Annabelle arches her back and tilts her pelvis for him. She grips the top of the shower screen with one hand and works her clit with her other. Luke holds her hips and slams into her. “Yeah, just take me,” she taunts back over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard.”
Luke’s cock is still numb. He’s rigid as timber but nowhere near losing it now. He rides his wife, bucking and grinding into her, pounding her hard and fast for short spells then just squirming against her with his cock all the way in. Her fingers are vibrating against her clit, her nails scratching the underside of his shaft. She suddenly cries out and her body convulses. Luke wraps his arms around her and holds her tight, still thrusting, quickly reaching his peak now. She reaches back to grip his head, keeping him in place against her back. He thrusts once, twice, and jams his cock up her, pulsing hard and gushing into the condom.
She squirms around in his arms and he kisses her, mashing forcefully and probing deep with his tongue. She giggles and turns her head. “No – I have to brush my teeth first. I just swallowed another load of Paul’s cum ten minutes ago.”
“Another load?” Luke questions.
“Uh huh. It was number three from him, plus two from his friend Michael.”
“Aw fuck, baby. So many! And after all those loads last night as well.”
“I know! Tell me about it,” Annabelle says, glaring playfully. Then she bites a little grin. “But I love getting to kiss all these different men’s balls afterwards…. I love them watching me do it.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ve noticed how much you like kissing their balls, baby.” Luke holds his wife close under the water. “But you never want to kiss mine like that, do you?”
“Um – no, I suppose that’s true,” Annabelle utters. She lies her head upon Luke’s shoulder, not looking at him. “Do you mind very much that I prefer these other men to you in that way, Luke? Just in this really dirty way…?”
“I’m kind of getting used to it,” Luke answers thoughtfully.
“Mmm – that’s good,” Annabelle breathes into his ear. “It’s probably best if you can just get used to it for a while. I’m much more excited about sucking their cocks than sucking yours…. If I had to choose whose cum I had to swallow between yours and Paul’s – I’d much rather swallow for Paul.”
Luke gulps. “Yeah, I know, baby. I understand all that.”
Annabelle kisses Luke softly. “Because he’s much more powerful than you are, Luke…. Sexually.”
Luke feels his face flush. “I know…. I could see how fucking huge he is in the photo you sent.”
“And I’d rather have his fingers in me – and his tongue inside me,” Annabelle goes on, breathing into more little kisses. “And I love the way he kisses. He could hardly walk five steps all day today without stopping and kissing me again.”
“So, he kisses better than me?” Luke asks, completely dazed and fully erect again.
“Hmm – maybe a little, but it’s only an experience thing…. His friend Michael kisses really nicely as well. He’s more aggressive about it. Paul left him with me for a while at that bar today and he spent the whole time with his tongue in my mouth while everyone in the bar was watching…. Although I didn’t really like him much. He’s sort of full of himself and a bit pushy. I wouldn’t like to end up alone in private with him.”
Annabelle turns off the water and goes to the wash basin to brush her teeth. Luke dries off and goes to the bedroom, waiting for his wife to join him there. He doesn’t much like the sound of this Michael. When Annabelle comes in he picks up where she left off about the guy.
“So, baby, this Michael sounds a bit different to what we spoke about with these other men. If he’s even older than Paul and you don’t feel safe with him…?”
“I know. I didn’t expect to be with him at all. It just sort of happened. But he won’t even be there on Friday because he’s got something on interstate – which is sort of why Paul’s helping him out.” Annabelle rests back beside Luke and gives him another little kiss. “Plus I always felt safe with Paul to take care of me…. What girl wouldn’t, right?”
“Yeah, it was hard for me all day not knowing if you were okay,” Luke says.
Annabelle strokes down his chest. “You definitely don’t have to worry if I’m with a man like Paul.” She squeezes Luke’s cock through his boxers. It surges again. “He’s so well hung too, Luke. Both his cock and his balls are massive. Each one of his loads were really big and so much to swallow….. I can’t wait to be with him again.”
