“I wouldn’t ever try to hold you to that, Luke.” Annabelle’s voice is still soft and plain. She turns to look back at him. “I wish I never even said that. Every minute of this is us together – or not at all…. I’ll call in the morning and tell Paul I can’t see him. The lecture thing is all organized. I don’t need to be there for that.”
Luke looks at his wife in the dark. Right now, he just feels relief. He moves close behind her again, placing his hand upon her waist. “Thank you, baby.”
She pulls his hand up back between her breasts and cuddles his arm there. “I just love you,” she utters, kissing his fingers again.
Chapter 20
Luke wakes alone at six in the morning. Annabelle’s side of the bed has been straightened and tucked in. There’s the sound of the TV on low volume coming from the living room and the smell of bacon. He pulls on a dressing gown and wanders out to the kitchen, finding his wife at the stove and cuddling behind her.
She snuggles her head back. “Hungry?”
“Yeah, I am actually.”
“Me too. I’m starving,” Annabelle says. “I was thinking I might do a big shopping today. Is there anything you especially want for dinner this week? Or for breakfast or your lunches?”
“I don’t know, baby. I like your surprises best.”
Annabelle giggles. “Okay, I’ll think of some things we haven’t had lately.”
Luke remains behind his wife just holding her shoulders while she fries bacon and grills sausages.
“Do you want some coffee?” she asks sweetly and moves from him to pour it.
Luke takes the mug and sips. He rests back against the breakfast counter where two plates are set with cutlery. “So, is everything okay, baby? About last night?”
It takes a few seconds for Annabelle to respond. She glances back over her shoulder. “I think we probably went far enough with all that, Luke. Hopefully not too far.”
“We definitely didn’t go too far,” Luke says instantly.
Annabelle glances again but doesn’t add anything.
Luke’s chest tightens – his heart beginning to thump. “What did he say – the guy from your work?”
Annabelle checks her watch. “It’s too early to call yet. I’m waiting until seven.” She looks back more directly. “It makes no difference what he thinks or says, Luke. We’re none of his business, and I’ll be ditching my job completely after our vacation if you manage to get me pregnant.” Her voice had shifted from matter-of-fact to a playful tease in that sentence.
Luke’s thumping heart tingles with warmth and desire for his amazing and beautiful wife. “What do you mean if I get you pregnant? I’m definitely knocking you up, baby. You just wait and see.”
Annabelle giggles, flashing a smile and waggling her brows. “Promise?”
“Hell yes, I promise!”
Luke moves behind her again. She has everything ready to serve but rubs back against him anyway. He kisses her exposed neck and feels her breasts through her satin robe and pyjamas. “Luke!” she complains, but it’s really just a moan as she squirms her bottom against his erection.
Luke searches in through her robe and slips his hand down her pyjama shorts. The incredibly soft skin of her vulva shocks him – the slickness of her tender folds makes his heart thump again. He parts her labia and feels into her with his middle finger. She’s holding his wrist but not denying him at all. He swirls around inside of her and her searing hot juice drips from his knuckle. “Aw fuck, baby, that’s um….”
“Hmm – not now, Luke. I’m too hungry and this is all ready.” She has pushed his arm away and quickly straightens her pyjamas. Then she goes about serving breakfast without looking at Luke again.
“You feel amazing waxed like that, baby,”
She smiles and nods, still without meeting Luke’s eyes. She re-sets their plates and sits up on a stool, glancing at her watch again.
Luke eats his breakfast just watching his wife’s face. It takes her a while but she eventually returns a glance and does so with a smile. He waits another long moment before addressing what he’s thinking. “You were extremely wet just then, Annabelle.” He rarely uses her actual name.
She blushes and does a little shrug.
“Is that about what we’ve been doing – or what we were just talking about?”
Annabelle opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Her eyes suddenly well with tears.
