Ann: the Married Years

I cannot express how thankful I am for my friend Annanova, who willfully and happily took on the daunting task of editing for me once again. Some might say it was 'insistfully', but she'd be the first to tell you that's not even a word, which is one of the many reasons why her insights are so welcome. Sometimes I have to remember that an extra set of eyes is a good thing. That they're sexy and green is an added bonus! Thanks again Anna.

To the rest of my readers, I hope you enjoy this latest chapter!

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The phone startled her to the point that she didn't start walking across the room to answer it until the third ring.

"Who would be calling at this time of the morning," she said to herself, her elegant blue dress flowing as she walked briskly. She set down the sponge on the counter, taking off one of the thick yellow rubber gloves she was wearing. Picking up the receiver, she nestled it between her cheek and shoulder so she could remove the other glove.

"Hello?" she answered in her polite southern accent. "Yes. This is Carol."

"Hi Carol... this is Beth. Beth Edwards."

"Ha... I know who you are Beth. You don't need to formally introduce yourself."

"Well, it's been a long time since we talked. I wasn't sure you'd know it was me."

Carol felt bad. Her friendship with Beth had kind of fallen to the wayside, the result of a disagreement the two had had. She never intended it to reach the point where they'd stop talking altogether, but that was more in Beth's control than hers. She'd let things settle, thinking the other woman would come around. But she never did, until now, almost two years later.

"Of course I know it's you. What's up?"

"I'm sorry to be calling so early on a Sunday. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

Carol turned to look at her pristine kitchen, a smile coming to her face. "No, I was just finishing up my Sunday cleaning," she said as she walked into the entertainment room to sit on the couch. She crossed her legs, loving how feminine she felt in her dress.

It was something she did every Sunday, an homage to her mother, who always wore a dress, even when she cleaned. Carol had taken to doing that as well, dressing up on Sunday mornings. She even did her housework dressed like that, loving the domestic goddess she would become, as if she were allowing herself a luxury.

Dangling her high heel on her foot as she slowly rocked her leg up and down, she settled into the conversation. "It's good to hear your voice, Beth."

"Uh, it's good to hear yours too," she answered nervously.

"What's going on... are you okay?"

"Well, not really. It's been a rough time. And I was wondering..."

Carol sat up, concerned about the tone of Beth's voice. They hadn't talked in forever, but they had once been rather close. Close enough that she knew something was wrong. The fact that her old friend didn't have the words to finish her sentence had her worried.

"Talk to me, Beth. Tell me what's going on."

"It's Tyler," she replied, referring to her husband.

"What about him? Is he okay?"

"We're... we're fighting again."

"Again? You're going to have to be more specific... we haven't talked in a long time. I have no idea what's going on in your life right now."

"That's my fault. All of this is my fault," she replied, and she started crying.

"What's your fault? What are you talking about?"

"You and me... me and Tyler. Everything."

Carol wondered if she should drive over to meet with her. It was obvious something was terribly wrong, but trying to find out over the phone was proving difficult. Yes, she and Beth had had a falling out of sorts, but she never stopped loving her as a friend. It was something that happened, and she left the ball in her court as to whether their friendship would continue. Since she hadn't called in such a long time, she assumed it was over. But hearing her in despair, she couldn't help but have compassion for her.

"Do you want me to come over?" she asked, feeling she needed to make the first step in showing there were no hard feelings on her part.

"No... God no! That'll only make things worse," she sniffed.

"Beth Edwards... what in the hell is going on?"

"I... I really don't know how to ask you this, Carol. There's no polite way to say it."

"Screw being polite. Just come out with it already."

"Fine," she replied quietly. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I want to know if you'd invite us to your party this year."

"What?"

"Your Super Bowl party. I want... I need us to be invited."

"You

need

it?"

"For the sake of my marriage... yes."

"From the beginning, Beth. Tell me what's going on between you and Tyler."

Beth told her how her marriage had been rocky since she'd pitched a fit after the first Super Bowl party Carol held. The fit had to do with several of the girls stripping during the game. Tyler saw it as harmless fun, while she had seen it as lewd and immoral behavior that she didn't want to be exposed to.

