Ann: the Married Years

© 2020, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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

"Hey babe, I'm home," Neil called out as he walked in through the door from the garage.

"We're in the bedroom," Ann yelled back, the stress in her voice evident to him even from the other side of the house.

Kicking off his shoes, he made his way down the hall, walking in to find her naked in front of the dresser mirror, attempting to get ready while Owen ran around the room like a cute little tyrant. Neil stopped in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, his ankles and arms crossed as he admired the beauty of his wife, even when she was obviously a bit frazzled.

"Happy anniversary babe," he grinned, a dozen long stemmed roses in his hand.

She glanced at him in the mirror, her edge softening at his gesture. Three minutes before, she would have found it hard to believe she'd smile when he came home; her day being difficult at best. But the flowers had her beaming, as did the handsome figure he cut just standing there.

Moving toward him gracefully, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Happy anniversary baby. I love you."

Leaning in, he whispered, "I love you too."

They shared a sweet kiss, cut all too short by their little one running into their legs, hugging them. Neil handed her the flowers so he could pick him up. Kissing him on the cheek, he received another welcoming hug around the neck. "Good afternoon, Bear. Have you been a good boy for Mommy?"

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that," she laughed. "He's been a bit devilish today. All I've done is chase him away from trouble. That's why I'm still naked."

"Good boy, Owen," he said, leering at his sexy wife.

"You're incorrigible Neil," she laughed.

"What do you expect? When I see you naked, I get horny."

"Interesting. I get horny when I'm naked."

"See, we're a match made in heaven. And my boy here just wants to see that his old man gets laid."

"That's going to happen, I promise. But not now, and not anytime soon if you don't take care of him so I can get ready."

"Uh, I have to get ready too, you know. I just got off work."

"I'm well aware of that, baby. But you know it takes me a lot longer. I still have to shower. Why don't you hop in first and then you can take care of him while I get ready?"

"I wish you could hop in with me," he said as he ran his hand along her shapely ass.

"We can shower together this weekend if you want. Now get going. I don't want the reason we're going to be late to be me this time," she grinned.

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

"Hey babe, I'm home," Neil called out as he walked into the house.

"I'm in the bedroom," she replied in her deep, sexy voice.

"Hmm... that sounded interesting," he mumbled as he kicked off his shoes.

She knew what he was doing. It was one of his personal traits she found endearing; raised by his mother to remove them so as not to track dirt on the carpet.

"You can take off the rest too, lover," she said from her place in the doorway of the bedroom. She was leaning up against the same jamb he had earlier, facing the opposition direction looking down the hallway, her hand grasping it above her head to stretch out her lithe, sexy body. Her legs were crossed at her ankles, her other hand on her hip. And the best part, at least to him, was that she was dressed the same way as when he'd left, which meant she wasn't.

"I thought you were worried about being late," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head, scrambling to get undressed.

"Not anymore. I called and changed our reservations."

"For dinner?"

"Until later tonight," she nodded.

"What about the theatre?"

"We're going tomorrow instead."

"But I thought you didn't want to get out of bed tomorrow."

"I don't. But our anniversary is today. As much as I won't want to leave bed tomorrow, I can't wait to get you into bed right now to celebrate it."

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

"Are you at least packed?" Neil asked as he checked his watch.

"Of course... I was packed before you came home the first time," Ann replied as she sat at the dining table. "My bags are in the closet in the bedroom."

He returned with a large suitcase, a smaller one, and her makeup bag. Heading toward the front door, he laughed. "Only three?"

"What are you insinuating?" she grinned.

"We're only going away for two nights, babe."

"I know. But I believe in being prepared."

"Prepared? What happened to wanting to spend a day never leaving the room? I mean I know that changed because of what we just did, but still...."

"I haven't changed my mind, baby. Besides, I told you I packed

before

I decided I wanted to fuck you before we left. Remember?"

"That only proves my point. Why the two suitcases?"

"See the one with the locks on it?"

He glanced at the smaller suitcase, noticing a couple of tiny travel locks holding the zippers and clasps closed. Seeing the others weren't secured the same way, he mentally scratched his head. "Okay. What's up with that?"

