Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1)

by Matt Coolomon

  “Well, we’re just being open and adventurous now,” Annabelle suggests. “I love it. We were so boring before, don’t you think?”

  “Absolutely! This is way better,” Luke agrees enthusiastically, and they share a laugh.

  They then settle to eating their dinners and chatting. Annabelle has been shopping for beach wear to take on their vacation next month. She has also been altering a few more skirts and shorts. Luke talks about his busy morning at work and taking his lunch to Clifford Park. He thinks about holding back but eventually decides to tell his wife about stalking the guy from the bar and seeing him there washing his car.

  Annabelle takes this information in quietly. Her brow has crinkled again – her mind obviously ticking over. She finishes her meal and places her knife and fork together on the empty plate, looking across at Luke quite deliberately. “I’ve actually been having second thoughts about that guy from the bar…. He’s exciting in a way, but I also think he’s actually a bit of a dick.”

  “Oh?” Luke meets his wife’s eyes. “A dick, huh?”

  “Yes, and I like the way you stood up to him, Luke. I don’t know if I want him to win now…. And I’m also a bit weirded out when I think about the way he found our car and left his card there…. It’s like – what next, is he going to show up here at our door uninvited?”

  Luke huffs a breath. “Okay. That makes sense.”

  Annabelle fiddles with her cutlery for a moment, biting a lip and smiling before she looks back up. “Plus now we’ve got this better idea instead.”

  Luke’s chest tingles – his neck and face heating. “Yeah? You like this idea better?”

  Annabelle nods. “Now that I think more about it, I do…. It’s not my favourite thing at all, but the idea of doing it for complete strangers and through a hole in the wall…. And just getting to see and touch their thingies. Maybe even some nice big ones.”

  “Aw fuck,” Luke groans – his cock flexing. “Really, baby? You really want to do it?”

  “Hmm – I want to try it at least. I don’t know if I’ll want to do it again after trying it the first time, so maybe it will be best to let the shop guy.… I mean before anyone else, in case I don’t want to keep going afterwards.”

  “Absolutely! He’ll probably insist on going first anyway.”

  Annabelle stands and picks up their plates. “And could we just go for a drive tonight to have a look? Is the shop open late?”

  “Sure! Of course!” Luke checks the time. “Do you want to get ready while I tidy up?”

  Annabelle leaves to load the dishwasher then go and get changed. Luke grabs a pair of jeans from the clean washing in the laundry and finds Annabelle’s keys in the lounge. She comes from their room with her pretty hair in a ponytail and her slender neck bare. She has on jean shorts that look familiar but are shorter than Luke remembers. She’s pulling down and straightening a pink lace tank top. When she turns to face Luke, he notices it has the same deep neckline as the one she wore on their road trip the other week and that the white bra beneath it merely cups her breasts like the other one did. “We’ll only be in the car then inside the shop, won’t we?” she checks.

  “Yeah, and there might even be a few customers on a Friday night.”

  “Hmm – hope there will be a few men,” Annabelle says and snaps a kiss to Luke’s cheek.

  Chapter 15

  Luke spends the 20 minute drive negotiating traffic and checking out Annabelle’s tits. They’re on display the whole way – this bra and top gaping even more than the other ones did. She has her window down and is constantly smiling across at him teasingly. The adult shop is just up ahead when they are stopped at traffic lights with a small truck beside them. “Hey, baby, what’s your name?” the driver asks.

  “I’m Annabelle….” Annabelle looks down at her tits then up at the guy.

  “Where you going, Annabelle? Want to meet up for a drink?”

  “No thanks. We’re on our way home.”

  There’s a short silence before the guy speaks again. “That’s a cute top, baby. Nice tits.”

  “Hmm – I’m glad you like them,” Annabelle replies, checking herself again.

  “Yeah, fucking beautiful,” the guy groans and his hand appears with a phone that clicks. Annabelle then pulls the front of her top down for him, uncovering her breasts completely. His phone clicks a few more times then it’s gone and the guy’s muscled, tattooed arm appears reaching right in through the window and his hand gropes Annabelle’s chest – first massaging one tit then the other one. His shaved head appears also – virtually upside down as he is obviously hanging out the window of his truck. “Hey, man,” he says to Luke and keeps feeling Annabelle up.

