Ann: the Married Years

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Valerie sat nervously on a barstool, her eyes drifting back and forth between her reflection in the mirror behind the bar, and the back of her left hand. The ice-cold bottle of Miller Lite in front of her went untouched, her nervousness apparent to Ann, who was sitting beside her, her long, shapely legs crossed as she nursed a rum and coke. She had turned her chair, facing toward her cousin and the entrance, scanning the large, dark room for men.

"Relax, Val. Drink your beer. It'll take the edge off."

"I can't believe he saw me," she replied, taking the bottle and gulping down a big swig.

They'd only been inside a few minutes, having just passed Val's husband Dale, who was on his way to a hotel with Gloria and Alexis. It was the beginning of an elaborate plan that Neil had devised. Its purpose was to liberate Valerie from the clutches of a man that had not only harmed her physically, he had scarred her emotionally. While they were married, he had by definition, raped his wife several weeks prior. And she was just coming to terms with the fact that her life was about to change.

Dale leaving the bar in the company of two hot women on the way to a hotel was one part of Neil's plan. Valerie being in the bar was a different mission altogether. And while they were independent of each other, with luck, the two would intersect before the night was over.

Ann looked at all the people milling about, most of them attractive and on the prowl. She was transported back in time, to her life of being a single babe in California. "It's been a long time since I've done this," she grinned. "It brings back a lot of interesting memories."

"I've

never

done this," Valerie admitted, "I'm in over my head Anna. I shouldn't be here."

"Sure you should. This is the first step in moving on."

"I'm still married. How can I move on if I'm still married?"

"Look, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I would never make you do something that makes you uncomfortable. Far be it for me to tell you that you should have sex with another man while you're married when it's one of the few sexual lines that

I

won't cross."

"One of the few? Listen to you. You act like you have sex with someone other than Neil all the time."

"I do," she shrugged, shocking Val. "I just don't fuck other men."

"What the hell does that even mean, Anna? You cheat on Neil?"

"Of course not. Why would I ever cheat on him? That's what his ex did."

"Then he knows?"

"Of course. We have kind of an unusual relationship, Val... at least when you compare it to most people."

"You're going to have to tell me more than that. You just can't leave that hanging in the air for me to wonder."

"Fine... so your question is, have I had sex with other men since I've been married... and the answer is yes, I have. I've given plenty of blowjobs, and I've let men go down on me. But Neil knows. In most cases, he's been there. He's a part of it."

A hand went over her face, and she whispered, "You're kidding."

"Well it's a two-way street...

more

than two-way, really. I actually let him

fuck

other women. More to the point, I sort of encourage it, because he allows me to be who I am."

"What do you mean, you

sort of

encourage? I don't understand."

"There's really no tactful way to say this other than to be blunt about it, Val. I'm bisexual."

"You're what?"

"You heard me."

"That doesn't make any sense. You can't be. You

love

men. That's all we ever talked about when you lived with us when you first moved out here. That's one of the reasons we became so close."

"I still love men, Val. In case you hadn't noticed,

Neil

is a man. I married him."

"Oh trust me, I've noticed," she said with an envious smile.

"Don't go getting all jealous again. I thought we were past that."

"We are. I'm just teasing. But that doesn't explain all this bisexual bullshit. Where the hell did that come from? Were you always?"

"Not really. It didn't start until

after

I met Neil, but he didn't push me into it. I kind of wandered in that direction on my own, but he's encouraged me. Believe it or not, it started because we were having so much fun finding ourselves sexually as a couple, and that was before we actually got married. The first time I ever thought of seriously having sex with a woman was the week he and I fell in love."

"So, you find this hunk of a guy when you go on vacation to Indiana, and you immediately start checking out women and trying to have sex with them?"

"Of course not. It wasn't like that at all. What happened was we were dating that week, and we were having dinner the last night we were together, and this cute waitress overheard me teasing Neil at the table about doing something sexy to him... one thing led to another, and she kind of said she was willing to be in a threesome with us that night."

"Oh my fucking god! You had a threesome the night he asked you to marry him! No

wonder

he asked you!"

"No. I would have. I told him I was willing to. But he didn't want to."

