on when we talked. But along those lines, you should probably know your mom's also been branded. That's one of the reasons I think it's so hot," she winked.

"What?"

"They were the ones that told Matt about the resort. They went there last year... with a group of seven couples from Virginia."

"You're kidding."

"No. Your mom was number fifteen," she giggled.

"Fuck. You're serious, aren't you."

"About that, and the vacation. Well, vacations. Naughty ones. They go away with those couples twice a year. She's told me a lot of the stories. Things they've done. That she's done. I've even read about a lot of them."

"Read them? What are you talking about?"

"Look, one of the reasons I'm taking this risk telling you all of this is because... your mom gave me some... magazines."

"What are you talking about, Anna?"

"Wait here. I'll just be a second," she said as she hopped off the bed, going into the walk-in closet. She returned with a big decorative box, setting it on the mattress. Joining him, she looked lovingly into his eyes. "I know you're not the type to snoop, but I've felt guilty having these without you knowing. And if you would have found them on your own, it would have been a lot harder to explain before tonight."

She opened the lid, placing it to the side. She pulled out a Penthouse, removing it from the plastic bag she kept it in just like Betsy had.

"You've got a Penthouse?" he laughed as he sat up.

"A couple dozen, actually."

"Why are you buying those?"

"I didn't. I just told you, your mom gave them to me."

"My mother," he said in a moment of disbelief.

"The same one that you just watched on our television. The same one that I just told you takes sex-themed vacations with her husband and a bunch of horny friends from Virginia. The same one that went to college with Carrie and Paula. The same one that gave me the pot that was also in this box."

"Wow. I mean, I know Gene had them in the house, but for her to keep them?"

"Baby, your mom has a subscription... to this day. They were all hers. Your dad has the prescription to Playboy."

"What?"

"Gene never moved to Indiana. It never occurred to you the magazines kept coming?"

"Holy shit! How did I not think of that?"

"Probably too busy jacking off to the Forum letters."

"You know about the Penthouse Forum?"

"I dated a guy that had the magazines in his apartment. I've read some of the letters. I've masturbated to some of them." Opening the magazine, she went straight to the letter. The one titled Husband Needs Help with the Sale; his Wife Knows Just the Trick. "I've masturbated a dozen times to this one. Read it."

"You want me to read it?"

"Indulge me, please."

He read the letter. It was a rather long one, and it was very well written. Better than a lot of the ones he'd read in the familiar format. He didn't pick up that the main characters in the letter had eerily similar names to his parents. Beverly and Darold had taken a business trip to Las Vegas in 1972. The thinly veiled story title spelled out how Bev helped her husband land the sales he was desperate for.

When Neil finished the letter, Ann pointed to the byline at the end. It identified the author as B.T. -- Fort Wayne, Indiana

"That's your mom," she said proudly. "Dad wouldn't let her use the name of their town. He was too worried it could be figured out. He was fine with her writing them, though. She's a brilliant writer, really. Just like you are, if you're honest about it.

Dad made her mail the letters from Fort Wayne so the post mark would match."

She showed him the box, filled with magazines. He knew instantly that each contained a letter his mother had penned. "Dozens," he groaned.

"She's going to let me know when the story about their trip to the resort is published so I can go out and get the issue. She said she's going to focus the letter on the night she got branded."

Neil fell back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling in shock. He was suddenly ashen. "I can't believe this."

"Neil, are you okay?" She knew he wasn't. The hard cock she'd been so carefully keeping from cumming had instantly deflated.

"No. I'm not," he replied, his hands going to his face.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know how to even describe the horror I'm feeling right now."

"Horror? Neil, this isn't... you just watched them having sex. You were fine with that. How is this any different?"

"Anna, what we watched just happened a couple months ago. I'm an adult. I can process it differently. But that... that's... damn babe, I've read that story before. I've jacked off to it!"

She burst out laughing, but he didn't find it quite as amusing. "C'mon Neil. There's no way you remember what stories you masturbated to."

"Is there one in that box about a couple the starts off playing bridge and it turns into an orgy?"

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"I remember the byline. Fort Wayne was close to home. I actually looked for those letters every month, in case she submitted another one. It wasn't just the byline. You said it yourself. It's the way they're written. I remember them as well as I remember that Playboy."

"February, 1979," she recalled, having committing it to memory herself without ever having seen it. "Candy Collins was on the cover. Lee Ann Michelle was playmate of the month. It had your fantasy teacher in it, Teri Tomas, that became a stripper at the Palamino in Las Vegas. Oh my God... in Vegas of all places!"

"Anna, this isn't about that Playboy. But if you can remember all of that having never seen it, it shouldn't be hard to believe I remember those letters in Penthouse."

