“Oh yeah definitely. There’s no way I’d ever want this to go further than just looking and teasing. That was hard enough to watch with that first guy, and there’s no way I was waiting for him to try and actually touch you.”
“Good,” Annabelle agrees firmly. “I like the idea of them looking at me and a little bit of flirty talk or whatever, but I only want to fantasize about anything more than that…. Fantasies are safe. The safest sex there is.”
“Yeah, and the guy gets to fantasize too, so all’s fair in that.”
“Mmm….” Annabelle peers smiling from where she has legs tucked up sideways in her seat. “I like the thought of a guy with a really huge one fantasizing about fucking me with it.”
Luke looks at her legs then up to meet her eyes. She checks her legs too. He squeezes one, feeling down her inner thigh. She holds his wrist as he rubs further and touches the crotch of her panties. They’re damp. He pulls the elastic edge aside and his fingers slice into her. He swallows hard and glances at her face. She squirms her thighs together, crossing them and pushing against his arm.
“When we get to this bar, would you like to walk in separately – maybe to sit at the bar alone?” Luke asks.
Annabelle shakes her head. “You have to stay with me or I’ll chicken out.”
“Okay – so we’ll just have a couple of drinks at the bar and show off your legs a little bit?”
Annabelle nods to that suggestion. “Sometimes it’s hard to sit on a stool in a short dress.”
“Okay – that’s good. And that dress is pretty short.”
“I can make it shorter. It’s easy to gather it at my waist. It actually rides up all the time and I have to pull it down, so it’s easy to just leave it.”
Luke nods, looking his wife over. She settles to gazing out the window and he drives through the city in silence. The bar he has picked out is one he went to a few times when working over this side of town the previous year. It’s not far from the beach, so the dress standard is quite relaxed through the day.
Chapter 6
“Here we are, baby. You ready?”
Annabelle’s brain is numb. She clings to her husband’s hand as she is led along a busy sidewalk and into a bar crowded with people eating and drinking. Luke takes her through to a back room that’s a bit quieter. There are vacant stools along the bar and some high top round tables with men standing and watching the horse racing on a big screen. There are a couple of other women in the room but it’s mostly men. Annabelle feels eyes all over her and peers around to catch a few glances. Luke pulls out a stool for her and she sits up beside him, still clinging to his hand.
“Light beer and a chardonnay, please?” Luke asks the barman. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Annabelle answers and meets his smile. He checks her legs and she does too. She has forgotten to pull her dress down and it’s bunched at her waist a little. Her legs are angled toward the bar.
“It’s not like anything much will happen here anyway, baby. I say we just sit for a while and maybe even drive over to the beach for a walk later. What do you think?”
“That would be nice. It was actually really busy in the other part of the bar, but it’s nicer in here.”
“Yeah, I’ve never been here on a weekend before. It’s much quieter on a work day.”
A fat bald man bellies up to the bar behind Annabelle and waves to the barman. Annabelle glances back at him over her shoulder and feels her face heat as she meets his eyes. He leans there facing her until the barman serves his beer, then he returns to his table without looking back.
Annabelle holds her husband’s gaze but his eyes lift over her shoulder. Another man leans close behind her – the beer taps right there. She glances at him. He’s maybe 40 or so and is quite tall. His hairy arm resting on the bar is muscular and darkly tanned. His strong scent fills Annabelle’s head and she rubs her neck. Luke’s knee presses against hers and she shifts a little to angle her legs away from the bar and toward some of the men at the standing tables.
The man has been served and has moved along. Luke leans close to whisper. “He checked out your tits….”
Annabelle looks down at her chest and plucks at her dress a little. Luke checks around but quickly averts his gaze from two guys standing at one of the tables and facing Annabelle. She connects with a glance from one of them and he smiles. She can’t help a tiny grin before looking away. He’s maybe 30 and blond – a powerfully built man but not so tall.
“Are they still looking?” Luke asks.