"Wait... he turned down sex with you and another hot girl?"

Ann grinned. "Uh huh. He said he didn't want to share me the last night we were together. Isn't that adorable?"

"It's not only adorable, it's... it's unbelievable."

"I know. And I was glad, because we obviously had a magical night together. But later, when I came home, and I thought about all that we did together that week, I couldn't get out of my mind the one thing we

didn't

do. The truth is I wanted to. I wondered what it would have been like. And it became kind of an obsession, really. Not just a threesome. I wanted to experience what it would be like to have sex with a woman."

"And from all of that, you realized you're bisexual?"

"Not right away, but over time, yes. I actually denied it for years. But the truth is that since I've been married, I've been with a lot of different women. And that's all because of Neil. I have to tell you Val, he has not only helped me figure out who I really am as a woman, he's supported me as I've learned to accept it and let it be a part of me. Most men would be intimidated by something like that. He's loved me, and he has encouraged me to explore that side of my sexuality. Of course, we've been in a lot of threesomes in that time, so it's not like he doesn't get a lot of the side benefits. But I can't tell you how incredible it is to be with someone that loves me so much to he's willing to let me do the things I do."

"Anna, I'm speechless. I can't believe you actually have sex with girls."

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it," she winked.

"

Try

it? I'm still trying to get a handle what you're asking me to do

now

. I'm not sure about all of this. Not now. Not after all I've been through."

"What you've been through is why we're here. This is therapy, Val. This is moving past the ugliness, and discovering that there's a wonderful world out there for you to explore. You were never going to find it married to Dale."

"Listen to you. You act like it's a foregone conclusion that I'm getting divorced. Hell, you act like I already am."

"You are. You're not going back to him. We've already had that discussion, and I'll never forgive you if you go crawling back to that slimy jerk. That's what you'd be doing, which is beneath you. LOOK at you," she said, pointing toward the mirror. "That woman deserves to be pampered. She deserves to be treated like royalty. She deserves the endless orgasms that come from incredible sex."

"Don't I wish," she laughed.

"Hey, I used to think the same thing. It took me years to find someone like Neil. But they're out there. You have to look, and you have to be willing to take a few risks to find them."

"I don't know Anna. Dale's the only guy I've really ever been with."

"One; that's a shame. And two; who's fucking fault is that? Everybody told you what kind of an asshole Dale is.

Everybody!

Myself included!"

"I know, I know. I just... I loved him."

"Well halleluiah!"

"What?"

"You said 'loved'! Past tense... which means you've accepted it's time to move on. Now... let's keep looking for a man to fuck you senseless tonight."

Valerie looked at her right hand, her wedding ring adorning it instead of her left. That had really been the first moment she realized her marriage was over, because it excited her to take it off and put it on her other hand. She'd been trying to talk herself out of such a monumental decision, but she knew all along that Ann was right... just like her parents and brother had been telling her for the last month and a half.

Nodding, she said, "Okay. I'm trusting you, Anna. I better not regret this in the morning."

"Regret it. After tonight, you'll likely be thanking me. You're going to be wondering why you ever settled for the bottom of the barrel to begin with."

"So, how do we do this?"

"We wait. It's still early. The good ones aren't here yet."

"And just how do you know that? You had to go to

Indiana

to find a good one."

"That's because I was looking for love. All you're looking for is a nice hard cock. Preferably a big one attached to a guy that knows how to use it."

"Again, how would you know how to find it here if you had to leave the state?"

"I never had a problem finding men, Valerie. I had trouble finding one that brought out the woman inside me."

"Isn't that what you've been saying I need now?"

"True. But I'm not the woman I was then. Because of Neil, now I know what to look for. Trust me, someone will show up tonight that will be perfect for what you need tonight. We just have to be patient. I won't let you get hooked up with the wrong guy."

"Okay... but again, I better not regret this later."

"You won't. I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you Val. I love you."

"I love you too, Anna," she smiled, leaning over to offer a hug.

With that they continued to sit at the bar, Ann offering tips to Val on what to say, and how to act when she was approached. Val was skeptical it would even happen, her self-confidence at an all-time low. But Ann built her up, reminding her of all her wonderful qualities, not to mention the assets she was putting on display.

