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

by Matt Coolomon

  “Uh huh – to suck some other men off and swallow for them,” Annabelle says softly. “I still want to do it if you want me to? And hopefully to get another one who cums really hard like that fat guy.”

  “Yeah, hopefully….” Luke answers, working his thumbs firmly up either side of Annabelle’s spine, his cock flexing against her bottom and making her rethink the not-wishing-to-have-sex idea of a moment ago. “Plus I just like that these other dudes are putting their dicks in your mouth, baby. I know Ryan didn’t but that’s three others so far who have – and just to think about that when we kiss now…. Like to think of how different it is from all the while we’ve been married and your mouth has been kind of pure – and now all these other dudes have gotten off in it.”

  “Mmm – I think about that too,” Annabelle moans as thumbs knead deeply into her shoulders. “I also like how many other men have put their tongues in my mouth since we started this – about how I’m not just yours anymore, Luke, and how other men are allowed to take me like that…. I can’t wait to be tongue kissed by Mr Jamison. Mmm – I hope he wants me, Luke. I hope he likes the outfit I bought.”

  “He will, baby. He won’t be able to help himself when he sees you dressed like that.”

  “Yeah? Really?” Annabelle asks, glancing back over her shoulder this time. “Plus I got my pussy waxed for him today. It feels so sexy and I know he’s going to make me dripping wet so I soak my panties.”

  “And then they’ll be see through….” Luke says, gulping. “My beautiful wife with another man – a bigger and more powerful man – showing him everything.”

  “Uh huh, he’s much bigger than you, Luke. And I want to feel how much more powerful he is too….”

  “Aw fuck,” Luke groans and slumps on the bed beside Annabelle.

  Annabelle cuddles to his chest. “I actually had a text chat with him this morning, and he mentioned the short skirt I wore to work last week again – just saying how he really liked it, which was going that little bit further than he did when he drove me home.”

  “Okay…. And what did you say back, baby?”

  “Um. Well, you know how it’s easier to text than to be face to face with someone – how it’s easy to be brave?” Annabelle strokes a finger down her husband’s chest. “Well, I asked if he wanted me to wear something even shorter – since we’re dressing unprofessional and it’s summer weather and all.”

  Luke swallows. “And what did he say to that?”

  “Um – he said I have fantastic legs, and asked how short I would be willing to go. And I sent back that I’m glad he likes my legs, and that my new skirt shows all of them. And then he said – all of them? And I said – and my panties too.”

  “Oh shit – really? You actually told him that you’re going to be showing your panties?”

  “Uh huh…. Then he asked me what colour they would be, and I told him he would have to wait and see.”

  “Aw fuck,” Luke groans again, and he’s quiet for a while. Annabelle is still playing with his chest hair but has almost dozed off when he speaks again. “I’m still really happy about our other plan, you know, baby? The one for after all this when we try for our special Gold Coast conception.”

  “Hmm – me too,” Annabelle agrees sleepily. “It’s only six weeks away.”

  Luke strokes her hair. “I hope if we have a girl she looks more like you and your side of our family.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “Because your mother and sister are both slender and pretty like you, and my mother and sisters all got personality instead.”

  Annabelle giggles. “Luke! Don’t say that!”

  “Well, it’s true, baby. The girls on your side are way more attractive. I think any daughter of ours would be lucky to get your looks and figure. But girls usually do seem to take after their mothers.”

  “I don’t know about that. Sometimes it works the other way, or at least you can see the dad in some aspect of a girl’s appearance…. And anyway I don’t care about any of that – I just can’t wait for you to get me pregnant! Or at least, I can wait for a little while but I’m really looking forward to starting our family.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Luke places a hand on Annabelle’s belly while kissing her lips softly. “My fertile little wife all ready to be knocked up.”

  Annabelle bites his lip. “Don’t call it knocked up.”

  “Impregnated? Womb fertilized?” Luke tries with another kiss.

  “Hmm – better….” Annabelle tells him. “Or just made pregnant will do.”