Her naughty smile nearly knocked him over. "That's our travel toy chest, Neil," she winked.

"Our...

what

?"

"Like I said, I believe in being prepared. We're not going to get many chances to be alone on vacations. It would be a shame if a mood strikes and we didn't have what we needed with us to act on it."

"What are you saying? You're in a mood?"

"No. But I might be. Or

you

might be. And if one of us thinks of something we might want to do, we'll be ready."

"Wow," he smiled. "You're literally the greatest wife ever."

"I'm just being proactive, baby. Like I said, I believe in being prepared. Weren't you a boy scout?"

"Uh, I stopped at cub scouts. I was never comfortable with the idea of being a Webelo."

"Why's that?"

"The goofy name. Wee-blow. It sounded... bad."

"It's a bit odd to be that homophobic considering your wife is bisexual, don't you think?"

"Okay, to be honest, I was just being glib. I had no problem with scouting, per se. I was nine. I didn't even

know

about sex then. But I was more into sports, and scouting was a little too, I don't know... structured for me. It felt a lot like school."

"I'm just teasing Neil. I know you were trying to be funny. Not your best effort though."

"I know. It was pretty sophomoric."

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just saying I know some of that scouting discipline took, because you're the most prepared man I've ever met. You're always thinking of things I don't."

"I got that from my Dad... not scouting. I was only in cub scouts for a year, if that."

"Well, wherever you got it, you got it."

"Not enough to apply it to sex," he said as he made his way to the front door with her bags.

"I wouldn't say that. You've come up with plenty of... wait. Are we taking

your

car?"

"We are now. I was thinking we'd be picking up Owen on the way home, but there won't be room for all these bags and all of his stuff too. Your car has more miles on it, so it makes more sense to take mine. Especially if we're thinking about trading yours in next year. We'll just have to come home first before we go get him."

"See, you

do

think ahead."

"Thinking ahead isn't the same thing a being prepared."

"Yes it is. And as I was about to say, there have been plenty of times when you've been prepared ahead of time when it comes to us and sex."

"Yeah, right. Like when?"

"The dungeon certainly comes to mind," she laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't put a lot of thought into

that

ahead of time to be ready."

"I suppose," he shrugged, having totally forgotten about that incredible week. Actually, it wasn't so much that he'd forgotten it. He just hadn't thought about it in a long time. His head snapped around, suddenly looking at his wife in an entirely new light. "You're not thinking about being Annabelle this weekend, are you?"

Cocking an eyebrow, she shot him that naughty grin again. "No. But that doesn't mean there aren't some items in that suitcase that are along those lines."

"Uh, if you're bringing bondage gear, it

must

be on your mind."

"I packed a lot of things, baby. Again, it's all just part of being prepared."

"Ann, that doesn't make any sense."

"Why not? We have a trunk full of sex toys at the foot of our bed, and a lot of them are for bondage. It also happens that a lot of them aren't. That suitcase is simply a pared down version of our toy chest. Like I said, I'm just being practical."

"And prepared."

"Exactly."

Neil shook his head as he packed that suitcase into the car. He doubted they'd even open it, since that really wasn't what their weekend getaway was supposed to be about. It was their fifth anniversary, and they were going to be spending their first weekend alone since they had Owen. They'd talked about a lot of things, wanting it to be a romantic getaway. As he placed the bag in his car, he chuckled.

"Just like my Anna to always keep me guessing."

It was also like her to keep him waiting. While they weren't late, mainly because she'd changed their evening plans, he still wanted to get their weekend started. Then again, in a way she already had, fucking his brains out just a half-hour before. It was silly for him to be upset now after she'd ridden him like she had. When he got back inside, he sat next to her in the dining room, watching her. She went about her routine, like she'd been doing for the last month. He just couldn't understand it.

"Why are you still doing that?" he finally asked.

"Doing what?"

"Pumping your breasts? Owen quit breastfeeding almost a month ago."

It had been a melancholy moment for Ann, her son weaning himself off breast milk far too soon for her liking. While she loved the fact that he was getting bigger and stronger, he'd transitioned from baby to toddler far sooner than she'd expected. He was becoming a rather independent spirit, loving the freedom of being able to run where he pleased. Along with that meant he no longer felt the need to bond in that most intimate of mother-child connections.

