“Hey yourself,” she tells him, tilting her head for more.
“It’s a nice sunny afternoon,” he goes on mildly.
“Yes. And?”
“Feel like driving up to Clifford Park?”
“Um…. Really?” Annabelle’s skin is all a tingle.
Luke nibbles her neck. “Maybe let some other men have a look at your tits?”
Annabelle takes a breath. “You mean like we talked about?”
“Yeah, in your little top and bra that shows them completely.”
“Hmm – I guess….” Annabelle utters. “Do you mean with you sitting at a different bench and just watching?”
Luke swallows and breathes. “Yeah…. Maybe the guy you pick might stop and talk if you look like you’re alone. Then you could let him have a really good look like that guy at the truck stop.”
“Mmm – okay,” Annabelle agrees softly. “And in my denim skirt as well?”
Luke kisses her neck again. “I was hoping you might want to…. I mean if the right guy is looking.”
Annabelle turns and looks up at her husband. “I was thinking I might take a blanket and lie on the grass – on my front. I can just read and have a cardigan or something I can use to cover up with, then move it away when any men are walking towards me on their own…. When I lie propped on my elbows in that top and bra my breasts are completely exposed…. I mean completely, as in topless.”
“Okay perfect,” Luke agrees immediately. “And for any man at all, or just the ones we’ve been talking about.”
“No, I think as long as they’re a little bit nice looking I’d like doing it. Maybe for some older men as well.”
“Alright….” Luke nods firmly. “This is good. I like the idea of it being a lot of other guys getting a look at you, baby. I was thinking about suggesting a topless beach, but this is better. It’s way more sexy if it’s down your top – or panties up your skirt instead of bikini bottoms. Just the fact that it’s sort of sneaking a peep.”
“I know. And I want it to be a lot of other men as well, Luke. And for my husband to have to watch while they all check me out…. That’s what makes the idea so exciting for me.”
“Yeah, I know, baby. I want you to make me watch. I want you to deliberately show me that you’re showing these guys your tits and panties. I want you to enjoy doing it in front of me and do it even more because I’m watching.”
Annabelle lifts to kiss her husband’s lips then turns and leaves him with a smile back over her shoulder. She quickly changes and finds him waiting in the car.
Clifford Park is only a fifteen minute drive, in a suburb where Annabelle went to high school. The park is a botanical garden that covers the crest of a hill. It has walking paths all over and a gazebo on top that is popular for weddings and is in fact where Annabelle and Luke took their vows.
Annabelle has a moment of pause remembering her wedding day as the park comes into view. It’s only a brief check with reality though, and her fantasy ideas of exhibitionism return to mind. She has been searching out stories about exhibitionism by married women and reading them as fast as she can find them. The way Luke reacted that first time at the truck stop shocked and excited her. She has been distracted by the thought of that man flashing to mind at any time of day or night ever since then.
Luke carries her folded blanket and walks quietly beside her, past the gazebo and over the crest of the hill. There are quite a few people strolling around but the place is often more crowded than it is right then. They follow a broad walkway but Luke suddenly stops and turns, motioning to a bench beneath a tree. “I’m going to sit right here, baby.”
Annabelle takes the blanket and just smiles back over her shoulder at him as she strolls further along the path. She then walks onto the grass and spreads her blanket. She kneels facing Luke and removes her cardigan. She then lies on her front and opens her magazine, keeping hold of her cardigan in one hand. She checks her display – her top and bra gaping and her little breasts completely exposed. She’s been in a bit of a daze so far and has no time to become nervous because a middle aged man has just appeared over the crest of the hill walking a dog. He passes Luke, with Luke’s eyes following him. Annabelle leaves her cardigan scrunched aside and looks at her magazine. The man approaches. She can feel his eyes. He slows – his steps shortening then stopping as he bends to pat his dog.