  “I’m really looking forward to trying on our vacation, baby. It’s going to be exciting finally getting to do it without a condom myself.”

  “Uh huh – and not so long to wait…. It will just be my next ovulation after this month. Then you have to get me, Luke. You have to make a baby in me, okay?” Annabelle breathes into more kisses.

  *

  Luke cuddles her and strokes her hair until dozing off to sleep. He’s still dressed but Annabelle slips carefully from his arms and leaves him to go and check her phone. It had jingled with a text message. She takes it from the kitchen counter and tucks her legs up in a lounge chair – the name Paul on the screen making her belly tingle with excitement. She clicks on the message.

  Paul: Hi Annabelle. Michael phoned and was raving about the lecture plan you did up for me. It’s all good as is. No need to tweak it at all. I should warn you about Michael and short skirts though.

  Annabelle is smiling huge as she types.

  Annabelle: What about Michael and short skirts?

  It takes less than a minute for the reply.

  Paul: Michael is an old letch. He was asking about you.

  Annabelle types right back.

  Annabelle: But won’t I be safe with you to take care of me?

  It takes longer for this next response.

  Paul: Yes. But what will I get for taking care of you Annabelle?

  Annabelle’s hands are shaking now.

  Annabelle: What would you want?

  There’s another long pause.

  Paul: What are you doing right now? Where are you exactly?

  Annabelle: I’m sitting on the lounge.

  Paul: Watching TV?

  Annabelle: No. Just texting you.

  Paul: Are you alone?

  Annabelle: Yes.

  Paul: Where’s your husband?

  Annabelle: He’s asleep.

  Annabelle holds her breath in anticipation of the next question. She’s staring at the screen but suddenly her phone vibrates and shows an incoming call from Paul. Her call tone goes off, shattering the silence of the house. She quickly accepts the call. “Hey….”

  “Hey….” Paul’s deep voice replies. “So you’re up all alone, huh?”

  “Hmm – for a while…. I think my husband will probably wake up again soon. He’s just having a nap.”

  “Ah – I see…. And are you ready for bed yet?”

  “Yeah, I’m nearly ready. I thought I might watch something for a little while.”

  “What are you going to watch?”

  “I don’t know…. What about you – are you watching TV?”

  “Yeah, in bed. I was watching stand-up comedy but I was glad to get your text and flicked the TV off…. So, are you in your pyjamas, Annabelle?”

  “Um – sort of…. I’m just wearing a satin robe.”

  “Oh yeah? Anything under it?”

  “Yes. Pants,” Annabelle answers, biting her smile now.

  “Pants, as in shorts or panties?”

  Annabelle squirms a hand between her legs. “Panties,” she tells the guy.

  “Nice….” he croons. “What about up top – are you wearing a bra?”

  “No, I don’t like wearing a bra at night. I don’t always need to wear one.”

  “Ah that’s good…. Very nice…. You’d look great braless, Annabelle. I love your tits.”

  “Mmm – really? You’re making me blush now.”

  T
he guy chuckles. “Yeah, but what kind of top are you going to wear for me on Monday? What about something tight and without a bra?”

  “Hmm – okay…. Or would you prefer an open blouse?” Annabelle asks sweetly. “I’ve got one I can wear that shows my breasts when there’s a button undone.”

  “Even better,” Paul tells her. “I’ll be doing well to control myself though.”

  Annabelle doesn’t respond. She’s just chewing her lip.

  “What does your husband think? Does he know you’re going to be dressing for me?”

  “Uh huh – he knows…..” Annabelle takes a big breath. “We’re kind of playing this game at the moment…. It’s kind of a married sex game, I suppose.”

  “Oh right. I see. Spicing things up with a bit of teasing and that.”

  “Hmm – more so teasing each other. Not the other men so much…. I mean – it doesn’t have to just be teasing for them.”

  “So – touching as well?” Paul asks.

  “Yes. And kissing,” Annabelle utters.

  “Oh yeah…. Do you like being kissed, Annabelle?”

  “Uh huh – I like it.”