"Remember, women window shop. But men don't. They buy. When a man approaches you, he's already made up his mind that he wants to fuck you."

"You're kidding."

"No. You're in a bar, and you're dressed for fun. He's buying a stranger a drink, or trying to flirt, or whatever. He's not going to waste his time on someone that doesn't interest him. He's only coming up to you because he thinks you're available, and he thinks he has a shot."

"But he doesn't even know me."

"Hello... most of the time, he doesn't

want

to. He's not asking you out on a date. He's asking you to suck and fuck his cock. Sometimes they're subtle; sometimes they're just that blunt.

You

just have to remember that you're the one that's really buying. Not him. Every night, there are always more men than women looking to score, so the numbers are always in your favor. You have the pussy, so you get to make the rules."

"Oh my god, Anna, where did you get such a mouth on you?" she laughed. "And how did you come to realize all of this?"

"First, I'm just being honest, because that's what this is all about. You need to get laid, and you deserve to find a guy that will get you off like you never have before. Although come to think of it, you've only been with Dale and a couple of others, so the bar can't be that high. Anyway, second, I learned by trial and error. The one thing you have to remember is that while it took me a long time to find my Mr. Right, I didn't find him in a bar. Bars are for shopping for sex. I never had a problem getting laid if I wanted to. The hard part is learning to sort out the losers from the guys that can actually fuck. And that's what I'm trying to teach you."

"Okay, so just how do I do that?"

"Step one is to remember what I already told you. You're shopping, and you have the power."

"Yeah, that thing between my legs," she snickered.

"And don't you forget it, Val! They think they're buying. If they approach you, they've already decided they like the package, and they're willing to take the chance that what's underneath will be worth it. But since you're shopping, you can dismiss them without a real reason. You're not interested; you're here with your cousin; you're meeting someone else later. However you want to do it, you have the ability to make them go away. And they will."

"But what if they pressure me?"

"They won't. If they're serious about getting laid, they'll move on. Getting shot down is part if it. They know the game. That's where Dale fails... he doesn't have any tact, he's usually drunk, and frankly, he's nothing to look at. There's no reason for any woman to take him serious when there's a guy like that looking at them," she said, nodding toward a hunk sitting at the far end of the bar.

"Is he... interested?"

"Probably. He keeps looking at you, and he's about to finish his drink. My guess is he's building up the courage to approach us."

"So, he's after you."

"You have to have more confidence than that," Ann said, patting her hand. Then she flashed her wedding ring. "Don't worry... I have my shields up. Some guys try to blast past them, but one icy stare can generally convince them they're wasting their time. You, on the other hand, are most certainly available tonight."

"Well how is that going to work? We're together."

"You let me worry about that. You just make sure you're open to the right guy, and this will all take care of itself. And by the way, the guy looking at you is

not

the right guy."

"Why is that? He's actually cute."

"Mainly because he actually has to find the courage to come over here. You're not looking for someone timid tonight. You want a confident man with a big cock. You want someone that will take you, respectfully, if that makes any sense."

"Actually, it kind of does. And that's like the third time you've emphasized a 'big cock'. Is that important?"

"It is tonight. I'm pretty sure Dale isn't big, just by the way he acts. If you're going to do this, you need to see what it's like to live a little. You need someone that's as polar opposite of what you're used to. So, we're shopping for someone that's well-endowed. Don't settle for hamburger when you can have a thick, juicy steak."

Valerie burst out laughing. "Jeez... where do you come up with this stuff?"

Shrugging, Ann said, "I don't know. I just know I'm right."

"Okay, so you're right. How the hell am I supposed to tell if they're big or not?"

"I'll teach you. It's not that hard. Look, here comes the guy."

The man sauntered over, trying to act calm when he was anything but. Still, he worked up the nerve to say, "Hi... I'm Dean. Can I buy you a drink?"

Valerie wanted to tell him yes, but she knew from the way Ann was acting next to her that she shouldn't. Instead, she tried to let him down easy.

"I appreciate the offer, Dean. But I'm still drinking this one. Some other time, perhaps," she smiled.