Annabelle checks herself to find her nipples have hardened. They’re not touching her bra cups – just completely uncovered and on display. She dares to glance at the man. He’s rubbing his dog’s back and ears and talking to him. He sweeps a look all around and focuses for a second on Annabelle. She connects with that glance and can’t help blushing a bit deeper than she already was. An elderly couple approach from the opposite direction, walking up the path from the road. Annabelle looks from them to meet the man’s gaze more fully this time. His head lifts and his eyes lower to her tits. She looks down at herself then back up at him. The elderly couple are chuckling together as they approach closer. Annabelle drags her cardigan across her chest and keeps that arm folded across as well. The man nods and smiles a hello to the couple. He watches them stroll on up the hill then turns back to Annabelle. Annabelle averts her gaze and moves her arm and cardigan from across her chest.
“Very nice,” the man says, offering a light smile.
“Thank you,” Annabelle replies sweetly, but another few people have appeared walking from the crest of the hill and she covers herself again.
The man stands from kneeling by his dog and strolls across the grass right past Annabelle. She holds his eyes all the way until he finishes checking out her bottom and continues walking into the gardens out of sight.
The family group pass along the footpath a distance ahead of two skinny boys who look of age but only just. Annabelle moves her arm and cardigan away and watches her husband. The boys shut up chattering and slow their strides. Annabelle looks at them but they both quickly avert their stares, chuckling and jostling each other as they pass by.
For the next fifteen minutes, Annabelle keeps her cardigan in place because of some children playing nearby. They have tennis rackets and a ball and are using the path as their net. Another older man passes during that time and gives her a nod and smile. Some joggers and a woman wheeling a pram travel up the hill and disappear beyond where Luke is sitting.
The children with the ball run along then the man with the dog appears from the gardens down near the road. He strolls up the path, watching Annabelle as he approaches. She meets his gaze briefly. He walks off the opposite side of the path and kneels by his dog again, releasing its lead and letting it run. He sits there on the grass side on to Annabelle but continually glancing at her. She waits until another female jogger passes by then moves her cardigan.
The man’s head lifts, his eyes popping. Annabelle watches his face, letting him meet her eyes or look at her breasts. He does both, back and forth. She checks to find Luke with head raised staring down at her as well. He turns though as another man passes him. This guy is younger and is tall and well built, his muscles bulging beneath a tight grey polo shirt.
When this man approaches, Annabelle’s insides tingle and her skin flushes all over. She’s suddenly so nervous that she sits up and puts an arm across her chest.
“Annabelle?” he asks excitedly.
Annabelle’s face is on fire. She frowns in question but the guy’s face is familiar.
He points to himself. “Ryan! You don’t remember me?”
“Ryan! Oh my god!” Annabelle jumps up and meets the guy’s hug. “Oh my god, Ryan, I thought I recognised you.”
“Hey, how have you been?” Ryan asks. “You’re still looking hot. Didn’t I hear you were getting married?”
“Yes, I did. I mean I am…. It’s just so good to see you.”
“Yeah, you too…. Damn you’re looking good!”
Annabelle checks her top. Her old school friend is holding her hands and her arms are close together, h
er shoulders narrow. Ryan is a full head taller than her and is looking down her front at her tits. Annabelle is still blushing from the excitement of bumping into the guy. She pulls away and kneels on her blanket. “Sit with me for a minute?” she asks sweetly and turns on her hands and knees to extend the blanket and make room.
Ryan kneels, looking at her bottom. She turns on her knees, raking back her hair, then leans forward again to grab her cardigan. Her school friend tilts to look at her tits again. She looks at them too then back up at him but just bites her smile and sits with her legs bent to one side.
“Aw yeah – still got the greatest legs in school, eh?” He leans back and tilts his head. “Ooh and nice little pink ones.”
Annabelle giggles. “Shut up you! Still the school bad boy I see.”
“No, I’ve been tamed. Married with a child and divorced already…. Do you remember Michelle Parker?”
“Oh yeah – I remember Michelle. You two were going out for a while.”
