Annabelle: Husband just got in the shower. 20 minutes until he’s out. Park in my driveway. Hurry!
She shows Luke the message and presses send when he nods. He reaches for her under the table and squeezes her thigh. “Should I get changed for him?” she asks. She’s wearing a comfortable old floral print house frock.
Luke touches the leg of her panties at her hip and hooks a finger, tugging. “Let me have the pleasure instead of him?”
Annabelle sucks in a breath and lifts her bottom. Her husband pulls her panties down over her knees and from her ankles. She touches her chest. “I’m not wearing a bra.”
“I know….” Luke leans across the edge of the table and kisses her softly. “We’ll talk more after he’s gone, okay?”
Annabelle gulps and nods herself. “I’ll tell him to go right after he’s…. After um….”
“I know, baby…. Are you sure you want to though? He said he’s backed up. I know how that feels.”
Luke’s grinning just a little. Annabelle can’t help doing so as well.
“I don’t mind…. I like it from him, don’t forget. Except it hurts my jaw because of how thick he is.”
“And you’ve got such a pretty little mouth that’s very hard for me to share like this,” Luke adds, bending to kiss her again. He’s standing and leaves her sitting there at their dining table.
Annabelle hears the attic trapdoor open then the creak of the ladder as her husband climbs. He has left her panties on the table but she scrunches them in her pocket, thinking of the chance she will need something to clean up with.
The porch has an open view of the street, but tall hedges along the driveway offer some privacy from the neighbour on that side. Annabelle walks to the post box and checks it. She’s not feeling nervous, other than this new worry deep down that this whole thing is a huge mistake. She looks up at the porthole window of the attic and does a little wave and smile, although the glass is reflective and she can’t see Luke there at all. As soon as she sits on the step Paul’s car noiselessly sweeps around and pulls up right in front of her.
He’s smiling huge. She walks to the passenger door and he leans across to open it. She glances up at the window again before slipping into the seat and immediately being claimed by a powerful arm.
“Fuck I’m hungry for you, beautiful,” Paul growls into her neck. “Are you hungry too? Or thirsty?”
“I’m thirsty,” Annabelle utters but her mouth is suddenly covered and Paul’s tongue probes deep.
“Aw fuck – so slick too,” he groans as his finger penetrates her vagina and the heel of his hand mashes her swollen clit. “Love how ready you are, beautiful. You’ve been waiting, huh?”
“Uh huh – but we have to hurry,” Annabelle breathes into the man’s mouth.
He pulls back from her mouth and looks her over. He has her across his lap facing him. “I’m primed to blow already – been stroking it while driving.” He quickly checks around in the still broad daylight. “Here – let me have a look at you,” he says and pulls her dress up to her belly. “Aw fuck yeah – so fucking beautiful,” he groans and pushes the dress up higher to reveal her breasts.
Annabelle gazes through the windshield up at the attic window. She is turned onto her back and allows her legs to be spread open. Paul takes her mouth again as he inserts fingers into her and starts banging urgently. His penetrations are short and sharp, his palm slapping loudly against her and hammering her clit until her orgasm erupts in her belly and has her crushing his arm with her thighs.
Paul’s cock is hard against Annabelle’s back. He feels beneath her for it. She quickly scoots back and takes the head into her mouth. She grips the fat shaft, unable to close her fingers around it as it surges up and down and probes her throat. She pushes against the guy’s groin and holds him away enough as he grips her hair and thrusts one last time. “Hnnn…nnn…” she moans as the powerful jets of semen spurt to flood her mouth. She swallows hard, then has to do so again. “Mmm – I love that from you, Paul. You taste so strong.” She swallows again at the powerful taste, kissing down and up the exposed portion of his cock – the base and his balls still concealed in his trousers. She peers up. “Can I kiss them – just quickly?”
He smiles and lifts to push his clothing out of the way, pulling a leg from his trousers and underwear, then sitting back against the door and opening his legs wide. “There you go. Is that better?’
“Mmm – you shaved them?” Annabelle asks excitedly and she lifts his balls and rubs them with her face, over her closed mouth and nose. “Mmm – they’re so huge,” she moans and she kisses one then the other, looking up through the windscreen again.
Paul is looking back over his shoulder. “There’s some people just here, Annabelle.”
Annabelle peeps up over the back of the seat and sees her neighbours chatting by the roadside in plain view, one of them looking over curiously. “You had better go,” she says, also checking the house but deliberately not looking up at the window with Paul now watching her. She sits up and tugs her dress into place.
“So – no panties at work tomorrow?” Paul teases.
“No, Paul! That was crazy today. Everyone knew!”
“What – about you being nude beneath your skirt?”
“No – about you harassing me all day.” Annabelle opens the door and slips out while her neighbours aren’t looking. She walks around to Paul’s window and waves, feigning innocence as they turn to look.
