The guy does a half shrug. “Paul will do. It’s lunchtime. That’s technically after hours.”
“Oh yeah. Paul,” Annabelle agrees, meeting his smile now. Her bad mood just vanished.
He’s holding a tray and motions to the seat opposite. “Do you mind – you looked miles away?”
“Oh no – it’s fine. Please.…”
The guy lowers into the seat, the control in his body movement piquing Annabelle’s interest. He’s always well covered with a long sleeved shirt and business slacks but his sheer bulk and the obvious definition of muscle in his arms, shoulders and thighs makes Annabelle’s heart pound a little. That and his sheer proximity. This is the first time he has ever approached her outside of his office. Actually it’s the first time he’s ever approached her at all, since any professional interaction is only ever her having to deliver a file or something. And at those times she goes all weak at the knees if he even makes eye contact.
He’s been chatting about his day and asking about hers for a while before her mind begins to catch up and clear at all.
“Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted.”
“Oh no. Sorry. I’m just not feeling the greatest today,” Annabelle explains. “It’s just um….” She has placed her hands upon her belly and grimaced because of a sudden cramp. “Her blush tingles up her neck and heats her face.”
“Oh I see…. Can I get you anything?”
The maturity of the man strikes Annabelle. His expression is genuine and open concern. He’s not embarrassed at all.
She offers a little smile and shrug. “I think I just need to go home. Everything should be fine here and I’ll make up the hours at the end of the week.”
“Okay – sure – where’s home? You come by train, don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s not far. Just out at Westcliffe. It’s only half an hour.”
“Yeah, half an hour after you’ve walked four blocks to the train station in the heat and traffic…. No – come on. I could use an hour in the car to chill out and get my head around some shit I have to deal with this afternoon.”
Annabelle gawks. “What? Do you mean…?”
“Yes. It’s not a big deal. The elevator’s right there. I’m parked in the basement right next to where it lands…. A comfortable seat, quiet music, air-conditioning. We’ll have you home in no time.”
“But I have to check with my boss,” Annabelle protests weakly.
Paul is finishing off his pasta. He gulps his coffee and gets out his phone, scrolling then tapping the screen. “Hey, Phil. Listen I’m just up at the cafeteria with Annabelle. She isn’t feeling well so I’m going to run her home, okay?” There’s a pause while he listens to Annabelle’s boss respond. “Okay all good, man.” He looks to Annabelle, channelling what he’s saying. “Yeah, she’ll give you a call when she gets home….?” Annabelle nods. “Alright – see ya, buddy.”
“You really don’t need to do this. I’m not that sick,” Annabelle protests again, though she’s thrilled by the thought of riding home in the guy’s car.
“Hey – no – seriously, I need to get out of here. Please let me drive you home? It’s a great excuse and a nice run out to Westcliffe anyway.”
Paul downs the last of his coffee as he stands. Annabelle picks up her bag and he quickly moves to the back of her chair and touches it, shifting it back slightly as she stands. He then gets the elevator button and ushers her to and from, also opening the door of his car for her.
The city passes silently beyond the heavily tinted windows, the music was already set to background easy listening when Paul started the ignition. The chill of the air-con is lovely against Annabelle’s neck and face – her temperature perhaps a little high right then, she suspects. Paul takes a phone call on speaker and is discussing some technical matter to do with a case. Annabelle rests back in the soft leather seat and happily gazes at the suburbs flashing by. By the time Paul finishes his call they’re approaching Westcliffe.
“Sorry about that….”
“That’s fine. It was putting me to sleep quite nicely,” Annabelle says and covers her mouth to yawn.
Paul chuckles. “I was actually pleased to see you there in the cafeteria, Annabelle. I was wondering if you would be interested in some extra work next week. I’ve volunteered to do some lecturing for a buddy of mine at a community college up the coast. It’s an hour run each way and the lectures are either side of a lunch break – so pretty much all day, and I can’t afford to have Pam out of the office.”
“Oh, and you need…?” Annabelle’s heart is thumping, her legs tingling weakness.
The guy chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t know – help in general. I’m scared shitless of standing up in front of a room full of students. I’ve got no idea how to prepare…. I’ve noticed the way you organize, Annabelle. You’re the only person I thought of asking…. I’ll be happy to double your usual hourly rate for intruding on your days off…. It looks like Monday and Friday next week at this stage.”
Annabelle is about to dismiss the double time but remembers she and her husband have just booked a summer beachfront resort holiday. She smiles at her driver. “Deal.”
He smiles back. “Fantastic!”
“So, I’ll need contact info for your buddy. Does he teach the class otherwise?”
“Yeah, he does.” Paul hands Annabelle his phone. “Could you add yourself as a contact, please? I’ll text you.”
“Okay – so next Monday? What time should I be there?”
“Um…. How about I pick you up in the morning? Does that work?”
“Pick me up?”
“Yes, well I’ll know where you live in a minute…. This is your exit?”
They have arrived at the exit to Annabelle’s suburb. A few minutes later they’re parked in front of her house. Paul immediately gets out of the car. Annabelle waits and watches him walk around to her door. He opens it and closes it when she has gotten out.