Everything was fine until the next year, when they weren't invited because Carol wouldn't guarantee there wouldn't be any repeat performances. For her part, Carol felt that no one had done anything wrong. It was her house, it was an adult-only affair, and she wanted to have a good time. She saw it as her party, and she wasn't going to limit the fun just because some people were offended.

Tyler was devastated when he found out they'd essentially been blacklisted. He had a lot of friends that had gone the year before, and he was looking forward to it. Beth was upset as well, but more that she'd been singled out along with another woman named Cindy as the only two that were opposed to what had happened. Tyler labeled his wife as a prude, and started to question their relationship.

Beth told her that things had calmed down during the summer months, and she thought everything had been resolved. But the tension between them returned as the football season started, only she didn't understand the correlation. It was subtle at first, but she soon realized that as week after week went by, they weren't talking like they had. And worse than that, they weren't having sex. Whenever she tried, he brushed it off, saying he wasn't interested.

Things came to a head when the playoffs started. His favorite team, the local Redskins were in the playoffs, but they didn't play the first weekend because they'd earned a bye. So, she tried to seduce him during the games that

were

being played, but he was having none of it. Frustrated, she finally confronted him about his lack of sex drive, and the feelings she was having about it.

"That's when he told me it wasn't that he didn't want to have sex. But he basically said he wasn't

going

to have sex with me until the season was over."

"I don't understand, Beth. What is he really upset about?"

"Basically, it comes down to the fact that I'm a prude. That's his word... not mine."

"Well what would you call it?"

"Does it really matter? Stuffy, straight-laced, snobbish, prim and proper... ice princess? Whatever you want to call it, my marriage is in trouble because I was... well, I was prudish about your party. There's no denying that."

"Well why were you? Was what we did that big a deal?"

"Not really. I guess I acted that way because that's how I thought I was supposed to act. I was raised in a very conservative home, by ridiculously strict parents. The mere idea of a woman doing something like what you did was so taboo my mother would have had a stroke."

"And that makes me a bad person?"

"No... it makes me narrow-minded, Carol. This isn't about what you and the other girls did. This is about how I reacted to it."

"Okay, so what do you want from me?"

"In some ways, I'm hoping for acceptance. I've had a lot of time to think about how I acted... about what I said. And I've had a lot of time to deal with the regret. I'm tired of feeling this way."

"Beth, I've never said anything to you about any of this. All I did -"

"All you did was keep me from ruining your party. I totally understand that. I had no right to say the things I did. If I didn't like it, all I had to do was say we weren't coming next time. I didn't have to make such a scene about it."

"You didn't make a scene," she scoffed.

"Maybe not. But I certainly acted like I was better; like I would never do something so... I don't know. Naughty, I guess. And that bothers Tyler. He as much as said he doesn't want to be with someone that's so rigid they're scared to have a good time, let alone explore anything new."

"He

said

that?"

"Pretty much, although he didn't really have to. Like I said, I've had a lot of time to think, especially since the playoffs started. And I've come to the conclusion that I either let go some of things that I found distasteful, or I lose my marriage."

"Beth, do you honestly think Tyler would divorce over something so silly? He loves you."

"Did you hear what I said? We haven't... you know... had sex for months. I don't want to take that chance, Carol. I don't want to be the kind of wife whose husband starts looking elsewhere for it because she's too close-minded to try something new. I want to be sexy. I want to turn him on. And right now, no matter what I do, he sees me as the woman who can't loosen up and have a good time."

"Okay, so what is it exactly that you want from me?"

"I know this is crass, especially after the stink I made, but I'd really like to be invited to the party. I think that will go a long way to bringing Tyler back to me. With the 'Skins being in the game, he's going to want to be with his friends. He's going to blame me for ruining his day more than he did last year. I'm the one standing in the way of him being with his friends and having a good time when his team plays in the Super Bowl."

