Shared Wife Annabelle
(Nature’s Game)
FULL SERVICE: Book 1
Matt Coolomon
Adults Only
High level erotic content
Copyright © 2017 Matt Coolomon
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.
Shared Wife Annabelle is a stand-alone 84,000 word novel.
Please enjoy,
Matt Coolomon
Chapter 1
Annabelle stands nude in front of her bedroom mirror, her straight dark hair wet from her shower, her arms by her sides, her young slender body milky white after being covered from neck to ankles all winter. At 26 her breasts are sadly underdeveloped, although her mother and sister are seriously flat-chested as well. Annabelle’s hips are more like it. There’s a bit of shape there, and her bottom is firm but feminine also. She has turned sideways to check it out – giving herself a pinch then turning front-on to the mirror again. Her legs are slender and toned – her womanly hips create a nice broad thigh gap, which she thinks is her best feature. Her bikini bottoms look great – she just wishes she had some boobs to fill out a bikini top. She cups her little globes, her soft dark nipples tightening as she pinches them.
“Hey, baby,” her husband Luke says from the bedroom doorway.
He’s smiling there. Annabelle covers her breasts with an arm and glares at him in the mirror. His gaze lowers to her crotch so she covers her trimmed little bush as well.
“Don’t mind me,” Luke says and takes a bite of a piece of toast.
Annabelle grabs her robe from the bed and quickly slips it on. “I might take swimmers and do some sunbathing. Do you know what the weather forecast is?”
“Yep – sunny and hot enough to swim. I’ll grab mine too.” Luke opens a drawer and finds his board shorts, adding them to a folded pile of clothes on the bed.
“Is that everything?” Annabelle checks with him. They’re heading away for a weekend at her parents’ house in the country.
“Yeah, we won’t be going out, will we?”
“I don’t think so. Unless we’re stopping anywhere special on the way.”
Luke tries another smile. “Can we? Can we take a detour and arrive late – maybe leave early?”
Annabelle leans into her husband’s cuddle. “No! We have to have a proper visit. How long has it been since we stayed a whole weekend?”
“Yeah, I know, baby. I’m just kidding around. I want to see your folks too.”
“Ha! Doubt that,” Annabelle challenges. “But maybe I could make it worth your while.”
“Oh yeah? Like – at your parents’ house? That could be fun.”
“Um no. What about when we get back?”
“Aw come on, baby. The bed doesn’t squeak that much. Plus we’re using condoms, so less wet spot to worry about leaving on your mother’s crisp white sheets.”
“Luke!” Annabelle scolds, but he’s chuckling and she has to giggle along at his crudity. He always plays up to her strictly conservative nature. Or upbringing at least. Annabelle has reason to wonder lately if her conservatism is truly nature rather than just parent conditioning.
When Luke returns to his breakfast in the kitchen she opens her robe to the mirror and checks her body again. She fluffs her little bush, contemplating whether she might trim a bit more and perhaps shave some of it off completely.
Chapter 2
Annabelle yawns and stretches. They are an hour into the drive to her parents’ house. The city suburbs have been swept away and the open highway is quiet. It has been a cool spring morning but it’s warming up now. She pulls off her knitted jumper and tosses it in back. She then rolls her head around to stretch her neck, feeling the gaze of her husband.
Annabelle stretches her arms forward and scrunches her shoulders, her loose-fitting tank top gaping and her bra cups moving away from her breasts. Her husband cranes his neck to get a better look. Annabelle yawns again and keeps her head turned a little, letting him.
She waits a long moment then glances down at herself and up at him. Her cheeks heat and she bites her lower lip, checking again then folding her arms.
“Wow,” Luke comments, his eyebrows waggling.
Annabelle can’t help her smile as she shakes her head and looks away again. She waits another moment then tugs at her clothing. “Is this top okay?”
“Hell yes, it’s hot.”
“But not too revealing?” Annabelle plucks at the white lace neckline. The top is pale yellow. Her ¾ cup bra is light pink and also lacy. She has on the matching panties beneath her shorts.
“I could see your boob a minute ago,” Luke says with a playful smile.
Annabelle plucks at her top again. “That’s because I can’t fill out my bra properly.”
“And that’s a different kind of top, is it, baby? Is that new?”
“Yes, I don’t usually buy low cut like this – for obvious reasons.”
“I like it,” Luke says evenly. “Looks pretty on you.”
Annabelle smiles. “Thanks.” She tugs at the sides beneath her arms – the cut quite low there as well and showing more of her bra. “Is it too revealing though? It feels really different.”
Luke looks again. He nods. “Yeah, it’s easy to see your nipple, baby. Even just sitting up straight like that I can see it.”
“Oh okay. I’ll have to keep my jumper on then.” Annabelle reaches back for her jumper.
Luke chuckles. “No rush, baby. No one can see.”
Annabelle pulls on her jumper and gives her husband a teasing look. “I actually bought two of these tops. I thought they would be nice to wear for a change…. Unless I used a different bra.”
Luke doesn’t respond. He drives on quietly for a while before glancing across. “That’s actually pretty sexy. Looks fantastic!”