“Thank you so much for this, Paul. It’s great. I’d still be waiting for a train.”
“No problem, Annabelle. And thanks for agreeing to help me out. I seriously have no idea how to give a lecture. I must have slept through most of mine at university.”
Annabelle nods and turns this way and that as she walks past the guy. She can’t stop smiling at him.
Paul walks back around his car and opens the driver’s door. “So, this is definitely after hours now, right?”
Annabelle stops halfway up her driveway. “Yeah. Why?”
He shrugs. “I just wanted to mention how good you looked in that shorter skirt last week…. That was pretty hot. Just sayin.”
Annabelle’s blush rises. “Um – thanks,” she says and takes a breath. “I’m glad you liked it.”
The guy nods and smiles. “Go take care of yourself, okay? Feel better!”
“Okay,” Annabelle calls as he sits and closes his door, and she stands watching him do a U-turn and give a little wave as he drives away.
Chapter 13
It’s past 6pm and Luke isn’t home yet. Annabelle has his dinner in the oven. He’s always home at 5:30. Annabelle tries his mobile but it goes to message bank. She waits another half an hour and is about to go for a drive to his worksite when his truck rumbles into the driveway and parks in the garage. The back door then opens but Luke doesn’t appear. Instead he has gone directly to his shower in the laundry.
Annabelle assumes he has worked late and was too dirty to come inside. She has his dinner set at the table when he finally walks in rubbing his wet hair. “Hey, there you are. I was getting worried.”
“Yeah, had to help one of the guys move some shit after work. He got kicked out of where he was living and had to move immediately.”
“Oh…. That doesn’t sound very fair,” Annabelle says. “Would you like a beer with dinner?”
Her husband nods. “Thanks, baby.” He looks at her face for the first time. His eyes are bloodshot with dark rings under them.”
“Are you okay, Luke? You look terrible.”
He addresses his plate and moves the food around with his fork. He doesn’t answer right away. Annabelle sits across the corner of the table and waits. He finally looks up at her again. “I’ve just been doing it a bit tough last night and today. Shit just sort of hit me when I watched that webcam clip you and that guy made.”
Annabelle feels her face flush. She hadn’t thought much about the clip or indeed what had happened the previous night. After having talked about it with Luke in bed she had sort of put it aside and had been in no mood to feel any excitement in that way while not feeling well herself. She tries touching her husband’s fingers on the table. He moves his hand over hers and squeezes while manufacturing a smile.
“So, you watched it? What – this morning?”
“No – after you went to sleep I got back up…. I couldn’t help myself. I had to see it.”
“Okay….” Annabelle takes a slow breath. “Well, I actually don’t quite know what’s on the clip. I’m not really sure when he turned it off.”
Luke shrugs. “It shows a lot, baby. It was hard to watch but I….” He breaks off, just shaking his head. “I also came pretty hard after watching. Or while watching I should say.”
Annabelle just waits. She lets her husband work through his thoughts.
He looks up at her more directly. “You were amazing and so beautiful, baby…. I don’t know if I could ever stand to watch another dude with you like that again though…. I know we said we’d think about it for a while, but I don’t think that will make any difference for me.”
“Okay,” Annabelle consoles. “That’s fine, Luke. I don’t even want to think about it yet myself, but if you’ve decided it was a mistake then that’s the end of the discussion. There’s no way I want to do anything with another man if it’s going to hurt you.”
Luke is shaking his head before Annabelle even finishes her sentence. “I don’t want to call it a mistake…. I didn’t say that. I just said it would be hard to watch again.”
“Well, I’m not sure I understand the difference,” Annabelle says, her grumpy mood rising again.
Her husband stabs a potato with his fork. “Regret is the difference, baby. I’ve been thinking about this all night and all day. And I don’t regret what happened – what we did.”
Annabelle’s mood flips back over. “You don’t?”
“No I don’t, baby…. I don’t want to ever get into any kind of blame or anything like that either…. It was something we both wanted and both decided to do…. And yeah it hurt, but I absolutely do not regret it. It’s just that it’s hard to imagine the idea of watching you with another man again after seeing that clip.”
Annabelle gets up and squeezes her husband’s shoulders. She kisses his ear. “Eat your food before it gets cold. Then come give me a back massage and I’ll give you a special front massage to help you go to sleep.”
Luke nods and meets her lips for a soft kiss. Annabelle leaves him and soaks in a bath for long while. She finds him lying on their bed with the massage oil on a towel. He’s sleeping soundly, so she turns off the light and sneaks back down the hall to see what’s on TV.
*
By breakfast the next morning all has seemingly returned to normal. Luke cuddles up behind Annabelle cooking breakfast and kisses her neck. “How are you today, baby?” He has a hand on her belly.
“I’m fine now. Not too bad this month.” Annabelle often has severe cramps all through her period but they seem to have abated already this time. “I might have to work back tonight. I came home early yesterday because I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Oh shit. Sorry, baby – I should have been here instead of moping around. I could have ditched George and come home.”
“No it’s okay,” Annabelle says, guiltily withholding information about being taken care of by another man – the thought of Paul Jamison making her belly tingle and her face heat.