Carol got her point. The Redskins had won the NFC Championship the previous Sunday. Almost everyone attending was going to be rooting for them because it was truly the home area team. This went beyond just an NFC allegiance. The game was going to be special, and she knew Tyler would want to be a part of it. Hell, Barry would want him there. But she wasn't budging on her party, and what might happen.

"I'm not going to change the party, Beth. You have to understand that."

"I do, Carol. I'm not asking you to change anything. I'm only asking that you let us be a part of it this year."

"There's going to be drinking."

"I know."

"There's probably going to be some of us that are really tipsy... maybe even drunk."

"I know."

"There's going to be a few totally nude women this year. We were one score away from it the last two years... it's bound to happen."

"I know, Carol. I know."

"There might even be some sex," she added.

Beth was silent for a little bit, before finally stammering, "W... what?"

"One of the girls I invited last year to round out the party -"

"My replacement?" she laughed, trying to lighten her own mood.

"Yes. Her name is Olivia. We went to college together, and she's a huge Giants fan. When they won, she gave her husband a blowjob at the end of the party."

"Oh... well, I guess that's not so bad," she said, unsure if she believed it.

"And then... she gave one to Alphonso because he won the big pool."

"Oh. Wait... what pool? The one outside?" she asked, suddenly confused.

Laughing, she said, "Not the swimming pool, Beth. He won the gambling pool. We played a game called 'Squares'. It was a big hit so we're going to play it again this year. And if things evolve like they have been, I wouldn't be surprised if things go even farther this year. I'm not going to let turn into all-out sex... I don't want an orgy going on. But if people want to have a little fun like that, I'm not saying no. Hell, I hope I'll be participating. I'm turned on already just thinking about the possibilities."

Beth was silent again, but then she said, "I understand. I still hope you'll think about inviting us. I'd do anything for Tyler to be able to be there."

"Beth, did you hear me? Drinking... nudity... the real possibility of some kind of oral sex?"

"I heard you, Carol, loud and clear. And I meant what I said. It's the Redskins. It's my husband. It's my marriage. I'd do anything so Tyler could be there. Just tell me what it is, and I'll do it."

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Ann returned to the house, excited by the mail. It was rare that something came that made her so happy. Usually it was just bills and junk mail. But amongst the pile of the usual crap was an envelope she'd been looking forward to for over a week.

Walking through the front door, she opened it, smiling as she read the card it held inside.

"NEIL! WE GOT THE INVITE!" she yelled gleefully.

"You knew it was going to come," he called back from the bedroom. "I don't know why you've been worried about it."

"I wasn't worried," she said as she walked into the room, seeing him lying in the bed as he watched television. "I'm just excited. Aren't you? Your team is playing."

"Of

course

I'm excited. But I told you last week that Carol and Barry were having the party again this year."

"I know, I know. It's just that it's official now."

The invitation was inevitable. Carol had told Neil at work the week before that she was going to host the party, their third annual Super Bowl bash. But Ann was right. It did seem more official now that they'd received the invite. It also seemed odd that she'd waited so long to send them out. That was unlike her, but that was explained in the invitation itself.

She'd handwritten the notes, for one, making them more personal. And she'd spelled out the rules of the party once again, stipulating that there would be no kids allowed, and only couples of some sort had been invited. Any guests would be serious boyfriends and girlfriends, couples living together, or those that were married, with the vast majority of them being in the latter category.

She also was more specific about what might happen at the party; actually referencing the return of the Super Bowl Sluts, and that there would definitely be nudity at some point during the party. She also alluded to the sex that had happened at the end of the party the previous year, saying that while it wasn't planned, it had set a precedent, and while she still was decreeing there would not be an all out orgy, she wasn't going to rule out the possibility of sexual things happening again. She even joked, saying that they weren't called the Super Bowl Sluts for nothing.

When Neil read it, he laughed. "Wow, Ann... it sounds like Carol is pimping you out."

"What?" What do you mean?" she said as she took the invitation from him and read it again.

"She says that she's not ruling out some kind of sex happening, and then she says you're called a slut for a reason. If last year is any indication, it sounds to me like you're going to be sucking some cock at the party, and it may not be mine."