“So, what about another night? I’d like to take you out properly,” Paul asks warmly. “I mean this is great, but I’d love to have you dressed up and perfumed.”
Annabelle’s blush fires up. She keeps her voice down. “I told you I can’t…. My husband won’t allow that.”
Paul nods. “Okay fair enough. Wouldn’t want to screw up your marriage.”
“Exactly!” Annabelle says and pretends to check the house again. “Now you have to go! See you tomorrow.”
Paul backs out. Annabelle stays there waving openly for the neighbours to see. Luke is waiting when she goes inside. He pulls her into a cuddle and kisses her hair.
“That was so hot, baby. You’re amazing.”
Annabelle just snuggles his face and relaxes into his embrace. She rests her head upon his shoulder. “I can’t believe how much cum he made me swallow, Luke. He must have been so horny all day.”
“I can’t believe how sexy you looked kissing his balls afterwards, baby. I came everywhere when I saw you do that and look up at me. I wish you’d do it for me sometime.”
“You came?” Annabelle checks, her skin tingling with surprise. “You were…? Like, while you were watching?”
“Yeah, of course,” Luke breathes into her hair. “I jacked off watching you down there in his car last night as well.”
Annabelle pushes back to find her husband’s face. “Last night?”
He’s smiling, and shrugs with that. “I was here all the time. I mean – I went for a drive in the morning, but I got back early and stayed home all afternoon. I was watching from the attic when you were parked in the driveway for ages. It must have been nearly an hour he had you there…. I can’t remember what put me over the edge and made me cum. The whole thing was incredible to watch.”
Annabelle leads into the dining room. “But you said you hated yesterday.” She takes a mouthful of wine and swirls before swallowing, washing down the lingering taste of Paul’s cum.
“No – I only hate it when I don’t know what’s going on, baby. It’s completely different when I can see or at least know where you are and what’s happening. It’s amazingly hot to be able to actually watch. It feels like it’s so much more about us instead of you and him…. That was incredible with you knowing I was there and looking at me sometimes.”
Luke has gulped his wine and pours more for them both. They go into the lounge and sit facing one another.
“Okay – so, you like me to be with Paul as long as you’re here watching or even just
nearby?”
“Yeah, I think I’d be fine just hiding somewhere…. I mean, not in the wardrobe though.” Luke chuckles. “No – I was just thinking about it and I’ve actually got an idea if we decide to continue with this.”
“Oh yeah? What idea?” Annabelle asks, interested.
Luke frowns in thought, rubbing his mouth and chin. “How about we go back to the question of whether or not we should keep going with this, and then if we decide to, I’ll share my idea?”
Annabelle shrugs and takes a sip of wine. “I’m all ears…. I’m so confused about this.”
Luke draws a big breath and gathers her free hand, intertwining fingers. “If I leave you alone with another man – someone like that big dude who just drove away – there’s no way you are going to resist developing feelings for him. There’s just no way, because you’re really sweet and loving and giving – physically and emotionally in that way. And there’s also no way the guy is going to resist developing feelings for you if he has you alone and is taking you out and enjoying your company and that…. So the main point is that I can’t let that happen…. Not the intimate alone time…. Can you see that, baby?”
Annabelle nods. “I can see that…. It’s true. I already feel something for Paul. It was really hard for me to break the date tonight and I was angry with you for making me do it.”
“Right….” Paul takes another big breath. “So I already made the mistake…. But did I pick up on it quickly enough?”
Annabelle has already considered this question. She holds her husband’s worried eyes firmly. “Yes you did pick up on it early enough. I’m just reacting to his kissing and cuddling…. You’re right – I’d react the same way to any attractive man.”
Luke nods. “And did it feel any different just now, knowing that I don’t want you to fall for him and that I was right here inside the house?”
“Of course. I was fully aware of you being there at that window, and there’s no way I’m falling for the guy. No way!”
Luke smiles and squeezes Annabelle’s hand. “That’s great, baby. And now for the big question….” He takes a gulp of wine. “Did you still get off on the physical – just being with a big muscle dude for sex?”
Annabelle’s blush rises and she has to bite down on a smile.
“You did, didn’t you?” her husband presses teasingly. “You loved it!”
“I did. I loved it, and I got off on you being there to see how much I loved it.”
“Yes!” Luke cheers. “See that’s what I figured…. We just have to keep it in our control and just use the guy…. And I know that sounds bad, but believe me – guys don’t care. As long as he gets his rocks off, he’ll be trying to get with you every day…. I’ll bet he even does this all the time.”
“He does. He’s in an open marriage himself. He and his wife both screw around.”
“Shit. Seriously? A fully open marriage? I thought he was just screwing around on the side.”