  “What about when you’re technically at work?”

  “Hmm – not usually, but I won’t mind if it’s with you….”

  “Aw fuck – I want to crawl through this phone right now, Annabelle. Do you have any idea how hard my cock is?”

  “Um – how hard?” Annabelle asks sweetly. “I wish I could touch it….”

  There’s the sound of a deep breath and hard swallow. “Can I come over, Annabelle? Or meet me somewhere?”

  “But I can’t. I have to talk to my husband first…. I can tell him more about Monday now though, and you won’t need to control yourself, except from going too far with me that is.”

  There’s a low chuckle. “Oh yeah? And how far is too far?”

  Annabelle giggles. “That depends on my talk with Luke…. But what about me anyway? What are you going to wear for me?”

  There’s another chuckle. “What would you like me to wear?’

  “Um – a really tight shirt.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh huh…. I want to see your muscles – in your chest and your arms.”

  “You’ve got it, Annabelle. I have just the shirt for you.”

  “Mmm – goodie!” Annabelle chirps. “And can I touch too?”

  “Oh yeah – you can touch while I’m kissing you hello.”

  “Mmm – okay…. If you come to the door, you could come inside for a while before we leave…. If you want to.”

  “Hell yes – I want to…. I can’t wait to get hold of you, Annabelle…. I’ve been professional and polite at work so far, but I’ve thought a lot about this.”

  Annabelle’s blush rises and heats her face. “You have? But you never even talk to me.”

  “There’s a back entrance to the conference room that you sit facing at your work station. I know you can’t see in, but I often take a bit of reading down to that conference room and enjoy the view.”

  “You do? Oh my god – I never would have imagined…. You don’t mean creepy-like, do you?”

  Paul chuckles. “Can only see your face – your smile…. I hope that isn’t too creepy.”

  “Hmm – I guess,” Annabelle replies teasingly. “But hey – what about this work you’ve given me? Is this just a set-up to lure me out of the office? Does this mean you don’t really think my work is good?”

  “Hell no – it doesn’t mean that…. Well, yeah okay, it’s kind of a set-up I suppose…. The truth is that there’s no way I would have taken this lecturing gig other than to use it as an opportunity to get to spend some time with you, Annabelle…. You being perfect for this job is one hundred percent true. I can’t believe my luck having it land in my lap so I could offer it to you.”

  “Hmm – I see…. Well, I’m thinking I should get some leg as well now. I’m thinking a tight fitting shirt and shorts.”

  Paul laughs. “Deal…. Eight-thirty Monday morning. Will you make me a coffee?”

  “Okay,” Annabelle answers sweetly. “Eight-thirty!”

  “Alright – see you then, Annabelle. Have a good night.”

  “Okay. Goodnight, Paul….”

  Chapter 17

  On Sunday morning, Annabelle wakes to the feel of her husband sitting up in bed. He’s still fully dressed, having not woken the previous night. He kisses her head and leaves her to go back to sleep. An hour later the neighbour is mowing his lawn and the sun is glaring through a gap in the blinds.

  Annabelle is up and getting dressed when Luke stops in the bedroom doorway smiling at her. She has quickly covered herself and is holding her panties against her crotch. She keeps them in place and steps into her skirt, pulling it up then stepping into her panties.

  Luke approaches behind her and squeezes her shoulders, kissing her neck. “Is everything okay, baby?”

  “Uh huh…. I just don’t want you to see me completely waxed like this yet.”

  “Oh okay. I’m curious though.”

  “I know, Luke, but I did it especially for Paul, don’t forget. I think he should get the first look at me, and to be the one to feel how smooth and soft it is down there now…. We talked on the phone last night and he’s definitely interested.”

  “Really? You talked last night?”

  “Yes – after you went to sleep. It was so exciting. There’s no question something is going to happen with him. It’s more a question of how far he’s allowed to go with me…. I told him I had to talk to you about that.”

  “Oh right.” Luke gulps. “And this is the guy you wanted to do this for in the first place, isn’t it, baby?”