"I know. I kidded about it last year when we left. I even told you I was practicing when I sucked you off on the way home."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. So she

is

pimping you out."

Arching her eyebrow, her mouth morphed into a wicked grin. "Would you have a problem with that?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Would you have a problem if someone besides you sucked

mine

?" he asked.

"I never have before," she chuckled.

"Right. Silly question."

"But mine wasn't. It says here that she's not going to let it devolve into an orgy, so I'm pretty sure she's only thinking along the lines of oral sex, but if I'm one of the sluts, I suppose I could end up sucking any guy there. Would that bother you?"

The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. She was excited, but she was also deferring to him. What he thought and how he felt meant everything to her. And that meant everything to him. She wanted to be a part of whatever might happen at the party. She actually took pride in being considered one of the four official 'sluts' of the party. And while she wasn't going to do anything he didn't approve of, he wasn't going to take away something she was looking forward to. The truth was that he was proud of her being one of the sluts too.

"I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't do it," he admitted.

She got goose bumps, her voice cracking. "God I love you!"

"I love you too, Anna. But I really think it's a bit of a stretch to think we're going to go from that victory blowjob Olivia gave Ben, to all of you doing it. That seemed pretty isolated to me. After all, he

is

her husband."

"You're forgetting about the one she gave Alphonso."

"Oh...yeah. You're right," he nodded, recalling how the party

really

ended. "Still, don't you think that was all just from the euphoria of her team winning the game?"

"Of course it was. But that was just the Giants. Imagine the way the room is going to want to celebrate if the

Redskins

win," she grinned.

"Wow. Well, you have a point there."

She crawled sexily across the bed, pulling back the covers. Eyeing his semi-hard cock, she took it in her hand, licking her lips in anticipation. "You're probably right, Neil, and nothing's going to happen. But maybe I better start practicing again, just in case," she giggled, leaning down to take the head into her wet, warm mouth.

"I'm not sure why you're bothering," he teased. "If I remember right, you said you wanted to be the first slut to eat a pussy at the party."

"I'm not worried there... I've had plenty of practice doing that this year," she winked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was lying on the bed, watching Ann get ready for the party. She was in front of the mirror of her dresser, which was unusual. She almost always did her makeup and accessorizing in front of the bathroom mirror, but he knew she was doing it for him this time. Then again, she seemed to be in some kind of trance, just standing there for the longest time.

He loved watching her, studying her sexy naked body from behind. She'd taken a shower, and she'd dried her hair. And she had done

some

of her makeup already, transforming her eyes into that sultry, smoky look that turned him on so much. But now she was just standing there, staring at herself.

Not that he was complaining. He was an unabashed ass man, and hers was perfect; the heart shape making his pulse race. Her legs were slightly parted, offering just a glimpse of the heaven that was between them. Yet he was busy ogling her dimples, those two sexy indentations on the small of her back just above that shapely ass.

It was as if they were staring back at him. They drew him in, capturing his imagination. He began daydreaming about how they looked when she walked in a bikini or a backless dress, moving in time as she swayed her hips seductively. He smiled as he thought of how they looked when she was lying on her side, the gentle curve of her body sloping from her hips to her slender waist. He became aroused thinking of when he fucked her from behind, loving how they moved whenever she arched her back in the middle of one of her intense climaxes. He chuckled when he thought of how he'd use them as targets during those rare times when he'd pull out and shoot his load all over her sexy tanned skin.

"What's so funny?" she asked, his quiet laughter snapping her out of the spell she'd seemingly been cast under.

"Oh, nothing. I was just passing time, watching you," he smiled.

"And that's funny how?"

"Not funny... sexy. I was admiring your dimples."

"Dimples? I don't have dimples."

"Sure you do," he said, rising to stand behind her. He reached down, his hands moving up her sides, his thumbs moving in to touch the alluring spots on her body.

"Oh...

those

dimples," she giggled, her eyes glancing at him over her soft shoulder.