  The traffic is moving ahead. Luke looks from it to the guy, who is also seeing that time is up. “Pull in around the corner, eh?” he says and pushes himself from the window and back into his truck. There are horns blasting and cars cutting in front. Luke floors the accelerator and flies through the changing lights leaving the truck blocked by one of the cars that have cut in.

  “Wow that was amazing!” Annabelle cries, watching out the back window. “I thought he was going to climb right in.”

  Luke’s heart is thumping. “Yeah, me too….” He has missed the driveway to the adult shop, so he turns and does a lap around the block, arriving back at the lights in time to see the small dump truck disappearing out of sight up ahead. Annabelle is squeezing his hand in her lap. He rubs her inner thigh with his intertwined fingers. “That was so crazy, baby.”

  “Hmm – I wonder what would have happened if we stopped.”

  “Did you want to?” Luke asks his wife.

  “Um – yes and no.” She tugs her top straight. “He squeezed them so hard and his hand was really dirty and rough…. There’s greasy finger marks on me.”

  Luke takes a breath. “I liked watching him do it, baby. I didn’t want the traffic to move but I didn’t think it was a good idea to actually stop and let him get at you properly.”

  “I think he has actually stopped up ahead there,” Annabelle says, craning her neck to see. “Just past that next set of lights.”

  Luke pulls over and meets his wife’s excited eyes. “Do you want me to drive up there?”

  Annabelle shrugs, chewing a lip. “Maybe if I just stayed in the car and let him lean in the window…? He was the right kind of guy – really powerful looking.”

  Luke’s heart is still thumping. He tries to see up ahead but there’s another parked car in the way. He checks over his other shoulder and pulls out onto the road, driving slowly along until he sees the truck parked beyond the next lights. The lights remain green and he’s soon passing the truck – his heart now in his throat and his mind numb. He turns down a side street and is thinking clearly enough to stop with the nose of the car level with a driveway so that he can’t be blocked in. The little truck immediately pulls in behind and its lights extinguish.

  Annabelle’s chest is heaving upon her breath. Luke checks the door locks, keeping the car running and adjusting Annabelle’s window to about half way. She glances at him but her eyes are wide and glazed. She turns back as the guy stops and peers in the window. “Hey, baby. Thought you’d done a runner on me.”

  Luke just breathes. Annabelle says nothing either. Luke swallows hard at the dryness of his throat. “We only stopped for a minute,” he gets out with some authority.

  “Yeah, cool,” the man says through his smile. “I get it. You’re just fucking around spicing shit up and that, eh? I saw your wedding rings,” he says to Annabelle.

  “Uh huh – we’re married,” she says, glancing at Luke then turning back as the guy reaches in and feels her tits. “Uhh…hhh..hh…” she pants raggedly, her mouth open and her eyes wide again.

  The man massages one little globe and tweaks the nipple then moves to the other one. He then stops and presses the window button on Annabelle’s door. “It’s cool, man, just a bit more room, eh?” he says to Luke. Then he leans in
and takes Annabelle in a kiss. He forces his tongue into her mouth and gropes her crotch. She grips his wrist and squeezes her thighs together. He’s still kissing her hard and she’s moaning into his mouth.

  He finally breaks off the kiss. “No not down there,” Annabelle says to him. “I have my period.”

  “Oh right,” the guy says and feels up under her top to grope her tits again. He resumes kissing Annabelle. She opens and mashes her mouth against his, her jaw moving in time and her eyes now softly closed.

  “We’d better go,” Luke croaks, his voice lacking its earlier authority.

  “Yeah, man, just one minute, alright…?” the guy says and lifts from Annabelle’s dazed eyes and open mouth. His hand rises to stroke her face then cup the back of her head. He checks around then stands and fists his erect cock through the window, pulling Annabelle toward it.