  Annabelle holds her husband’s arms around her, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “How would you feel about him having sex with me, Luke? I know he wants to.”

  “You mean actual sex?”

  Annabelle nods. “He’s not like Ryan or these other men. He’s more the type to take a woman to bed properly. He’s just more refined in that way.”

  Luke takes a breath and expels. “I don’t know, baby – I guess it really is only natural, but it would have to be with a condom, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes of course, Luke! Wow – it would definitely need to be with a condom now that I’ve just finished my period…. But he won’t mind that – as long as he gets to have me.”

  Annabelle’s husband holds her eyes for a long moment. She just waits for him to quite likely process the idea that is also vividly in her mind – that of a huge strong man on top of her – fully on top of her and between her legs. He maintains eye contact and gives a tiny nod, making her blush.

  “He’s going to come inside when he picks me up in the morning, but I don’t think it will happen then. I think it will be more likely to be when we get back in the afternoon. Maybe if I invited him in again then…?”

  Luke kisses her hair. “So, actually in bed? Is that what you’re thinking?”

  “Uh huh – it would be nice to lie down properly with him. I could put fresh sheets on the bed after we get up in the morning – just in case.”

  “Yeah, I’d rather it happened here than at his place or a hotel room or something. I’d want to know where you were and that you’re safe.”

  “Okay….” Annabelle utters, snuggling her head against her husband’s cheek while still watching him in the mirror. “So, do you want me to make sure it only happens here? Is that what you mean?”

  “Yeah…. I don’t think that’s too much to require of this guy…. You’ll be able to let him know I’ll wait and not come home until after he’s gone.” Luke kisses Annabelle’s hair again. “I’ll just drive around and check on his car in the driveway.”

  “Yes, and I could keep my bedside lamp turned on to let you know that we’re in here….” Annabelle’s blush rises again. “Or maybe we could even set the blinds a tiny bit open in case you wanted to sneak up and watch him having me…?”

  Luke swallows hard. �
�Yeah, I don’t know whether I’ll want to or not, baby.”

  “No – you won’t have to. But just in case…. It’s not as if anyone else would think to peep through the blinds. You can hardly even see the window from the road.”

  “Yeah, okay. We should leave them open an inch or two. I’ll have to see how I feel about everything at the time.”

  Annabelle bites a little grin. “Um – and do you think you could do one little thing to help, please?”

  “To help?”

  “Hmm – would you be able to buy another box of condoms for my drawer – just to be sure everything is ready?”

  “Sure. Of course. I think there’s plenty left…?”

  Annabelle snuggles her husband’s face again. “But could you buy extra-large? I think he’s pretty big – just judging by his package.”

  “Oh….” Luke gulps. “Right – extra-large, huh?”

  “Couldn’t you get them from the adult shop?” Annabelle goes on, wiggling back against her husband now. “You’re still taking me there today, aren’t you?”

  “Um. Yeah. Do you still want to?” Luke stammers.

  “Mmm – I’m feeling kind of thirsty,” Annabelle teases. “Maybe for a nice big creamy drink….” Luke’s cock noticeably firms against her bottom. “Wow – that really does it for you, huh? You want me to suck off another man again?”

  “Yeah….” Luke crushes her to him.

  “Hmm – and what else, Luke? What else do you want me to do for him?”

  Luke groans into Annabelle’s ear, “I want you to eat his load…. I want you to swallow a load from Mario.”

  “From Mario, huh? And just from him?”

  “And maybe a couple of others,” Luke goes on, grinding his cock against Annabelle’s bottom now. “I want to watch you, baby.”

  “Mmm okay, but not too many, alright?”

  “Okay – not too many. But definitely Mario…. I called him up and said we’d be dropping by one day soon. I didn’t say you would be doing the glory hole though – just that I was going to bring my wife along to check out the shop.”

  “Oh…. Well, maybe it would be better if you did tell him. That way he’d be expecting me, and I’d actually feel less nervous if it was sort of planned and arranged with him.”