Luke puts down his knife and fork and arches his hands above his plate wringing them together. Annabelle has stopped eating and is pushing food around on her plate. She’s not crying, just controlling a sniffle. “I don’t mean to think about it,” she says softly. “I just couldn’t sleep, and with having to call the guy, it’s all just in my head at the moment.” She fills her fork and shakes her head. “It’ll be done once I make the call….”
Luke’s fingers are sticky. He’s resting his chin on his clenched hands and can smell his wife’s juices. His cock had deflated but it flexes beneath the loose boxers and robe he’s wearing. He huffs a breath. “Fucking roller-coaster ride, that’s for sure,” he says, shaking his head as well. Annabelle is looking directly at him now. “I don’t know, baby…. I think it’s just it all being so fast with this dude – like with the one from your old school…. Maybe if we could take it a bit slower?”
Annabelle’s gaze has dropped to her plate but she’s just toying with her food again.
Luke rubs his hands together, his mind ticking over as the excitement of the past few weeks floods his bloodstream. “What if you still go to this thing but maybe not invite him in this first time at least? Just let’s see how it feels with you being alone with one of these guys but not going too far? I think it’s the being alone together thing that’s freaking me out so much. Especially after the webcam clip from last time.”
Annabelle mimics Luke’s hand arching. She measures her response. “How far was too far in the clip?”
Luke knows this answer without having to think. “His cock in your pussy,” he states simply. “I’m not saying never though – just that it happened a bit too quickly for me that time…. I mean, it’s still exciting to think about, and it’s mostly a positive feeling for me…. It’s just that I’ve never even seen this Paul guy. I’ve never even laid eyes on him.”
“Okay…” Annabelle utters, frowning in thought. “So, would you actually want to meet him first?”
“Um – no, not to actually meet him…. I didn’t want to meet that first guy either, and the one at that bar just sort of happened, but I ended up wanting to at least check him out a bit.” Luke rubs his chin and face. “I’m not sure how I’ll feel yet, but I think if it was just with some limits at first I’d probably feel less freaked – if that makes any sense.”
“Yes, it does. I think I understand,” Annabelle offers. Her eyes have sparked up again. She does a little mock grimace. “So, I should go on this trip with Paul today? Just to do the lecture with him and then come straight home?”
Luke takes a breath and nods. “I’m feeling more positive about it now…. I don’t think I really wanted to stop everything completely.”
“Hmm – okay.” Annabelle’s smile is in full bloom again. She quickly finishes eating and takes their plates. “I’ll go and try on my outfit for today – see what you think.”
Luke’s own plan for the day is formulating. He’s thinking about all the sick days he has owing and doesn’t feel like having to put up with the distraction of an apprentice. His gut is churning with nervous excitement about his wife with this other man again, and he wants to be free to indulge in whatever emotions he’s going to have to deal with wondering what’s happening between them. He just texts his boss and gets a response immediately that wishes him well.
Annabelle comes from the bedroom wringing her hands in front. Luke’s heart thumps at sight of her. The little grey skirt she’s wearing looks even shorter than the first time he saw it. It reveals her full thigh gap. She sits up on her sto
ol and Luke doesn’t even need to tilt his head to see her crotch. Her panties are white satin with a pretty lace trim around the edges – the lace extending above the tiny patch of satin and her pink skin visible through it – the top of her slit visible as a slightly darkened indentation. All of this is clearly on display with the tiny skirt stretched taut across her slender thighs and not even covering her bottom, as is apparent in how high the garment has ridden up at the sides.
Luke’s cock has firmed. “What about when you cross your legs – do your panties still show?”
Annabelle nods and crosses her legs to demonstrate. The view is then limited to a small triangle of lace with the indentation of her slit still clearly visible. She uncrosses her legs and rubs down to her knees. “Is this okay?”
Luke swallows hard and nods. He then leans forward and has a look down the front of Annabelle’s blouse. The matching white satin and lace bra is less revealing than the one she modelled the other day. It’s very pretty though, and offers a view of nipple through the lace – the blouse gaping quite a lot with just the one button undone.