Annabelle glances and shrugs. “Thanks,” she says again.
“Were you trying for extra sexy?”
Annabelle doesn’t answer.
Her husband closes his hand over hers and squeezes. “Were you, baby?”
Annabelle shrugs without turning from her window. “I guess.”
Luke swallows. “That’s good…. That’s a good thing.”
“Really?” Annabelle looks to him.
“Sure! Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?”
Annabelle sniffs. “You didn’t seem too pleased.”
“I am pleased.” Luke chuckles. “As Brock would no doubt be!”
Brock is Annabelle’s step brother. He’s a very immature 18 and has eyes all over Annabelle whenever she visits these days. His father married Annabelle’s mother when Annabelle was 14. Her natural father lives interstate and never calls.
Annabelle huffs a breath. “I was going to put my jumper back on when we got there anyway. I just thought – for the drive….”
“Hey absolutely! I didn’t mean you needed to cover up right now, baby. It’s great. You look hot.”
Annabelle smiles through a blush this time. She looks squarely at her husband while gathering the bottom of her jumper. “And what about when we stop for lunch – will I need to cover up for that?”
Luke glances from the road, his face blank. He glances again and Annabelle lifts off her jumper, pushing it onto the floor at her feet.
“I’m just trying to look a bit nicer, Luke. Instead of so plain and boring all the time.”
Luke swallows harde
r this time. “But did you want to stop at the truck stop for lunch again? Like – to actually go inside to eat?”
“Well, that’s where we always stop, isn’t it? And we always eat inside. Unless we use one of the tables under that big old tree. That would be nice for a change.”
Luke cranes his neck to look at Annabelle again. “It’s just that that diner’s always full of truckers, baby. And that top is super revealing.”
Annabelle nods and remains quiet for another moment. She then shrugs a little. “Is that so terrible? I wouldn’t mind if men were looking a bit.” She turns in her seat and leans across to squeeze her husband’s crotch. He’s semi-firm. “Isn’t it kind of exciting – just a little bit?”
Luke sucks in a breath and tenses. He glances into Annabelle’s eyes. His cock firms as she squeezes and feels it. He swallows hard again. His eyes bulge as he looks at her exposed breasts then back up at her. “This is surprising, baby. I had no idea you um….”
“Me either. But I’ve been thinking lately and – I don’t know – just to try and be a bit more sexy.” Annabelle stops massaging and trails her fingers from her husband’s full erection. “I’ve always been embarrassed about how small my breasts are…. I just wanted to try and turn that around into something positive from now on.”
Luke expels hard. “They’re perfect, baby. They’re not that small. Plenty of chicks are smaller.”
“Yes – chicks! Young girls!”
“No, and women too. You’re not exactly flat-chested, baby. Some women are completely flat. Yours are just small, but you’ve definitely got some boobs down there.” Luke is craning for another look. “And great nipples,” he adds with another warm smile.
Annabelle returns that smile and squeezes her husband’s hand in both of hers. “I’m glad you like them,” she says sincerely, warmed as always by his genuine appreciation of her. She rolls eyes down to his crotch. “Sorry. Is he okay? He felt pretty excited.”
Luke chuckles. “Can we skip the visit and just get a motel?”
Annabelle giggles. “You wish.”
“You bet I do. Your mum was scowling at me an awful lot last time. Hope she’s in a better mood tonight.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. She loves you deep down.”
They share a laugh and chat about the usual issue with Annabelle’s mother – pressure to produce a grandchild for her. She’s highly motivated and always on about it. Although Annabelle has been thinking about it a lot lately of her own accord. Her job is only casual and there are government hand-outs and subsidies for new parents that would better than replace her income. Also she has girlfriends that have recently started families and she’s feeling left out. She hasn’t seriously broached the subject with Luke yet and doesn’t do so with this chat.
The conversation ends and Annabelle closes her eyes in the sun. She’s still thinking about her girlfriends and their babies. She has reclined in her seat and tucked up her legs, but turns to her husband and looks at him. “I almost like the idea actually.”
Luke glances. “Which idea?”
“The baby idea.”
Luke does a double take, his jaw sagging. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, why not? I’ve heard it’s a great way to make your boobs grow.”
Luke returns a smile but he’s frowning in question. “So – not seriously then?”
Annabelle shrugs. “About fifty percent. Maybe sixty.”
“Sixty! That’s getting up there, baby.”
Annabelle bites a grin. “So? Would you still call me baby if we had a baby?”
Luke does another double take – slower this time. He gives a little nod. “Yeah, I’d still call you baby.”
Annabelle blushes. Her belly is suddenly tingling. “So, let’s think about it for real?”
“Okay,” her husband answers mildly. “Let’s think about making a baby.”
Annabelle rests there staring at her husband for ages before her eyelids eventually get the better of her. She dozes on and off for a couple of hours, turning one way then the other to try and get comfortable. The idea of starting a family stays with her and has her feeling particularly sexy when she finally wakes properly and sits up.
