SLUTBURBIA - Chapter Five - The Competition

Anna creeped up the stairs slowly, careful to be quiet so as not to wake her husband. 

"What the hell, Anna?" Jackson hissed at her from his pillow, "Why is she calling this late?  It's the third time this week."  Crap.  She'd hoped he would fall back asleep while she was downstairs on the phone.  

"Babe, she's just upset," she whispered sweetly, "She and Brandon are having problems again."  

Not a total lie, Anna told herself.  Sarah and Brandon were having problems, but it was mostly because Sarah was spending so much time with Anna.  She'd tried telling her friend that their relationship was just sex and friendship, but Sarah kept insisting she was in love.  As if that weren't enough of a problem, Anna was increasingly worried about how possessive her friend was becoming, too.  She'd already told Sarah a dozen times that they'd have to cool it, the Book Club girls were getting suspicious, but here it was past midnight and she'd just called again to bitch her out over playing tennis with Margarita Harrison that afternoon.  Sarah couldn't stand that she was spending so much time with somebody else, and Anna had to promise her she wouldn't see her again just to get her off the phone.  Sarah really needed to lay off the Ambien.  It made her weird.

And now Jackson was starting to ask too many questions.  She'd have to distract him.  Anna pulled off her robe and slid under the sheet to rub her naked body against his.  She ran her tiny hands over the bulging muscles on his back and pressed her double D's against him eagerly.  They both slept in the nude, a promise they'd made each other when they were first married.  It paid off when she needed to throw him off the interrogation track; an enthusiastic blow job will throw any man off the scent of their wife screwing around.  Well, not really screwing around.  It's not like she'd ever actually had sex with anybody.  Not really.

Jackson would never have to worry about her sleeping with any other men.  Not when she came home every night to that gorgeous, big-hearted, big-dicked doctor that women only read about in romance novels.  She'd loved him the moment she first saw him on campus all those years ago.  Jackson was the famous local college quarterback with a promising career in the NFL, sluts were lining up to make him fall in love.  But he'd only had eyes for Anna, the petite blond with the honey gold hair, the natural breasts and the child-bearing hips.  They'd fallen in love over night, got married the summer after his senior year, and moved into a tiny apartment.  He'd given up the NFL for med school, and Anna had worked long hours at Hooters to pay the bills while he studied.  It was terrible, she hated the perverts who came in demanding she flirt and stroke their egos while delivering their chicken wings.  It paid off though.  Jackson had graduated in the top of his class and halfway through his residency he was offered a coveted position at the local Children's Hospital.  He loved that job.  He was always perfecting some new magic trick or surfing the internet for little surprises to put a smile on some patient's face.  Any woman would kill to have married Jackson, to have him lust after her the way he still lusted after Anna.  She'd never find another man more devoted to her, or a man who looked so damn good naked.  

It was just the occasional romp with another hot housewife that interested her.  He'd indulged her a few times in college, she'd sworn it was just a phase that would pass after they were married and started a family.  But she'd never been able to shake the occasional craving for a woman's soft hands against her flesh, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him.  He'd never understand and she worried it would only hurt his feelings to know that sometimes she needed something he couldn't give her.  So she lied.  Well, she didn't lie.  She just didn't tell him.

Anna ran her hands over the smooth skin and tight muscles in his shoulders.  "Let's not talk about Sarah," she purred, "Roll over and let me put your dick in my mouth."  

He instantly obliged, rolling onto his back and letting out a long exhale.  Anna didn't waste her time using her hands, she inched down his body like a snake, dragging her titties along his chest and stomach, her hot breath against his skin until she reached his already hard dick.  She took her time licking and nibbling his perfectly cut dickhead until he moaned and in one swift move she took the entire shaft down her throat.  She sucked it slowly at first and then picked up the tempo until he said he was about to cum, and she purposefully let it slip out of her mouth.  

"Oh fuck, baby," Jackson breathed hoarsely, "You're so good."  She was already wet, his dick responding the way it did was such a turn on.  He reached down to play with her nipples, and her clit started to throb.  God, how she loved him.  Anna ran her hands up his chest to his hard nipples as she sucked and nibbled on his balls, then licked up his shaft until she circled the head with her tongue.  

"I can't take it," he growled, "Bend over."  He went to his knees in a matter of seconds and wrapped a strong arm under Anna's waist, pulling her hips up to meet his.  She loved when he did that, took over like a caveman, unable to control his attraction to her.  The feeling of his rocked cock driving into her pussy for the first time that night was too much and she screamed with pleasure.  She reached back to finger her clit and her excitement built as he drove his dick harder and harder into her.  