“He’s going to go nuts for you, baby…. I mean, I know he will have his hands all over you at some point…. I’m expecting that much.”
“Uh huh – me too,” Annabelle utters. “I can’t wait for him to get here now but I’m also too nervous.” She looks around. “I’ve still got two hours to wait. I think I might get changed and go for a jog.”
“Oh okay. Good idea…. I’m just going to get dressed and take off. I’m not going to work today though, so I’ll just take your car, okay?”
“Oh? You’re not working?”
“No, I’m too nervous too, baby. I’m going for a drive down the coast – just get out on the highway and try to chill.”
Chapter 21
Annabelle is standing on her front porch when Paul Jamison pulls up in her driveway. She has her trusty favourite cardigan in her hand, strategically covering her bare upper thighs, and she keeps it in place as she hurries to the passenger side of the car. She is there waiting before Paul has had time to get out and open her door. He leans across and does so, beaming a smile as she slips into the soft leather seat – bare against her panty-covered bottom – her cardigan still strategically in place.
“Hi,” she sings cheerily while fastening her seatbelt. “Can we get going, please?”
Paul peers at the house, seemingly looking for her husband’s face in one of the windows, and backs out to zoom off up the street.
Annabelle’s plan is to break the expectation she had given the guy with her texting and the phone call. She needs to backtrack in order to meet the new limitations she has agreed to with her husband. She’s actually quite pleased to do so, feeling as though she had indeed gone too far too fast with this man she hardly knows.
He seems to have picked up on things quickly. After a question or two about why they had to leave so hurriedly he has settled into discussion about the lecture, seeming really quite nervous about it.
Annabelle had brushed his questions about their quick getaway. “Actually, you were right – I was worried about my husband seeing us, but he wasn’t there. I just wanted to be gone before he got back from down the street.”
“Oh, I see…. Didn’t want to be caught in that hot little skirt, huh? It looks every bit as short as you said it would be.”
“Oh this?” Annabelle concedes, blushing, and she folds her cardigan and puts it on the back seat. She has turned to do that and Paul is looking at her crotch.
“Yeah, now that’s much better,” he says. “Ooh that’s nice, Annabelle. That’s sexy.”
“Hmm – I’m glad you think so,” Annabelle utters, plucking a little at her hem but not pulling it down at all. She has her knees together but the seat is deep and they’re slightly raised. She can feel the full depth of her crotch exposed and she can also feel how wet she is. She’s been dripping all morning in anticipation of the man seated beside her. “I like your shirt,” she tells him. It’s a plain green polo shirt contoured to the muscle in his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves are stretched tight around huge biceps.
He gives her a smile then tilts to look at her crotch again. “Those are pretty too. Did you choose them especially for me?”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle utters, her blush rising a little more. She lets the warm tingly feeling wash over her. “I was thinking of you when I bought this skirt and these panties, Paul. I hoped you would like them.”
“Oh, I do,” Paul goes on and tilts for another look. “Fuck yeah….” he groans. “Every guy in the company want a look up your skirt, Annabelle. You’ve got great legs – fantastic thighs that you never show.” He grins up to meet her eyes. “You’re already wet too.” He tilts for another look. “Can see the shape of your slit – all the way down…. Fucking amazing.”
Annabelle takes a breath. “But you’re not allowed to fuck me, okay?”
“No? Sure looks like you want me to.”
“I did but I’ve changed my mind.”
The guy chuckles. “I’ve heard of women doing that.”
“Well, now you’re experiencing it,” Annabelle tosses back. “I brought slacks in case you can’t handle it.” She fishes in her shoulder bag and extracts a pair of black pants. “Would you advise me to put them on?” she asks her smiling driver.