“Yeah, that’s Friday, right?”
“Um – he said he might want to take me out one night through the week. Maybe even tomorrow, I think.”
“Oh…. Like, to take you out where?”
“He said for dinner and to see a show or something. Which would be fun to dress me up for him – what do you think?”
“I think yes definitely,” Luke says. The idea of waiting while Annabelle is out with this guy again is exhilarating – painful for sure, but his heart is already thumping with excitement at the prospect. “I could just head down to the pub again after work – grab a meal there.”
“Hmm – okay. I’ll have to wait and see tomorrow when I have lunch with him at work. He said he was going to see if he could get seats to some play or whatever.”
Luke nods and strokes his wife’s hair upon his chest. “So, it will be a date?”
Annabelle doesn’t respond right away. After a moment she peers up. “This is my kind of thing, Luke…. We can still do your thing too though – at that adult shop…. Do you still want that?”
“I don’t know, baby. Do you?”
Annabelle bites a lip. “Maybe one more time? We already said Wednesday at eight. And it would just be Mario and those two young guys again.”
“Okay just once more then,” Luke agrees with his wife. “And after that it will be with this guy Paul, right? Not with any more of his friends or anything?”
Annabelle nods, smiling. “Perfect,” she agrees and wiggles closer to cuddle up tight.
Luke holds his pretty wife and listens to her breathing settle. His is still churning over the pictures in mind of her being kissed and fingered by this man from her work. The thought of him taking her on a date has him staring at the ceiling well into the night before finally succumbing to sleep.
Chapter 24
The work morning is going well for Luke. He’s feeling fresh after a short but sound sleep. He left Annabelle getting ready for her work day, parting with a nice cuddle and kiss. It’s during his lunch break that thoughts of the past few weeks work their way back into the forefront of his mind. The roller-coaster ride has him dreading the idea of trying to handle waiting while Annabelle is with this guy again. He’s in the grip of a severe burst of negativity when his phone buzzes with a text from his wife.
Annabelle: Paul couldn’t get tickets so it will just be dinner at a restaurant. He’s picking me up at seven.
Luke: So just dinner?
Annabelle: He said here in the city. Somewhere he eats regularly.
Annabelle: He took my panties off me and said I’m not to wear any tonight.
Luke: He took them?
Annabelle: At lunch. Under the table. I’m so glad I waxed for him. He keeps telling me how much he loves it.
Luke swallows hard – staring at his phone. It buzzes again.
Annabelle: He’s been finding ways to kiss me all morning. I’m so wet for him.
Luke: You’re killing me with this baby
It takes a few minutes for the reply.
Annabelle: Do you like it?
Luke gulps and huffs a breath.
Luke: No
Another long minute passes.
Annabelle: ?
Luke’s gut unravels, a calm determination welling up within as he suddenly sees the problem here. He hits call. The phone rings too long before Annabelle answers.
“Luke! He’s right here!” Her voice is hushed.
“I don’t giv
e a fuck where he is. I’ve got something to say and you need to hear it, baby. Right now.”
There’s a shuffling of movement and a door squeals open. “Okay – what is it?” Annabelle asks, still hushed but clearer now.
“You’re not dating the guy, baby. I’m putting my foot down on this and it’s not negotiable.”
“Huh?” Annabelle utters. “But I thought…?”
“Baby, I’m just not into the lack of control. This guy is setting the agenda – our agenda!”
It takes Annabelle a moment to respond. “So, are you saying I have to put him off – to just end this with him?”
Luke measures a breath. “I know you don’t want to do that, Annabelle, but is it up to me? If I say he’s gone, will you do that for me?”
“Yes.” There’s a waver in Annabelle’s voice. She sniffles. “Of course I will, Luke.”
Luke’s chest tingles with the thrill of control and masculine power. “I don’t want you to end it completely, baby. I just want you to deny him tonight…. He’s not getting a date with you…. I’m not giving him that – understand?”