Luke veers from the highway toward their regular truck stop café. He drives to a parking area quite close to a sprawling shade tree with picnic benches beneath it. There are three benches, two vacant and the other is occupied by a heavily-set man with a trimmed grey beard, reading a newspaper. The café is also a bit quieter than usual, with only four semi-trailers in the truck parking area.
Annabelle is plucking at her top, straightening it and checking how it sits just covering her bra cups, which are contoured – holding their shape and gaping away from her breasts when she moves in certain ways. Luke is watching her. She does a little grimace and looks to him. “Should I get changed? I need the bathroom anyway.”
Luke checks around over his shoulder. He turns back, his gaze dropping to Annabelle’s chest then lifting again. “That top and bra show your breasts really easily, baby. Any guy who walks past where we sit will get an eyeful.”
Annabelle bites down on her lip and waits a few seconds. She can feel her cheeks have reddened. “You didn’t answer my question though. Do you mean you do want me to get changed or not?”
Luke’s face has reddened as well. “I don’t know for sure…. Maybe not.” He breaks eye contact to check around over his shoulder again. “Do you mean to just go to the bathroom then come back and sit right here at the bench? And for me to go into the café to get our lunch?”
Annabelle nods and glances at the picnic benches. “And maybe just to sit so that man can see me…?”
“So he can see you?” Luke gulps. “You mean…?”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle utters and glances down at herself then back up. “I want to let a man see me like this – dressed like this…. To look down my top.”
“Aw fuck,” Luke groans and wildly checks around again. He’s covering his crotch with a hand. “But why, baby? What’s going on with this all of a sudden?”
Annabelle is looking at his crotch. She peers up from there and just holds her husband’s confused gaze. She swallows at the dryness of her mouth. “I’ve been reading stories online. Erotic ones about teasing and experimenting with sex games and that.”
“Oh shit! Seriously? Like with stuff like this? Like flashing and that?”
“I don’t know – I guess you could say it’s flashing.” Annabelle pokes the back of her husband’s hand, grinning up from there again. “More like showing than flashing – sort of like exhibitionism but not full-on – just subtle and teasingly.”
Luke gulps hard and checks around once more, less urgently this time. “But why, baby? You’ve never said anything. Is there something wrong with us together in that way?”
Annabelle pries her husband’s fingers from covering his package. She touches the hardness of his cock through his pants. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong, Luke. It looks like everything is just fine to me.”
“Yeah, well that’s um….” Luke gulps hard again.
“This is exactly how I feel,” Annabelle says, peering up then looking back down at where she’s now squeezing her husband’s flexing shaft.
“That’s because I’ve been looking at your tits all morning, baby.”
Annabelle nods slowly. “And not because you want that man there to have a look at them?”
A car pulls in on Annabelle’s side so she stops stroking her husband and sits up. It’s a guy about their age driving. He gets out of his car and stretches. Annabelle sits still. Her window is halfway down. The guy is just standing there but she’s too scared to look up at him. She rolls her eyes sideways to Luke, her heart thumping. She looks down to see her top and bra gaping well clear of her breasts and both little globes and nipples on display.
Annabelle dares to lift her head and look up. The guy is standing there staring down at her as he winds his long dark hair into a ponyt
ail. He’s looking right at her tits and wearing a light smile. His eyes flash to hers then back to her display. Annabelle crushes her husband’s fingers and grips her seat with her other hand. Her body is stiff, her shoulders inadvertently scrunching and making her clothing gape even more as she looks down at herself again.
“Hey….” the guy says, his voice deep and casual.
Annabelle looks up at him again. She can’t verbalise a response. She follows his gaze down to her tits again then peers back up.
The guy bends down and nods across to Luke. “Hey, man….” he offers, then he resumes looking at Annabelle’s tits. He stays bent over and tilts his head, examining them. “That’s so fucking hot,” he offers warmly yet still quite casually. “Do you mind if I…?”
“No, man! No touching,” Luke answers hoarsely, gulping hard again.
Annabelle is in a complete daze as she peers from her husband to the total stranger standing there ogling her. She scrunches her shoulders deliberately and checks how much she’s showing. Luke starts the car. Her window is winding up. The guy stands and steps back, and Luke reverses out of the parking spot and drives for the truck stop exit while Annabelle covers her chest tight with her arms, her heart still pounding her excitement.
*
Annabelle is first to say something but not until they’re back on the highway and motoring along. She hasn’t even looked at Luke yet but does so. “That wasn’t what I was expecting to happen.”
Luke nods, his jaw stiff. He doesn’t look at Annabelle.
“I’m sorry,” she utters softly, beginning to tear up now.
Luke reefs the steering wheel and pulls off the road, spraying gravel as the car skids to a halt. He lurches across and pulls Annabelle into his arms, groping for her mouth with his. She’s stunned. His tongue forces her lips open and delves into her. He’s crushing one of her tits in his hand. He pushes her shoulder strap away and bares that breast, covering it with his calloused hand again. He massages it firmly while continuing to take her mouth in a wet kiss. Her head is spinning, her mouth open. She’s clinging to his arm but releases it as he moves that hand down over her belly and cups her crotch.
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