“Yes. Mostly just the shorter one.”
Luke leans closer. “Do you want to open your knees a little bit?”
“Um – no. I’m too scared to.”
“Okay…. There’s a small gap anyway, so they might be able to see.”
Annabelle can’t help glancing again and sees a third man has joined the group chatting and half watching the big screen. This man is taller and just as well built as the other one. He has messy dark hair and one arm fully tattooed. He leaves the table and walks toward Annabelle at the bar. She quickly lowers her gaze from him but can feel his eyes. He approaches on the other side of her, between her and Luke, and he leans through, motioning to the barman. He nods and gives Annabelle a smile. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Annabelle responds softly – her heart thumping and her skin tingling.
The barman approaches and takes the man’s beer order, pouring it and placing it on the bar.
“Oh hey, man,” the guy says apologetically to Luke. Luke nods and averts his eyes. The guy is putting his wallet away and taking a slow tour of Annabelle’s body. He looks at her face and does a quick wink. She just stares back at him and holds his eyes as he reaches across her to get a drink coaster from a stand on the bar. His leg presses against Annabelle’s knee but moves away when he stands with his beer in hand. He looks down her body again and tilts a little when checking out her legs – just for an instant though, then he turns and walks away.
“Fuck….” Luke says immediately.
Annabelle takes a breath – her first in a while, it seems. The three men cheer loudly along with others in the bar. There’s a horse race on the screen – the final stage and finishing post. Annabelle looks around to see no other men looking at her. The dark-haired one is now laughing and chatting with his friends – facing away from her.
Luke’s brows rise as she looks to him. She grimaces and he nods, motioning to the group of three men. Annabelle checks herself. She has a heel hooked on a rung of the stool she’s sitting on, her other ankle crossed behind that one and her knees an inch apart. She’s feeling her thigh gap more acutely than usual and meets her husband’s gaze as he looks up from her legs as well. He glances down again and Annabelle relaxes her knees open another inch or so. Her dress is stretched taut across her upper thighs where there is now a broad space.
Luke swallows hard, his cheeks flushed a little. He scares Annabelle by standing and walking away, but he just grabs a betting card from a stand and returns immediately – his gaze upon her legs as he walks back toward her. He nods. “Can see them easily, baby. That’s so sexy….”
Another man stops by the stand with the betting cards and uses the counter there to fill one out. He’s an older man, maybe in his 50s. His gaze settles on Annabelle’s thighs and he just rests there on an elbow while watching the screen and continually glancing at her. Annabelle waits nervously for a few minutes before pressing her knees together and tugging at her hem.
Minutes pass with Annabelle in a daze filled with the sound of the men talking and cheering their horses on. Luke is just sipping his beer and gazing around. The older man has moved on and Annabelle relaxes her legs again, allowing her knees to stray apart. She catches a glance from the dark-haired man but quickly averts her gaze. She can feel him looking at her and dares to glance again, his eyes catching hers this time before flashing to her legs then back up. She feels her blush rise. He gives a tiny wink and tilts his head, his gaze lo
When the man’s eyes lift again they meet with Luke’s. Annabelle looks at her husband’s face. It’s pale and expressionless. His gaze lowers and Annabelle see’s that the other man is still looking at him. Then he looks at Annabelle again and is grinning a little. He stands and approaches with an empty beer glass, leaning between Annabelle and Luke to place it on the bar.
“That’s a great dress,” he says, looking Annabelle over.
Annabelle chews her lip.
The man looks at Luke. “Hey, man – how’s it going?”
“Yeah, good,” Luke replies.
The man leans on the bar with both arms and motions to the barman. He looks at Annabelle. “So what’s your name, sweetheart? I’m Gary.”
“I’m Annabelle…. Hi….”
“So are you local, Annabelle? Haven’t seen you here before that’s for sure.” He leans back and has another look from Annabelle’s legs to her chest.