"Okay. So you remember them. What's the big deal?"

"Don't you understand? I was jacking off to my mom's life!"

"Okay, that's actually funny. You know, she said she always wondered if you knew the magazines were hers and not Gene's. She had the subscription, but she also went out and bought one each month. She didn't want to leave the one out with the address on it."

"So she was deliberately leaving them out for me? Fuck. Therapy here I come."

"Baby, this isn't a bad thing. If anything it just proves what we've known all along. Your parents... hell, my parents, they're happy! And the reason they're happy is because they're not afraid to push their marriage sexually. That's why we are the way we are. We're following the trail they're still blazing. Besides, how cool is it to have a mom that goes out and buys Penthouse and Playboy each month and leaves them lying around for her teenager."

"Anna, I don't think you understand how fucked up it is."

"Oh yes I do. I've masturbated to the image in my head of what my dad did to my mom in the sunroom. More than once. I've never felt closer to them because they let me film it for them. I'm only upset that I just had the one camera, but that made it a lot more personal. The final film will be the camera showing exactly what I wanted to see at the time. There's not two other camera angles for Rose to choose from. It's the ultimate director's cut."

"You frigged yourself thinking about that?"

"Yes. Knowingly. You didn't know who wrote those letters. If you're like the vast majority of the people that read them, you probably thought they were fake."

"Actually, I thought those particular ones were real because of how... elegantly they're written."

"Okay. Good point. But you still didn't know who wrote them. I know my parents. And yet I can't get over how hot what they did was. His excitement about finally getting to fuck her out there. Her playfulness in goading him, proving she's more adventurous than she's given credit for. I saw a side of them I never dreamed of. And yes, it turns me on. I'm not ashamed of that. Seeing people in love acting like they were... it was inspiring, and it was arousing. I can't wait for Rose to send me my copy. Knowing that, are you seriously going to tell me that there weren't parts of what you watched tonight that involved your parents that turned you on? And before you answer that, remember I was stroking that big cock of yours the entire time. I know when I had to back off to keep you from cumming, and there were well more than just one."

"So is that why you were doing that? Kind of a sexual blood pressure test to see if I was aroused by what we were watching?"

"A little. Seemed more practical than just taking your pulse the entire time," she winked.

He saw the look in her eyes. It was familiar, the impish sparkle in those swirling brown irises. There was something behind them, like another secret she was hiding. It was personal though; not something she was harboring for her mother-in-law. At least he didn't think so.

He put the magazine back in the plastic sleeve, and then in the box, closing it. He got up off the bed, taking it back to the closet, much to her surprise. He returned shortly afterward with a different box, placing it on the bed. She became wide-eyed, a shudder rippling through her body.

"This is the one, isn't it?" he asked.

He knew she'd toyed with the idea for ages. The notion of keeping her different sexual personalities in neatly kept boxes on a shelf in her closet. She'd finally done it, even though it was mostly symbolic. There were four in all. Three went almost always untouched. The one for Ann had two different negligees inside; one red, one baby blue. She had many other ones she wore more regularly, but if she pulled one of those out, she was stating to herself, and to him, who she was at the moment.

That's how it was. Neil usually knew if he was interacting with someone other than Anna, whom she identified with most often. It was the other three that always took a backseat. The others generally had to be announced, like she had on the drive home from the party, saying she didn't feel like Anna at the time.

The Anna box was literally older and more worn. That was deliberate on her part, choosing one that looked the most well-used. It contained lots of items she'd wear daily. Trinkets like hair barrettes, ribbons, and clothing accessories. Sexy things to add on to her wardrobe.

The Anna Renee box was filled with disposable shirts to be specifically worn to have ripped from her body when she was being a bad girl, along with the old pair of grey gym shorts she'd always wear.

If Neil was going to bring a box out with him, that was the one she would have expected, at least considering how bratty she'd acted since they left the party. It was going on three in the morning, and they hadn't had sex. Yet she'd been naked since the middle of the third quarter of the football game many hours before. She'd been teasing him with videos and magazines, all involving his parents. And she'd been playing with his cock for hours. In her mind, she was close to being Anna Renee.

Instead he had the box she'd designed for Annabelle. It only contained two items. One of her collars, and one of the keys to the dungeon in the crawlspace directly below where she sitting on her bed.

Seeing the box he'd brought, she was confused. "No. Annabelle is in there. Not Anna Renee."

"Then this is definitely the right one."

"Stop it, Neil. I'm not in the mood for that. I can accept Anna Renee, but I'm not going to go there tonight."

"How long has it been?"

"Not that long. Just before we went to California."

"I know you keep track of the days. How many has it been?"

"It was August 5th. It's been a hundred and seventy-six days."

"It's three in the morning. We're at one seventy-seven."