He was on the go so much he didn't have time to be held close. In fact, Neil was the first to realize that Owen had wised up to his mother's trick of using those feedings to help calm him, making him fall asleep. The little guy was smart, and he had learned.

Neil assumed she just didn't want to let go of it in case Owen changed his mind. But they both knew that wasn't happening. Their son loved baby food, and recently he'd become hooked on yogurt to the point they started buying it by the quart. The idea that he would suddenly switch back to breastfeeding seemed remote. Yet that wasn't her motive at all. It was something much more personal.

"I'm well aware of that, Neil," she replied as she moved from her left nipple to her right.

"Then why are you doing it?"

"My vanity."

"What?"

"I love how big my breasts are, and I'm not ready to let them go."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. I know I can't keep them this way forever. But that doesn't mean I can't make it last a little longer. And to be honest, I kind of like how this feels."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. The way the cup pulls at my nipple is kind of a turn on. It's not as painful as a nipple clamp, but it sort of has that effect on me."

"Wow. I learn more about you every day," he chuckled.

"What, that I like to have my nipples played with? You already knew that. But that's just a byproduct. It's really more about finding a way to keep my tits big for a few more weeks."

"Sounds like you have something in mind."

"I do," she said as she turned off the power to the pump, pulling the apparatus away from her distended nipple. Neil looked at how swollen it was, eyeing the reddened circle on her skin where it latched on. Her bud was still throbbing as she wound up the plastic tube before putting the pump into the bag and zipping it up.

"Are you going to share it with me?" he asked as she made her way to the sink.

"What, the milk?"

"No, Anna. The real reason you're so intent on keeping your breasts full."

"I told you, vanity. I want to look this way for the Super Bowl party."

"That's almost two months away. The playoffs haven't even started yet."

"I know. And I may not be able to do it," she said as she poured the contents she'd just retrieved from all her work down the drain. "But I'm going to try. And like I said, it feels good and it kind of turns me on."

Grabbing the bag off the table, he took the cup from her hand and put it inside. Then he moved toward the door. "Well we better take it with us," he grinned.

"I don't think we need to do that. We're not going to be away that long."

"You're the one that just preached being prepared. If you want to keep your tits the way they are, I wouldn't change what you've been doing."

She wiped off her breasts before putting on her shirt, slowly buttoning it up. "I love how you play to my whims," she sighed.

"Let's get going. I want to play with the rest of you too."

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

"I thought you were okay with this," Neil said as he drove south along the interstate.

Ann finished dialing the number on her cellular phone, smiling on his direction. "I am."

"Then why are you calling?"

"Because, I just want to make sure everything's okay. You want me to enjoy myself, don't you?"

He patted her thigh, his touch soft and loving. "Of course I do. And I know this is a big step."

Grabbing his hand, she squeezed it. "Baby, I'm fine. I need this. And I know Owen is going to be fine. I'm more worried about Brenda and Eddie," she laughed. "Hello?"

"Hi Ann. What took you so long to call?" Eddie laughed on the other end of the line.

"I was busy fucking my husband before we left," she answered bluntly.

"Good for you," he howled. "...

and

for him. Happy anniversary, by the way."

"Thanks Eddie. And welcome home to

you

," she answered.

Eddie Jones had only recently returned from a deployment overseas with his Air Force reserve unit. She hadn't seen him yet, or talked to him. But she and Neil had helped him and Brenda out. They'd watched their daughter Cynthia for a weekend two weeks prior so that Brenda could surprise Eddie with a romantic welcome home. Brenda had made all the arrangements, along with all the running around with Cynthia, dropping her off and picking her up, so Eddie could just relax. Now, the Jones' were returning the favor. Ann just wanted to make sure everything was getting off to a good start.

Neil had taken Owen up to their home, located in a development up on a mountainside a half-hour away, leaving Ann behind to finally allow her to get ready for their trip. They were heading to an old Inn in Northern Virginia. And old meant Colonial era old. The place was established in the late 1700s. They would be staying Friday and Saturday night, picking Owen up sometime Sunday morning. And while she was looking forward to it, she still needed to confirm that everything was good.