“No, we’re not local. We just came to the beach,” Annabelle answers and sucks in a breath.
“Yeah, cool…. And are you going to be around later? There’s a pretty good band playing tonight.”
“No – we’re just here for a quick drink,” Luke answers and he steps from the far side of the guy and walks around to press behind Annabelle, making her smile back at him.
The guy chuckles. “Sure. Fair enough…. Too bad though. We seriously rock the joint.”
“We? You mean you do?” Annabelle asks.
“Yeah, I’m on drums and that’s lead guitar and base and vocals,” he says, motioning to his friends as he picks up the beer the barman has served him. “You on tonight, Vic?” he asks the barman.
“Yeah, Gary – can’t wait, man.”
“Did you bring your guitar?”
The barman chuckles and Gary turns away, glancing at Luke then taking another slow tour of Annabelle’s body. “I’ll just be over here then…. Come have a drink with us – or tonight if you like.” He tilts his head and has a look up Annabelle’s dress. She presses her knees together as Luke squeezes her shoulders. The guy winks to Luke and walks away.
Annabelle snuggles back against her husband’s cheek. He expels a breath then peers across at the table of men. “The other two are trying to get another look now….” He kisses her hair and whispers, “Just let them okay, baby? Best if we just play along and let them have what they want.”
“Really?” Annabelle utters, feeling her blush rise to heat her neck.
Luke swallows hard. “Yeah, that guy Gary is looking again now…. Best if we don’t try and deny him completely…. Just part your knees a little bit so he can see, okay?”
“But, Luke….” Annabelle protests under her breath.
“I know, baby. He’s a big dude though – and that other one as well…. Maybe you should go and have that drink with them and I’ll wait here?”
“No! There’s no way I’m going over there!”
Luke sucks in another big breath. “Yeah, okay. So, do you want to just go?”
“Yes! This is crazy…. It’s like every guy here can read my mind.”
“I know…. It’s more intense than I thought it would be,” Luke says. “Come on let’s just go to the beach.” He takes Annabelle’s hand and leads her the long way around the bar, avoiding the table of men watching with heads lifted and huge smiles.
Annabelle can’t help peering back at them as she follows her husband between other men who all seem to stop talking and look at her as well. Once out on the street they walk along the front of the bar and Annabelle looks up to a smoking area and sees the guy Gary leaning on a rail looking at her. He waves and she bites down on her smile, peering back over her shoulder. They are parked along a bit and across the street. He’s still watching when they get to their car.
“Should we leave the car and walk? It’s only a block and there probably isn’t going to be parking at the beach.” Luke says.
“Okay let’s just walk,” Annabelle agrees and after grabbing their always-ready beach bag from the boot of the car they stroll off toward the beach.
“That guy really wanted you, baby. That was crazy!” Luke says, huffing a breath.
Annabelle checks back to the bar but the guy has gone.
“What?” Luke asks, looking back too.
“No – nothing. He was just in the outdoor section watching us, but he’s gone now.”
“Oh okay. He might have gone out for a smoke.” Luke checks back again. “I don’t think he was inviting me for a drink or to hang with them tonight. I think that was just meant for you…. He was flat out hitting on you.”
“I know…. Just the way he was looking at me was enough.”
“Yeah, that was a pretty good view up your skirt, baby. Those guys were looking directly up it from where they were sitting.”
“I know, but I only opened my legs a little bit for them.”
Luke nods. “It was pretty intense for me, but I’m glad you showed them…. I almost want to go back, but it wouldn’t be a good idea with those guys. It was just good that there was so many other people around.”
Annabelle cuddles an arm and leans close. “I think I’m really wet again.”
“Yeah? Because of that guy?”
“Uh huh…. He was kind of scary but exciting too…. I can’t help imagining what would happen if I did go back tonight – without you.”
“What?” Luke asks glaring. “You mean just in fantasy?”
“Yes! Of course! There’s no way in the world I’d go back there without you…. But just imagine!”