"Make yourself cum, baby," he ordered, "Let me feel it."  She rubbed her clit harder and felt his dick pulsing inside of her, then collapsed as the orgasm rushed over her.  Jackson held her steady at the waist as he pumped harder, driving his cock into her as far as he could, until her moans finally pushed him over the edge and she felt him cum inside of her.  He pulled out slowly and she turned around, putting his dick back into her warm mouth, working him slowly from the tip to the base until he shuddered and pushed her away gently.

They lay on the bed, their breathing short and labored until Jackson reached over and stroked her hair and whispered his nightly, "I love you, sugar."  

"I love you, too," she said as she threw her arm over his chest, listening to his breathing slow until he fell asleep.

Mission accomplished, she thought.  She loved him more than anything in this world, and she'd do anything for him, she'd proved it over and over.  She cradled him protectively, overwhelmed by how lucky she was to have such a man to love her so completely.  If she could just get Sarah to back off, life would be perfect.

***

Anna was late getting to the club, she'd been distracted by that shirtless biker she kept seeing drive through the neighborhood.  Every morning, like clockwork, she'd hear the rumble of his bike and she'd peek through the blinds to watch him drive slowly past her house.  His motorcycle was too loud.  And what was with those tattoos?  He looked dirty, like he didn't belong there.  Who drives around without a shirt on?  She'd raced out the door early, hoping to follow him discreetly to see where he was going, but he'd lost her when he'd pulled out in front of oncoming traffic, not caring that he was supposed to yield.  Who does that?  

Ordinarily she could count on somebody to call her up in a panic over the slightest homeowner infraction.  Leaving your garage door open or failing to cut the grass were just causes for rioting in this town.  Just last week, Louise had called in a rage because the old lady next door was always leaving her garbage can on the street days after the trash had been picked up.  It was surprising that nobody had mentioned the shirtless inked up biker polluting their perfectly landscaped streets.  Anna made a mental note to get online later and see who'd bought houses in the neighborhood recently.

In the meantime, she was late for her doubles match with Margarita.  Margarita was the new tennis instructor at the club, and if Anna had anything to say about it, she was going to be her new best friend, too.  She was the only other woman Anna knew who didn't have any kids.  Well, except for Juanita, but Juanita was more of an acquaintance, she was Louise's friend.  Anna hadn't really liked Juanita, she tried too hard to fit in, but she never smiled.  When she'd mentioned having worked at Hooters, Juanita looked like she was going to choke on her crab cake.  It was like she had a superiority complex.  And her husband was an asshole.  She hadn't told anybody, but Tony had tried to slip his hand up her skirt a few weeks back.  They'd been at Louise's birthday party and he'd followed her into the kitchen pretending to look for Juanita.  Anna laughed out loud remembering his face when she'd pull the knife from the block and threatened to cut his dick off.  Idiot.  

Juanita was an idiot, too.  Her Book Club was a joke, Anna was the only person who ever read the books.  That was another reason she'd like Margarita so much.  Margarita was smart, she appreciated all of Anna's references to literature and current events.  It was nice to talk to somebody whose conversations weren't limited to sex and pop culture.  Margarita had been around the world, she'd seen things, she was witty.  And educated.  Anna was drawn to smart people.  She tried to tell herself that's all it was, but walking onto the court that morning, seeing her new friend practicing her serve on the court, Anna had to admit part of the attraction was that Margarita looked like Helena Christianson, but with tennis legs.

She wasn't tall, only a few inches taller than Anna, maybe 5'7", but her tanned skin and her chiseled legs were perfect.  Her eyes were blue ice just below her straight dark bangs, and her long ponytail swished back and forth when she jumped to serve the ball.  Anna wondered what her breasts would look like when she pulled off that tight sports bra.  She shook away the thought, desperate to get back to normalcy with Jackson.  He was being honored at the gala later by the county's Medical Society.  He'd raised more than half a million dollars for the new cancer wing at the hospital, and he deserved her full attention today.  She needed to focus on her backhand, get through the match and go home to start getting ready for the awards banquet.  

The game was over too quickly though, and Anna found herself disappointed when Margarita told her she had another appointment.  She wasn't ready for the morning to be over.

"Maybe we can have lunch?" she asked, putting her racket into her bag.

"Totally!" Margarita said excitedly, "I'll be done around noon, wanna meet in the lounge?"

"Sure," Anna said, trying to sound casual, "See you in a bit."  