There’s another sniffle but Annabelle’s voice is edged with interest as she asks, “You’re not?”
“Make up an excuse and put him off for tonight, baby. I’ll explain when I see you at home…. Trust me, okay? I love you.”
Luke clicks off his phone without letting his wife respond. He puts on his utility belt and hammers out a solid three hour afternoon wiring up a new house. He then drives over to the adult shop.
“Luke! What do you need? Name it!” Mario greets cheerily and offers his entire shop with a grandiose hand gesture.
“Hey, Mario. I’ll actually take your advice on an oversized vibrator for the wife now that I think about it.”
“Ah! Check it out?” Mario enthuses and produces a box from beneath the counter he’s standing behind. “Big but not….” He waves a dismissive hand at his wall of dildos, some of which are ridiculously large. The one he’s showing Luke is plain and life-like. It’s longer and thicker than Luke’s own erection.
“Perfect,” Luke says and pulls out his wallet. While Mario is completing the transaction Luke adds, “By the way, man, we won’t be coming over tomorrow night. That was a one off, I’m afraid.”
Mario holds up a silencing hand. “Wise man.”
“Yeah, I just don’t want to be getting into that sort of thing with Annabelle.”
Mario shrugs knowingly and gives a wink. “Once only ever is best. Keeps it as something exciting to remember, eh?”
“Thanks, man,” Luke says and gets back in his truck. His rush of masculine power and pride has been humming away inside all afternoon and only builds if anything on the drive home.
Annabelle is in the kitchen. She watches him approach the back door, her eyes fixed upon his. He strides in without his usual shower or anything and takes her into his arms, kissing her hard – her mouth firmly closed and her eyes kind of wild now. She wriggles from his grasp and glares at him – brows raised demandingly in question.
Luke grabs a beer from the fridge and sits at the breakfast counter. Annabelle is leaning back against the sink with her arms folded.
“Did you cancel tonight, baby?”
Annabelle nods. “Why, Luke? What’s going on?”
“I suddenly realized when you texted about him telling you it would be a restaurant in the city.” Luke swigs some beer.
“Realized what?” Annabelle prompts impatiently.
“That I don’t like waiting around when you’re out with another man. That simply doesn’t work for me. I won’t allow it.”
Annabelle frowns.
“Sorry, baby. It’s a deal breaker….”
“A deal breaker?”
Luke nods. “You need to see the line, Annabelle…. I’m up for this, but the instant you confide in this guy over me you will end our marriage. You will. Not him – you!”
Annabelle’s face is red now. Her eyes are welling with tears. “What? I haven’t confided in him over you. I don’t talk about you at all. I refuse to when he tries.”
“Yeah, I figured that much, baby. But this is dangerous shit for us. It’s fucking exciting but it’s dangerous…. I need you to understand my limit. You have to know up front what I’m willing to allow, and I’m not allowing this guy to date you or to make any plans what so ever…. I’m willing to use him, and that’s the extent of it.”
“To use him?’” Annabelle echoes weakly. “For what?”
“Just sex,” Luke reads from the clarity of his deliberations that day. “He can enjoy sex with you, but no restaurants or fucking carnivals…. I’m not letting another man date my wife and try to woo her away from me. Fuck that! You’re only human and a really sweet woman, baby. You won’t be able to resist that kind of attention from a man and you’ll end up over that line I told you about – and we’ll be finished – our marriage will be destroyed.” Luke huffs a huge breath and shakes his head. “And ultimately it will be my fault for letting it happen.”
Annabelle is still standing rigid with her arms folded across her chest. Luke is fast running out of steam and needs to break the tension – create some space to think.
He gets off the stool he’s sitting on and turns away, stopping before leaving the room and turning back to meet the wide, teary eyes of his wife. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, Annabelle. That first guy – Ryan – he was actually okay. What happened with him and you was a shock at first but it’s just awesomely erotic and sexy now…. I think it’s best if we set up something here with this other guy as well. On our terms…. Or not…? I’m going to have a shower.”