“Oh yeah, I imagine you being taken backstage and fucked by all three of them, and probably the barman as well.”
Annabelle giggles. “Um yes – that’s what I imagine too.”
“And I’m sure that’s what they’re all imagining too, baby…. I’m sure that’s what they’ll all be thinking about next time they stroke off too.”
“Mmm – I hope so.”
Luke chuckles. “Yeah, me too.”
“What – do you mean you’ll be imaging that next time or that you hope they will be?”
“Um – both,” Luke confesses. “That’s one hell of a hot fantasy, baby. I could certainly make use of it.”
“Oh really? Scumbag! You’re going to fantasize about all those men with me!”
“Hell yes!” Luke teases and grabs Annabelle’s ribs, making her squeal and push away from him.
She crosses a road ahead of him and keeps walking until he catches up at the sand trail to the beach. They hold hands and walk a mile along the wet sand, stopping regularly to cuddle and kiss. Upon returning to the car, Annabelle finds a business card wedged into the window seal on her side. She’s reading it when she sits in the car.
“What’s that?” Luke asks.
She gives it to him.
“Gary Bainbridge – musician – pubs, clubs & private events.” Luke checks around.
“I think he saw us stop here at the car before,” Annabelle suggests.
“Oh right….” Luke starts the car and pulls out into the street. He’s still holding the card and takes a while to say anything more. He finally glances at it again and gives it back to Annabelle. “I’m not sure we should just throw it away, baby. Maybe hang onto it for a while?”
Annabelle is looking at the card – at the phone number and website address on the bottom. “I wonder if there are clips online we could have a look at. I’m curious about what kind of band they are.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Luke agrees. “Or maybe go and watch them play sometime…. Although he’s obviously still hitting on you, baby.”
Annabelle feels her neck and face heat. “I know, but he must have realized we’re married, or together at least.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he was too concerned about that – or about me.” Luke covers Annabelle’s hand and squeezes warmly. “He already dealt with me back there at the bar, and after he’d pretty much pushed ne aside I walked around him to cuddle you like that.”
“Yes, I liked that,” Annabelle tells her husband. “I liked the way you kind of stood up to him in the end.”
“Yeah, that worked in a crowded bar, baby. In our nature scenario it would have been a different story.”
“Hmm – I guess….” Annabelle says, and she powers her window down a bit and flicks the card out. “Might not have worked in nature but it worked just fine for me.”
Luke chuckles. “Really? Do you mean I won?”
“Yes and I’m the prize. So what are you going to do with me?”
“Take you home and fuck you,” Luke answers flatly.
Annabelle just keeps looking at the road ahead. “Good….”
Chapter 7
Annabelle wakes on Sunday morning quite sore from all the sex with her husband through the night. They usually only ever do it once. They ended up grinding against each other on three separate occasions into the early hours – the last time for over an hour before Luke finally ejaculated.
Annabelle leaves her husband sleeping and gets in the shower. She shaves her legs and dares herself to swipe the razor through her little bush. She thinks about it but chickens out and just does her pussy lips and reshapes her wiry little patch of fur, narrowing it and giving a closer trim as well.
The sunny forecast turns out to be wrong and rain sets in for the day. Luke has jobs in the garage and Annabelle is left to her own devices inside. She types the name Gary Bainbridge into a Facebook search and finds the guy easily enough. There are a few photos and chat about his music gigs there to have a look through. She hovers the cursor over friend request but only to tease herself. Then she forgets about the guy and finds a few girlfriends online and looking for a chat.
Annabelle has two work days during the week and dares to wear her shorter skirts. This certainly earns her a bit of extra attention from men in general, but the work days are particularly busy and she has little opportunity to enjoy any of it.
The next Saturday Luke takes her to a movie where they have a cuddle and kiss in the back row. On the Sunday he presses behind her cleaning dishes after lunch. “Hey, baby,” he breathes into her neck.
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