"How about in fifteen minutes," he persisted, his attempt to be charming making her melt a bit.

She started to agree, but she heard Ann clear her throat. "I'm sorry Dean. You seem like a nice guy."

"I

am

a nice guy. You just have to get to know me."

Ann leaned in, whispering to Valerie, who seemed startled by what she heard. Clearing her own throat, she said, "My friend here says you just want to fuck me. Is that true?"

"No... no. Like I said, I'd like us to get to know each other."

"Hmm... that's too bad. I'm not looking for anything like that. I'm really here just to find a man to fuck."

"What?"

"It was nice to meet you, Dean. Have a nice evening." Turning her back on him, she faced Ann, who gave her an encouraging smile. A devastated Dean moved back to the end of the bar, dropping a few bills to cover his tab before leaving. Val sighed. "I feel so bad."

"Don't. He wanted to fuck you, Val. Nothing more... he just played his hand wrong."

"What do you mean? That felt awful doing that to him."

"Did you want to fuck him?"

"I don't know. That's what you want me to do, isn't it?"

"I want you to move on. And yes, hooking up with a man is the best way to do it. But what do

you

want?"

Valerie thought about it for a second and confirmed, "I really need sex, Anna. I'm so horny right now I can't stand it."

"Okay, so do you want average sex, good sex, ordinary sex... do you want the sex you've been having for the last however many years? Or do you want incredible, mind-blowing, life-altering sex?"

"So you're saying Dean...."

"He's likely better than average. He'd be attentive. He'd be caring. He didn't seem the selfish type, so he'd probably ring your bell. But he wouldn't ring it like it needs to be rung."

"Still, I feel so guilty pushing him away like that."

"Val, he wanted to fuck you. That's a good thing. It's good to be desired."

"Yeah, he did desire me, didn't he?" she giggled.

"Yes he did. But you know what? He's a man. He struck out with you and he left. I doubt he's going home to jack off. He'll change his approach and find someone else at some other bar. He didn't give up. He just didn't want to go hit on someone else here, because he probably thought he was watched. He doesn't want to be seen as a player, even though he is. That's a strategic move on his part."

"Damn, how do you know all of this?"

"I told you. There was a lot of trial and error. And there were times I would have settled for a guy like him, playing the potential boyfriend card, because he came off as caring. The problem is he's not. He would have fucked you tonight and never called you the next day, even though he promised he would."

"But I'm not looking for a relationship, right?"

"Hell no. You're doing this to get over one. You're not ready for a commitment."

"Then why would it have been bad to fuck him? Other than the fact that you think he wouldn't have been great in bed. Frankly, from what you're telling me,

anything

different is going to be better than Dale."

"I don't know that to be fact. I'm guessing, but I don't think I'm wrong. And you know me; I want to prove I'm right. And it's because of that that I won't let you settle on someone like Dean. He wanted you, but he tried to play on your emotions thinking you were more interested in something long-term. Why else would he have said he wanted to get to know you? We're going to find a guy that's honest about what he wants... he has to admit he's looking for one thing. Then, you can decide if you want to be that kind of girl for him."

"And just how the hell will I figure that out?"

"By how wet he makes you."

"My panties are already soaked right now, Anna. I don't see how that's a barometer for if I'm going to be a slut tonight. That's already a foregone conclusion at this point."

"Good. Then all we have to do is find the lucky man that's going to rock your world. And trust me, when the right guy comes along, you're going to get so wet so fast you won't be able to wait to get out of those panties."

The crowd had started to build; more and more people showed up as the hour got later, and with that, potential suitors for Valerie. She'd been approached by several guys, as had Ann. Ann simply flashed her ring and smiled, saying she was playing wingman for her cousin. Any guy that tried to go from Ann straight to Valerie was quickly dismissed. Val as much as said they should have been asking her first, feigning being disrespected.

Ann was tickled that Val had come up with that on her own, but it came naturally. Val had always had a jealousy streak when it came to her cousin. She looked up to her growing up, but she also envied the way she seemed to have men fawning all over her. So, any time it happened at the bar, she gave the guy an icy stare and a quick, "Are you serious?" rebuff.