“Yeah, we got back together after college and made a go of it for a while, but it didn’t last…. How about you, Annabelle – marriage working out for you?”
“Yes. Very much so. It’s still romantic and pretty exciting. Those are the big things, aren’t they?”
“Hell yes! Good on you. Do I know the guy?”
“No, you wouldn’t know Luke. We don’t actually live around here. Just visiting the park for memory’s sake.”
“Cool….” Ryan nods and lifts his head, his eyes lowering to look at Annabelle’s tits again. She sits up and rubs down her shins, her shoulders scrunching and her top and bra opening fully. “Yeah, that’s better – let’s see them properly.”
“Hmm – I think I’m having a wardrobe malfunction today,” Annabelle says and plucks at her top.
“No, it’s working fine for me.”
Annabelle shakes her head, smiling. Then she rests back on her hands.
“No – don’t cover up,” Ryan says evenly. “They look fantastic. I’ve always wanted a look.”
“Well, that’s because you’re bad. And you’ll have to wait until those people walk past.”
Ryan glances back at a group of walkers approaching. Annabelle’s skirt is tight across her thighs and her crotch is on display now. She has her knees together but relaxes them as Ryan tilts his head for a look.
“Aw fuck yeah,” he groans and leans across further. She allows her thighs to part wider and he looks from her lewd display to meet her eyes.
“Do you like that?” she utters. “Some other guys have been checking me out sitting here, but it’s better with someone I know.”
“Fuck yes, I love it. A bit wider though, eh?”
“No! Don’t be crude!” Annabelle scolds, and she looks up to check on her husband. He’s standing and watching intently. He’s a few steps in front of the bench he had been sitting at. The man with the dog has gone. The group of walkers have all passed along the path now.
Ryan shifts and repositions a bulge down the leg of his jeans. “I always wondered about you back in school, Annabelle. You seemed quite shy and dressed down. I always wondered if there was a hidden naughty side…. I was sure you would look great under the clothes.”
“Hmm – I didn’t think you saw me that way at all back then, Ryan. You were always with one of the in crowd of party girls.”
Annabelle straightens her legs and stretches forward, rubbing down to her shins again. Ryan groans as he looks at her tits. She checks on her husband and smiles at him. He has backed away and sits at the bench.
Ryan rests back on an elbow and uses a twig to stroke Annabelle’s thigh. She rests over onto her side facing him but at opposite ends of the blanket. Her head is level with his package – it’s right there and the shape of his cock is clearly defined now. Annabelle had been told it was big. It’s certainly longer and probably thicker than she’s used to with Luke.
“Does your husband know you’re here teasing men?” Ryan asks curiously.
Annabelle nods. “We’re playing sex games together. It’s exciting for both of us.”
“Yeah, that’s great. I’m happy to help out.” Ryan tries to lift Annabelle’s knee with his twig.
“No – I can’t just spread for you. It’s supposed to be peeping under clothes.”
Ryan is grinning as he lifts Annabelle’s skirt with the twig. “So, is this peeping? It feels like peeping….”
Annabelle giggles but moves her upper leg forward to cross her thighs as another elderly couple approach along the path. Ryan just watches them and waits. Annabelle looks up the hill at Luke again. His head lifts and he does a questioning shrug. Annabelle checks that the other man isn’t watching and does a small wave to let him know she’s okay.
“Cool – they’re gone,” Ryan says.
Annabelle meets his grin and moves her upper leg back to expose her crotch again. Ryan looks at her display. She meets Luke’s glare again and lifts the front of her skirt to show the other man properly. He groans his appreciation and she runs a finger around to her hip and stretches the waist band of her panties down. She lifts her bottom and stretches them down from her other hip as well – her bush uncovered and then her pussy lips.
“Aw fuck yes,” Ryan groans. “That’s it – take them off.”
“Uh huh…. I just don’t want anyone else to see,” Annabelle says and pushes her panties down her thighs and past her knees. She then pulls them from her feet but quickly bunches them between her thighs as two women appear from beyond where Luke is glaring excitedly – his arms raised and his hands on his head, the look of disbelief visible on his face from the twenty metre distance.