Chapter 25
It takes Annabelle about three seconds to decide to barge into her husband’s shower. He’s still undressing. She stands in the doorway watching. He glances a few times but doesn’t stop what he’s doing and gets in the shower, pulling the glass door closed but not quite all the way.
Annabelle sniffles and swallows at the knot in her throat. “Did you really mean that, Luke?”
“Mean what, baby? I meant everything I said.”
“That our marriage would be over if I confided in Paul about something?”
“Yes…. It’s not a threat – just a fact.”
“What’s the difference?”
Luke looks around the glass door. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it. It wouldn’t be a choice for things to be over…. I can handle Ryan cumming inside you but I wouldn’t be able to touch you again if you ever had an intimate secret or trust with another man. It’s just the way it is, baby. It’s the fire we’re playing with here.”
“An intimate secret or trust?” Annabelle echoes, although she doesn’t need an explanation. “I don’t think I could ever be completely cold with a man who was kissing me, Luke. Let alone doing more than that.”
“I know, baby. It’s up to me not to put you in a position. That’s my responsibility.”
“Well, what the hell are you actually saying then, Luke? If I cross this line then we’re finished, but it’s up to you to make sure I don’t cross it? That’s crazy!”
“Not really…. You’re not the only one playing with fire. It’s the same fire – we’re just playing with it in a different way…. I have to protect you from this guy taking too much. I don’t think you’ll be able to stop yourself falling for him in a way. That’s why I won’t allow the dating thing.”
“Oh really? I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, huh?” Annabelle challenges.
Luke looks around the glass again. “That’s right, baby…. The way he’s kissing you….”
Annabelle’s blush rises with the undeniable truth of that. It had been so hard to tell Paul she couldn’t go out with him. She had hated her husband for forcing her to do it. She is already falling for the guy.
“Well, the obvious solution is to just stop this completely,” she says. “I don’t want to risk our marriage, Luke. This is just crazy.”
Luke exits the sh
ower and quickly towels off. He wraps the towel around his waist and kisses Annabelle’s cheek. “Come on, I’m hungry. Can we eat?”
Annabelle gets their meals set at the table and they eat quietly, opening a bottle of wine. Talk is mundane – the need to find time to visit Luke’s parents one day soon and maybe get around to repainting the kitchen or even giving it a make-over, as they have previously talked about. Just sipping wine with the meal finished and silence having returned, Luke places his hand over Annabelle’s and squeezes. She meets his smile. Her phone buzzes with a text. It’s on the end of the table beside Luke. He picks it up and hands it to Annabelle, glancing at the screen.
Annabelle sees it’s from Paul. She doesn’t know what to do and looks to Luke. He gives a little nod.
Paul: Balls full and heavy. Missing your sweet lips tonight. Any chance of a late night BJ? I’m not far.
Luke is tilting to see the screen and Annabelle shows him – her blush rising. Luke nods, drawing a deep breath. The phone buzzes again.
Paul: Highway exit in 15 minutes. Just passing. Let me know? Can still smell you on these panties. Balls seriously ready to burst.
They look up from the text together. Annabelle’s heart is thumping – her face on fire. Luke swallows hard. “I’m okay with it if you want to do it…. I don’t really want to burn him completely until we talk about this some more.”
Annabelle’s blush grows deeper still. “He usually fingers me while I’m doing it…. He has each time so far.”
Luke nods slowly, gesturing to the phone. “You could tell him I’m about to get in the shower so he’ll only be able to park for 10 minutes. Then if you wait on the porch and get him to park in the driveway, I can watch from the attic window.”
Annabelle’s skin is alight with the sudden excitement of performing a sexual service while her husband watches. She can’t think how this fits into the conversation they’re in the middle of. She can’t get her mind to work at all, and she starts typing.
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