After seeing her husband off to work, Annabelle sits on the bed looking at her long and short business skirts hanging side by side in the wardrobe. The long ones touch her knees. The two short ones are above mid-thigh and while sitting they barely conceal the top of the stockings she bought to go with them. She had worn each of the two short ones last week – the only time ever. She had been watching everywhere for Paul Jamison but hadn’t seen him at all.
Annabelle picks out one of her longer skirts and again chooses a conservative white blouse that buttons up tight. She spends her day watching for Paul. She works in an open office area on the second floor with half a dozen other clerks and receptionists. Paul’s office is up two levels, so she rarely ever sees him. Also Annabelle is casual and only works two days a week.
After dinner and her shower that Thursday night she indeed gets her massage from her husband. Luke is in a happy enough mood but is still a bit quieter or more reserved than usual. He’s sitting over her thighs kneading her upper back and shoulders. She’s totally relaxed and enjoying his expert ministrations.
Luke speaks after a long silence. “I watched the clip again last night, baby.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, it was easier already knowing what was going to happen. I mostly just enjoyed it this time. Except, didn’t it hurt when the guy was inside you? It looked like he went too deep once and you seemed to be in pain.”
Annabelle takes the question in. She’s not surprised that her husband has returned to this so quickly. She considers brushing off his interest but decides to allow him to work through things if he needs to. She turns her head to face the other way but doesn’t look up at him. “Yes, it did hurt a bit because of how deep he penetrated the first time he went in me. Just because I wasn’t ready and it would have been better if he had kind of worked his way in gradually – to let me get used to it.”
Luke doesn’t respond right away. He continues kneading Annabelle’s shoulders for a long moment before asking, “And what about the thickness – was that okay?”
“Uh huh…. It was really nice being stretched like that.”
“Yeah, he sure stretched you, didn’t he?”
Annabelle peers back over her shoulder. “Could you tell in the clip? Could you see that?”
Luke nods. “There were a couple of times – especially when the head of his cock was coming out of you. The actual head itself looked massive. Although you were really wet with his cum, so it seemed to slip in and out easily enough.”
Annabelle doesn’t respond this time. She just waits and listens intently for her husband’s next comment.
Luke rubs down her sides and back up with a thumb either side of her spine. He gulps. “Which I still feel okay with, you know?”
“Okay with what exactly, Luke?”
“With you know…. With him cumming inside you…” He takes a big breath and expels. “And are you still okay with it, baby?”
“Yeah….” Annabelle utters softly.
“Yeah…?” Luke echoes.
She looks back at him and nods, holding his eyes. “I’m just glad I was safe and got my period.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Luke agrees. “And straight away too – not having to wait to find out.”
Annabelle relaxes and closes her eyes again. “Plus he didn’t want to wait and find out. He wanted to take me to the pharmacy that night to get a morning after pill.”
“Yeah, I heard him say that in the clip.”
Annabelle lifts as her husband gets up off her. She sits and reaches for the massage oil, squirting some into her hand. Luke’s eyes roll down as she reaches for the waistband of his boxers. He’s leaning back on his hands and his body tenses as Annabelle pulls the front of his shorts down to reveal a full erection. She closes her hand around it and strokes up and down once. “Wow, Luke – that’s seriously hard.”
“I know. It’s almost painful, baby.”
Annabelle smiles. “Well, I’m impressed,” she teases and starts to increase the speed of her strokes, squeezing th
e head and making him thrust up into her fist.
“Aw fuck,” Luke suddenly groans and thick ropes of cum spurt up over his stomach and chest.
Annabelle holds his cock tight until it stops throbbing then she wipes her hand on the massage towel. She still smiling. “So, that was quick.”
“I know…. Frigging hell.”
Annabelle rests on her belly propped on her elbows. “And did you masturbate when you watched the clip last night? I thought you were out to it.”
“I know. I woke up at about three in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Oh right…. And? Did you?”
Luke nods. “Yeah, I jacked off watching it. I wasn’t thinking about doing it. I just ended up having to grab something quick so I didn’t blow in my pants again.”
Annabelle giggles. “Again? So you blew in your pants the first time?”
“Aw fuck….” Luke groans and flops back on the bed with an arm over his face.
“No – I’m only teasing,” Annabelle consoles him. “I bet I’d lose my whole hand inside my pussy if I watched it…. I was seriously out of it when it was happening. I can’t remember a lot of it.”
“Yeah, your eyes were pretty dreamy all the way through. You certainly looked out of it.”
Annabelle considers that for a second. “I think I was almost in shock – but in a good way. It was way more intense actually happening than in my fantasies…. I mean, he was a real live other man and he was kissing and touching me.”
“Shock is a good way of putting it, baby. I think I was like that too just watching.” Luke sits up a bit to face Annabelle. “He’s gone now, hasn’t he? Did you hear from him yesterday at all?”
“I think he was flying out today. He never called or anything, but he said goodbye when he was leaving that night and I told him I don’t want to see him again.”
Luke huffs a breath. “Right…. And he was moving interstate for good?”
“As far as I know. He sold his apartment, so that suggests he isn’t likely to be coming back.”
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