Margarita skipped off to the next court, her ponytail bouncing back and forth.  Anna made her way to the locker room, cursing herself for being so conflicted.  Why couldn't she just get in her car and go home?  It's just lunch, she told herself.  She was wondering what to do with herself for the next hour and a half when Margarita called after her, "Hey!  They have an extra, wanna join us?"

Anna's heart thumped excitedly and she turned to join them for another match.

***

The workout was exactly what Anna needed, she'd been able to focus on the game and she'd stopped wondering what Margarita's fingers would feel like inside of her.  They chatted easily as they made their way into the empty locker room.  Anna threw her bag on the bench and walked to the mirror to see how bad her make-up looked.  She felt a rush of nerves, watching in the mirror as Margarita walked up behind her.  She reached down and stretched Anna's hands up in the air, then took her shirt off and cupped her large breasts with her tiny hands.

"I know what you want," Margarita whispered in her ear.  Anna's face went red and her panties flooded.  Had she been so transparent?  How could she possibly know?  Anna hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, but Margarita was right.  She wanted to feel her hands on her, to smell her skin, to taste her.  But she couldn't get involved with somebody else, especially not when she was still trying to get rid of Sarah.  And more importantly, Jackson deserved better.  She laughed and turned to Margarita, putting her hands gently to her face.

"I do want it," Anna said and kissed her softly on the mouth, "But it's not a good time, maybe we can revisit it later?"  Margarita put one hand on Anna's breast and another inside her skirt, slipping a single finger under the tight elastic until it found the wet spot it sought.  She licked Anna's neck until she reached her ear.  It was heaven, Anna needed to stop her.

"Are you sure?" Margarita asked softly, stroking Anna's wet slit under her skirt.  Anna felt her legs weaken and moved to grab Margarita's wrists, worried that she would lose her resolve to put an end to it.  Whatever it was.

"I'm sure," Anna said seriously, "You are so hot, Margarita, I really like you, but I've got to be careful.  Another time."

Margarita laughed throatily and reached down to hand Anna her shirt back, "Suit yourself, girlfriend.  I'll be here when you're ready."

They freshened up for lunch and walked towards the lounge, Anna laughing at a story Margarita was telling.  This girl was funny.  But then she choked herself silent as she looked over and saw Sarah watching her.  Her white hair was unmistakable, she stood stoic on the far side of the catwalk near the club lounge.  Her face was angry.  And hurt.  

Dang it, Anna thought.  She was supposed to be at work, why was she at the club?  She knew she'd have to say something to her, she smiled and waved as she approached, pretending to listen to rest of Margarita's story, but then Sarah flipped her the bird and turned to leave.  Anna was stunned.

"What was that about?" Margarita asked incredulously.  

"I have no idea," Anna lied, "Maybe she forgot her Prozac this morning."

Crap.

***

Anna took a few blocks in the neighborhood before heading home, but the shirtless biker was nowhere to be seen.  She drove by Juanita's to see if he'd moved into the house next door, the nice couple who lived there had moved out unexpectedly the month before, and she remembered seeing a moving van when she'd gone to the Book Club a few weeks before.  She parked in front of Juanita's and pulled out her cell phone, pretending to do some texting before she went up to knock on Juanita's door.  She didn't really want to knock on Juanita's door at all, but she needed an excuse to check out the new neighbors who appeared not to be home.  The girl who lived across the street was home though.  Jenny.  Ugh.  Didn't she have a job?  What was she doing home this time of the day?  She watched as Jenny walked across the street to the new family's house, she was carrying a casserole or something.  

Poor Jenny.  Anna tried to befriend her when she first moved in, but she was just so rude.  It was like she'd been treated badly for so long, she didn't know how to let people be nice to her.  But here she was taking this family a casserole?  Maybe I judged her too quickly, Anna decided.  She'd have to try and be nicer to her.  Maybe she'd invite her to the Book Club.

Jenny rang the doorbell and a smoking hot guy answered.  Definitely not the inked up biker.  They exchanged a few words and Jenny stepped inside.  Anna thought about ringing Juanita's doorbell so she could stick around and see what happened, but decided she'd just go home instead.  Nothing was worth listening to Juanita drone on about how hard it was to be alone all the time while Tony was gone.  As if Anna hadn't seen right through her, everybody knew Juanita was screwing around.

She turned for home, it was best just to spend some time relaxing before she got ready for the banquet.  Anna drove the few blocks to her house and turned down her street, slowing as she approached the house.  Holy CRAP.  Was that Sarah parked down the street?

We're in full blown stalker mode now, Anna thought.  Just great.

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