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Neil stood in his kitchen, his hand gripping the phone as he stared at it. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. All he knew was that every moment of inaction made it seem like he was wasting time, when he should have been doing something.
He was naked, his cock hard and pulsing, expecting to hear a time and a location... the when and where he was supposed to meet his wife so they could have some fun in the back of her new minivan.
She'd done it two weeks in a row, waking him up near the time she was to get off work, telling him where she would be, and that he needed to be there if he expected anything from her that evening. It all seemed so silly at first, since she could have more easily just come home and jumped him like she usually did on the day of the week she worked whenever he was on third shift. But this recent change was an exciting one, even if he didn't totally grasp all the reasons behind it at first.
"Did she really just hang up on me?" he wondered, thinking about the abrupt end to the call he'd taken from her.
He actually thought he had figured it all out. She was calling up for random sex, doing it in the back of the van, in random locations. While he was puzzled at first, he looked for clues and hints, knowing she'd likely offer some.
The first was that it was only on the days she worked. That was significant if for no other reason than they already had someone lined up to watch Owen while they had a little fun. The second was the way she was interacting. It was cold and impersonal, the act itself more important than the fact that they were getting together. It was that realization that led him to believe they were playing a game. She never kissed him, or said his name. Hell, she only talked on the phone when she called to tell him where to be, and when they were finished, when she basically ordered him to leave.
Then there was the way she came home. The first time, she showed up a little later than normal, but went to pick up their son next door as usual. What was out of character was her quick dash to the bathroom to shower. Then next week, she called him
after
they hooked up, and she told him she'd be late coming home. She faked an argument and showed up even later, but not dressed in the sexy outfit she likely wore to work.
But the thing that convinced him he was on to something was a comment Felicia made after the imaginary fight he and Ann had on the phone; a swift argument that felt more real than not. He'd been lamenting the fact that he didn't seem on the same page as his wife. She told him not to fret about it. And then she said something about being their
West Virginia
mother.
That last comment returned to him the night before at work, as he anticipated Ann might be calling again the next afternoon. He knew Felicia was referring to Ann more than him, knowing how his wife looked up to her. While her lifestyle when it came to sex crossed a line that Ann never would, she still admired the person Felicia was, and the friendship they shared.
He kept thinking of her phrasing; the fact that she called herself not a surrogate mother, or a substitute. She was specific as with regard to a region... namely where they lived. It immediately brought Alfred and Billie to mind. They were an incredible couple that Ann had come to know while she lived out west, and she'd often referred to them as her California parents.
Felicia's comment didn't mean anything at first. Not until he really thought about his interactions with the Davidsons. The first one that came to mind was the night he met Billie, at Ann's going away party. He'd met Alfred earlier that day. Like his father-in-law, Alfred worked at the post office, and Neil had stopped by a half dozen times to mail off things to Ann's parent's house. He found him a lot like Marlin; friendly and outgoing, with a self-deprecating sense of humor.
Billie was full of life, and she had a hint of mischief behind her eyes. She was also very attractive, the two of them making a striking couple. It was during the party that Billie allowed her doting husband to share a tale he'd never been allowed to tell before. One where his wife had been the star of a month long 'affair' she had. It just happened that the man she was having sex with was her husband, who was working a different postal route for an injured co-worker... a route that included his own home.
It turned out that Billie had tired of Alfred's stories of how bored housewives would sometimes try to seduce him; in some cases, going so far as to entice him by answering the door naked. Her husband always told her what happened, insisting that he never acted on it, other than to come home and fuck his wife harder than usual. But it was that revelation that gave her an idea.
She took on the role of the housewife that wanted more than just her mail delivered. Having heard his stories so many times, she channeled them, becoming one of the women that aggressively pursued the local mail carrier. And in her case, she didn't take no for an answer. It was some of the best sex of their lives, and it was their indoctrination to role-playing. It was that love of becoming someone else that Billie eventually shared with Ann during some of their many long talks about sex.
Putting all of that together, Neil felt certain that Ann was doing something along those lines. It certainly felt like it, until she hung up on him. Now he wondered if he'd been wrong all along.
Hanging up the phone, he made his way back to the bedroom, flopping onto the mattress. There was no way he was going back to sleep. He was too worked up in so many different ways. At that point he was considering taking a cold shower just so he could get his hard-on to go down.
When the phone rang again ten minutes later, he sat up in a panic. It took until the second ring for him to realize he had to move to answer it, but he was scared to. Realizing he could plug in the phone next to the bed to answer, he took a deep breath.
"Hello?" he said nervously.
Her soft voice seemed louder, a panic coming through the receiver. "This is my fault, Neil!"
"Felicia?"
"Ann's freaking out right now. But I want you to know I was the one that put her up to it. So if you have to blame anyone, blame me."
"Blame? What the hell are you talking about? Why would I blame you for anything? I don't even know what's going on!"
"Yes you do. You're too smart not to have gotten it by now. I just can't believe I wasn't more sensitive about it. About... you?"
"Felicia, I have to be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about right now. Why in the world is Ann freaking out? And what did you put her up to?"
"Pretending to be... me," she sighed.
"Huh?"
"We were talking a couple of weeks ago about how she hated you being on third shift."
"That's nothing new, Felicia. She's hated that since I started working at Armada."
"True. But we were talking specifically about how she just got this new van, and she wanted to... well, you know. Anyway, she was trying to come up with an idea for what she could do, and I playfully suggested she could always do what I do."
"What's that?"
"I screw around on my husband, Neil. You know that."
"Yeah, I know that. I'm still not following you."
"Sure you are. You just need to step back and see the whole picture. Ann wanted to do something daring, like she always does. You know... make a whole production out of it for you. That's who she is. That's what she does. And I said she should pretend she was me."
"Well that doesn't make any sense. Jason knows what you do. He even approves of it."
"Yeah. And that's where things got squirrelly. Ann didn't want to tell you what she was up to, because she never likes to spoil the surprise. And she didn't think there was a way to make it happen
without
telling you. And that's when I brought up a story she told me about your friend Billie, in California."
Neil let out a chuckle, realizing he'd been right. "Okay, this is starting to make more sense now. I actually figured that out yesterday. So what's the problem? Why's Ann freaking out?"
"The premise," she said candidly.