Eddie appreciated Ann's genuine heart. "Thanks. It's really good to be back. And thank you both again for watching Cynthia for us. I can't

tell

you how much we needed that weekend alone."

"Aw, you're welcome, sweetie. So, how's it going?"

He laughed again. "It's only been a couple of hours, Ann. Owen is fine. And he's going to be fine. So relax and have a good time. We don't want to hear from you again until you pick him up. We want you to enjoy your weekend as much as we did ours."

"Well, if you need us, you can reach us on this number, or on Neil's phone. One of them will be on all the time."

"Okay, but we're only going to call if it's an emergency, Ann. And there's not going to be one, so we'll see you Sunday."

Neil nudged Ann on the thigh, pointing toward the upcoming state sign welcoming them to Virginia. It wasn't that he wanted her to hop out so he could take some naughty pictures of her in front of it. They'd already done that, years before, in front of that very sign. He was warning her they were about to change states, the lines on the map meaning more than they used to because she was on her phone.

"Okay. I have to go. We're about to leave our calling area so we'll get hit with roaming charges pretty soon."

"Have a good time. Owen is."

"Thanks again Eddie. And thank Brenda for us."

"I will. Bye."

Closing the phone, she tucked it in her purse before leaning back in her seat. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily.

"Are you okay?" Neil asked.

"I'm great," she smiled softly, nodding as she calmed herself. "I could hear him laughing in the background."

"He's going to be fine, Ann. This is good, for

all

of us."

"Oh, I know. He's happy. He's always happy."

"That's because of you. You're always happy."

"You make me happy, Neil. But that's going to end soon if we don't eat. I'm starving."

"Me too. What time is our reservation?"

"It's kind of open ended at this point because I changed them. They know we're coming, but there's no set time so we might have to wait a bit."

"Then let's just go straight to dinner when we get there."

"You... you don't want to dress up? It's our anniversary," she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"You just said you're starving? I definitely want you happy tonight."

"I'll be less happy if we don't do this the right way," she grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I want to have fun too."

She literally gasped as he pulled into the parking lot of the historic inn a half-hour later. While it was pretty much as he'd described it, the sprawling frontage of the interconnected buildings brought a wondrous smile. It also left her speechless; only her girlish giggle coming out as he opened her door.

They walked hand in hand inside to check in, her eyes roaming the small foyer. The entire place was an antique, the floorboards creaking as they walked to the desk. He rang the bell, and a young woman soon appeared to help them.

"Welcome. I'm Brooke, how may I help you this evening?"

"Hello Brooke. Reservation for Thomas," he said as Ann clutched his arm. She felt a small tremor run through her just from hearing his voice and those words, recalling all the times they'd checked into hotels before. She couldn't recall one that didn't end up in some kind of magical sexual experience, and there was little reason to believe this time wouldn't end up the same.

"It kind of reminds me of Sacramento," she whispered, the age and style of the building bringing to mind the bed and breakfast they'd stayed at.

"A little," he nodded as he waited for the paperwork. "This is a bit bigger, and lot older. Plus, there's the restaurant."

"How did you know about this place?"

Signing the document the young woman slid toward him, he shrugged. "My parents used to come here for weekend getaways."

"Darren and Betsy stayed here?"

"I'm sure they did a lot more than that."

She playfully slugged his shoulder, giggling at his impish grin. "You know what I meant."

"We used to live out here, babe. I

grew up

out here."

"God... I always forget that. So they actually came here." He shot her another devilish smile, and she slugged him again. "You have a dirty mind tonight."

"I'm hoping I have a dirty wife to go with it."

"I was thinking more romantic, based on the setting. That's one of the reasons I wanted to do what we did before we left... to get that out of our system."

Taking the keys, he stopped to listen to Brooke as she gave details on the inn, the restaurant, as well as their room. She asked if they needed help with their bags, but he politely said he could handle it, thanking her for her help. Handing Ann one of the keys, he held her hand as he stared deeply into her captivating brown eyes.

"I don't think it's possible for us to ever get that out of our system, lover. But this is our anniversary weekend, and I want it to be everything

you

want it to be."