  Luke is stunned. Annabelle just opens and takes the swollen head of the thing into her mouth. The guy keeps his fist tight around his shaft and she sucks on the head and few inches protruding. He keeps hold of her head – the hand around his cock jerking. Luke leans in to watch more closely. Annabelle is holding the guy’s hip, with her other hand clutching her top at her bare breasts. The bald, tattooed man of perhaps 50 years of age bucks and holds firm, releasing his shaft and just holding Annabelle’s head in place as it throbs.

  “Aw fuck yeah,” he groans. “That’s it, baby, swallow it all down.”

  “Uh huh,” Annabelle moans and peers up at him. She has taken hold of his cock and holds it as she removes it from her mouth to swallow and catch a breath. The guy has slumped against the roof of the car. He releases Annabelle’s head and reaches down to play with her tits again as she resumes sucking his cock. She sucks it slowly in and out. Luke is still watching closely and can see her cheek moving as her tongue is obviously quite active around the head.

  The man hooks a thumb into the straps on Annabelle’s shoulder and pushes them down. She lifts her arm from them and he does the same with the other side, her top and bra then around her waist. “Yeah, you’re good, man,” the guy says over his shoulder, and Luke is shocked to see another man shift beside him and that first one move away. This is a short fat guy, maybe early twenties. Annabelle takes his thick little cock into her mouth and moans as she immediately starts bobbing her head. She gets up on her knees and the guy holds her head and fucks her mouth. He only lasts a minute and is crying out and quivering.

  “Mmm….” Annabelle moans and her face contorts as she pushes against the guys hips – her slender neck gulping audibly just as a third man forces his way to the open window and shoots thick ropes of cum against the side of her face and over her mouth and the fat guy’s withdrawing cock.

  This man is perhaps in his forties. He’s tall and lightly built. His cock is long and thin. The fat guy has gone and Annabelle takes this third man’s still pulsing erection into her mouth and moans softly as she sucks on it. She peers up at him and he strokes hair from her face. She bobs back and forth, still holding his gaze. He’s thrusting through her wet little fist, his semen dripping from her cheek and down the side of her neck. He thrusts a few more times then grimaces as he holds firm – Annabelle’s eyes closing now and her hand pressed against his hip as his shaft throbs and pulses in her mouth.

  “Yeah, take it,” the man says and smooths Annabelle’s hair aside as he tilts to watch her pretty face. Her eyes open and roll up to him, his cock still in her mouth. He reaches down and feels her tits, tweaking a nipple then groping from that little globe to the other one. He pulls his cock from her mouth and slaps her lips with it. Annabelle keeps her mouth open for him. He wipes his glob of cum from her cheek and puts his dick back in. She closes her eyes and sucks it, bobbing slowly back and forth while he continues playing with her tits. He takes hold of her ponytail and resumes thrusting. She closes her little hand around his shaft and squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through her nose and gripping his hip again – pushing against it until he suddenly pulls back and bends to cover her mouth with his. He kisses her hard, probing with his tongue, but he breaks off quickly. “You taste like cum, don’t you?” he taunts her.

  Annabelle nods, keeping her chin up and her mouth open. The man gathers saliva in his mouth and moves over her. She opens wider and presents her tongue. He dribbles a large volume of his spit into her mouth then licks her face and sucks the trail of semen from her neck. He positions himself above her again and she opens for him to dribble that mixture of saliva and cum into her mouth as well.

  Annabelle swallows softly then waits with her mouth open while he jerks himself off – the head of his cock resting on her tongue as several more pulses of semen gush from it.

  That man stalks off towards the back of a row of shops. The dump truck starts and swings around, turning back onto the main road and merging with other traffic.

  Annabelle wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and looks to Luke with eyes still glazed. He slips an arm around her, pulling her to him and taking her in a kiss. She keeps her lips tightly closed and he forces his tongue against them. She stirs from her trance and turns her head away. Luke kisses her face and neck, tasting the other man there and finding her skin still wet from him licking and sucking on it. He mauls her and sucks his way back up to her mouth, covering it with his and probing to find her teeth still clenched.