“Might not be a bad idea with Michael around. I think I can handle this lovely view though.” He has another deliberate look at Annabelle’s panties. “So – look but don’t touch, huh?”
Annabelle thinks carefully about how to respond to that. She meets the man’s eyes. “Can I just be open with you, Paul?”
Paul nods. “Of course. Open would be good since I don’t really get what’s happening here. With you being a married woman obviously.” He looks at Annabelle’s left hand and wedding rings, shrugging the question.
“My husband and I are playing a sexy game with each other. I’ve been dressing up a bit and he’s been letting other men see me and enjoy me a little bit.”
“Enjoy you?” Paul questions immediately.
“Yes,” Annabelle answers simply.
“Enjoy you in what way exactly?”
“Um…. I don’t really want to give details…. Just to a certain level and no more.” Annabelle edges around to be facing Paul. His eyes lower to her crotch again – her knees having parted slightly. “It’s not just teasing with you other men though. My husband’s been letting me go as far as oral sex so far…. We’ve just discussed what’s happening and decided to not go any further than that at the moment.”
Paul’s large hand closes over Annabelle’s lower thigh. He glances from the highway. She has closed her eyes and taken a breath, but she opens to find him looking at her face. “I like the idea of oral,” he says. “That’s a fair enough limit.”
Annabelle smiles through her blush and tries not to arch upward too obviously as Paul squeezes a little higher up her thigh. “Although I think it should be something for later – not until after work,” she tells him.
The concentration in his expression relaxes and he smiles again. “So – look but don’t touch until after work, huh? Sounds fair enough too.”
Annabelle places her hand upon his, holding it still while she leans forward and taps on the radio, scanning for a good travel music channel. She finds one and rests back in the soft leather seat, still with her hand upon Paul’s. They have stopped in a line of traffic waiting at road works. He holds her eyes and reaches for her, stroking her face and cupping the back of her head. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he pulls her close. His lips touch hers softly at first. She opens for him and he breathes into her, pressing more firmly and tilting as he deepens the kiss.
Annabelle relaxes into this new man – into the scent and powerful essence of him. She opens wide and caresses his tongue in her mouth. She has a hand clutched to her chest and she slips a button through its hole. She’s now holding his wrist with her other hand. His fingers are spre
ad and pressing close to her crotch. She relaxes her hold and one of them strokes through her slit. He probes deeper with his tongue at the same time. She melts completely into him, allowing him to tilt her head back and move over her. He just softly strokes her pussy and continues taking her mouth. She releases his wrist and clutches his shirt, feeling the ripped definition of his pecs and digging her nails in a bit.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since the day you started at work, Annabelle.” He has relented and lifted to nuzzle her face and look into her eyes.
“Have you really?” she asks, taking a couple of breaths while she can. “I didn’t think you knew I existed,” she goes on with a giggle into his next soft kiss.
“I know…. I’ve gotten into too much trouble in the past misbehaving at work…. I’m good at feigning disinterest and professionalism now.” Cars are pulling out and driving around them. Paul’s eyes roll to check out what’s happening up ahead. There’s a green light in the distance. He takes Annabelle’s mouth once more – his kiss still soft but deepening as well. Annabelle can’t help melting into it but squeezes her thighs together as he gropes more firmly between them.
Paul suddenly lifts from her and refastens his seatbelt. He pulls into the passing line of traffic. Annabelle can feel the fabric of her panties creased into her pussy and she discretely fixes them while he isn’t looking. She checks her hair in the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, moving her legs around straight and tugging her skirt down a little as she settles.
Paul has a look at her breasts through her open blouse. He boldly reaches across and slips a hand in through the gaping neckline, covering one breast and squeezing it. She claims his wrist again but doesn’t push him away. “It’s supposed to be no touching,” she says with a mock glare.
He thumbs her erect little nipple before extracting his hand. “It’s amazing your husband’s okay with this.”
“He’s an amazing guy,” Annabelle states frankly.
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