He takes a few steps while Annabelle is watching him. She pulls her cardigan across her lap and rests back on her hands. Luke turns and watches the two women stroll along laughing together. He seems to get past his anxiety for the moment and walks over to a tree where he stands half obscured, though he’s a lot closer than he was before.
“Okay they’re gone,” Ryan says.
Annabelle checks that the women are well past where she’s sitting. She then removes the cardigan from across her lap.
“Yeah, that’s it – show me,” Ryan encourages excitedly.
“Okay but no touching,” Annabelle says and claims her little scrunched up panties from between her thighs. She lets them dangle from her hand so her husband will see. She then scrunches them in her hand and rests with her legs bent to one side – her thigh gap exposing the length of her slit
Ryan looks from her face to her pussy. He grins. “Looks wet.” He tugs at the panties in her hand and takes them from her. He checks the crotch of them, rubbing between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, that’s nice….”
Annabelle has her back to the path now and tugs her skirt to cover her bare bottom. She looks from the man examining her pussy to her husband staring from behind a tree.
“I want to fuck you,” Ryan says flatly. “My cock’s so fucking hard right now.”
“But you can’t, Ryan…. I told you I’m happily married.”
Ryan moves to rest on an elbow beside her. Annabelle meets his eyes and just has time to catch a breath before he presses his lips to hers. She’s stunned and freezes but he mashes his mouth against hers and cradles her head in his hand, holding her and forcing his tongue in to search for hers.
Annabelle relaxes into the guy’s arms. Her mind is spinning and his powerful essence has flooded into her. He pulls her around and holds her with her face upturned. She stares into his eyes and opens for him as he bends to take her again. “Don’t…. I can’t…..” she protests into his mouth but her head swoons as he presses to her more firmly and slows the kiss, controlling and deepening it.
Annabelle grips the man’s thick bicep, unable to get her fingers very far around it. He breaks off the kiss to check around. Annabelle catches her breath and pushes against his powerful chest, swallowing at the taste of him. She squirms away from his next attempted kiss.
“Don’t
, Ryan. I can’t….” Annabelle can see her husband standing there with his head bowed, facing the tree. He lifts his head and looks over at her. She grimaces apologetically and raises her hand for him to wait. She still has her other hand pressed against the chest of the man beside her. He’s looking at her body again. She leans back away from him and rests on her hands while he tilts to look under the front of her skirt. Annabelle holds her husband’s concerned gaze while the other man examines her.
“I seriously want to fuck you, Annabelle. You have to let me – just once?”
“But I can’t….”
“Come on, I’ve only got this week before I start a new job interstate. I’m not going to hang around fucking up your marriage afterwards…. Just meet me once?”
Annabelle’s belly is tingling wildly – her skin alight with the wonderful sensation. Ryan moves over her again, his gaze travelling up her body and his face right there at her shoulder now. She touches his chest, holding him away from her lips as he looks down her top, and she checks her husband again and holds his gaze for another moment. She’s watching Luke’s face but can’t help lifting her head when Ryan kisses her neck. She holds his head there to stop him from going any further. He nuzzles under her chin and she closes her eyes – her heart thumping as he then opens his mouth over her chin then her face then covers her mouth with his.
Annabelle just swoons into the strength and confidence of the man. He lays her back on the blanket and moves partially over her while sensually deepening the kiss. She clutches his huge bicep again and hooks the fingers of her other hand into the neckline of his shirt. She softly submits, waiting with her mouth open when he breaks off to take a breath. He keeps his weight mostly off her but their legs have intertwined and one of his powerful thighs is between hers.
“Just come out with me sometime then? Just to dinner – for old time’s sake?”
Annabelle swallows the build-up of their saliva in her mouth. “I don’t know, Ryan – maybe….” He feigns another kiss and she parts her lips for him. He does it again and she lifts and opens.
Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 5