  Annabelle squirms and pushes away. “Don’t, Luke. I need to rinse my mouth first.”

  The last of the three men reappears from the small laneway behind the shops with another man. He motions to where Luke and Annabelle are parked and the two of them stride towards them. Luke still has the car running. He quickly puts it in gear and drives off, swinging around and turning the corner onto the main road. The two men are watching from where they had been parked in the laneway.

  Annabelle turns from peering back at them. Her eyes are alight again, her smile playful. “Thank you. I don’t think I could have swallowed any more tonight.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think we should go to the adult shop either. I think the alleyway those guys came from leads to the back entrance, so that’s probably where they came from.”

  “Oh really? I was wondering about that last guy. He seemed to know what was going on, or wasn’t surprised at least.”

  Luke glances at his wife. “I thought he was with the guys from the truck.”

  “No, there was only the two of them. I saw him walking from those buildings and just join in like it was nothing unusual happening.”

  “Yeah, well maybe it was nothing unusual, baby. For them anyway! And for that area – with the adult shop and that.”

  “Hmm – well it was unusual for me,” Annabelle retorts, grimacing as she swallows. “Could you stop somewhere and get me a drink, please? That tastes so horrible and I can’t believe how much of it there was.”

  “From that last guy? Like three times!”

  “No, his was only three little bits. And that first guy was just normal too. But that short fat man really filled up my mouth with his. Each spurt was so huge and there was about six of them. His was way more than the other two put together.”

  Luke glances again. “But you seemed okay with it from him, baby.”

  Annabelle glances too. “Well, it was different when it was happening – doing that for him. Wanting him to enjoy it and be excited watching me like that…. Mmm – I love how excited they were.”

  “It was amazing to see, baby. Some complete strangers’ cock in your mouth. Watching you suck them off and take their loads. I could tell when they were blowing too, but I couldn’t tell if it was a huge or small load…. I was hoping it was really huge each time…. I’m glad it was with that fat guy at least.”

  “Uh huh, his was really huge, Luke. I’m just so glad I could swallow it all for him…. I really want to try that glory hole next time…. I want to get another one like that where it just gushes and gushes and floods my mouth.”

  “Aw fuck, baby, that’s so hot – you wanting that ag
ain.”

  “Mmm – really?”

  “Aw yeah….” Luke turns to his wife, cupping her cheek and thumbing her lip. “I want you to suck a lot of men’s cocks while we’re doing this. That was so fucking amazing to watch.”

  Annabelle tongues around inside her mouth and swallows – grimacing a little again. “It’s okay, I don’t need that drink now.”

  Luke glances from the traffic. “Taste’s gone now, has it?”

  “No, I can still taste them. I just don’t want to rinse it away anymore. It’s really yucky but it’s so exciting that it’s from other men and not my husband….”

  Chapter 16

  The taste of the three men’s semen is strong in Annabelle’s mouth and on her breath and coating her teeth for a good long hour before she rinses with a hot cup of tea. That night she avoids satisfying her husband at all, not even allowing him any kisses. He masturbates in bed beside her when she’s pretending to be asleep.

  Luke has a permanent smile all day Saturday and keeps staring at Annabelle. She’s into a great book and just feels like reading all afternoon, after getting the grocery shopping done in the morning and sneaking away after that to get her pussy waxed completely bare – coincidentally having an exciting little text chat with Paul Jamison while she was waiting her turn.

  Annabelle’s expecting Luke to suggest a drive to the adult shop that night, but he doesn’t say anything and just waits with the massage oil when she comes from her bath. He’s well into his routine and moving from her legs to her back when he finally says something related to their recent adventures, “So, is your period finished yet, baby?”

  Annabelle’s period has indeed finished but she doesn’t feel like having sex. “Nearly…. Probably tomorrow,” she fibs.

  “Oh okay…. I was just wondering….”

  Annabelle doesn’t turn her head or even open her eyes. “Would you like to take me to that adult shop tomorrow?”

  Her husband swallows hard. “To um…? Like to try the….”