“No – his wife has boyfriends…. Paul said he’s not seeing anyone else right now though.”
“Okay, but he’s definitely up for some casual sex, quite obviously. So if we just invite him around here for a few hours some nights and nothing else – that would work, right?”
Annabelle nods. The idea of a couple of hours there on the lounge with Paul is exciting. She doesn’t want to say anything that might change her husband’s mind right now.
“Does that sound like it could work, baby. Just to invite him here when it suits us to ask him? No other dates or anything?”
Annabelle swallows. “Yes, that could work,” she says softly. “I like that idea a lot.”
“Good…. Okay then….” Luke takes a big breath and expels. He glances away once, then again – takes another breath.
“What?” Annabelle asks cautiously. She really doesn’t want to spoil this.
Luke swallows hard. “I was thinking that if we’re going to do it like this, that maybe we could let this guy actually fuck you?”
Annabelle’s blush fills her neck and face. She does a mock grimace but can’t contain her smile at the same time.
“I mean – really fuck you,” her husband goes on, determined. “To take you to bed and get on top of you – that huge cock of his fully up you.”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle utters. “I want it, Luke. I want that so much!”
“Okay then – let’s do it,” Luke affirms. “Just pure sex, right? Just to let him come here and fuck you – just to stay for a few hours then leave…. And maybe if it works out – to try it a few times while we’re doing this?”
“Mmm – I can’t wait already, Luke. He’s so huge.”
“I know…. I actually stopped in to see Mario and bought a big dildo today. It looks about the size of his cock, as best I could see.”
“Oh – you went to see Mario…?”
“Yeah, baby, I told him you weren’t going to do the glory hole again…. We don’t need to do that anymore, do we? Not now that we’re doing this.”
“Um, okay…. I don’t mind if it’s just going to be with Paul…. I can still suck him off for you to watch sometimes.”
“Yeah, maybe after he fucks you,” Luke agrees, holding Annabelle’s eyes now. “I want to watch you being fucked, baby…. I’ve got an idea how to do it.”
“Oh – this is your idea, is it? How intriguing.”
Luke chuckles. “Yeah, maybe…. Or maybe just weird or freaky or something.”
“No – come on – spill. I won’t be shocked….. How could I be after what we’ve just decided?”
“Okay. I’m thinking of two things. Or two places, I should say. First is right here in the lounge, where you could invite Paul in at first. And the other place is the bedroom of course…. And I’m thinking of putting a camera and microphone in here so I can watch and listen from my computer – which I would have in the garage…. How does that sound so far? Too weird?”
“No! Sounds like fun to me,” Annabelle offers encouragingly. “But what about the bedroom? Another camera?”
Luke shakes his head. “No, I was thinking that would be a bit unfair to the guy – filming him without his knowledge…. No, I was thinking of just being able to watch through the window if I want to – and maybe just sometimes – depending on how I feel about doing it…. But what I have in mind is this reflective film you put on a window to make it one-way vision. So from in the room it looks like a mirror and from outside there’s a perfectly clear view without being seen.” Luke shrugs. “There’s a scrap bit of high quality reflective film at one of my building sites. It would be enough to do that little window facing the end of the bed, and if we just left the blinds turned open slightly….”
“You’d be able to watch, and I’d be able to wave to you,” Annabelle adds, giggling. “I love it, Luke. This is so exciting now!”
“Yeah? Sounds good? I’ve got some awesome surveillance cameras from that installation last year at that huge mansion. I’ve got two of them and they’d pass for smoke alarms or part of the house alarm system. I think I could hide them in plain sight and no one would ever notice what they are.”
“And with sound? So you’ll be able to hear us?” Annabelle checks – not so thrilled about that.
“Yeah, the mic is separate. It just clips on anywhere…. You don’t like the sound idea?”
“It would feel awkward with just usual conversation, Luke. I’d be too on edge to pull that off…. The vision is easy. That’s nothing. But knowing you were listening…. Hmm….”
Luke nods agreeably. “No, that’s fair enough, baby. Come to think of it, I’d probably feel the same way, having to worry about every word I said…. No, that’s cool – just vision.”
“Hmm – but….” Annabelle’s skin tingles with excitement at what she’s thinking. “But, husband, would you be able to put the mic in the bedroom instead?”
Luke’s eyes widen. “Yeah? Seriously? That would be okay?”
“Not just okay. Try hot!�
�� Annabelle corrects him. “I’d love for you to be listening in there! That’s totally different to regular conversation. I could tease you with all sorts of naughty stuff if I was in bed with Paul…. Wow – could I or what!”
“Oh yeah? What kind of naughty stuff, baby?”
Annabelle giggles. “Um – will I be able to trust you?”
“Trust me? What do you mean?”
“Trust you not to take it seriously and actually believe me too much?” Annabelle thinks further on that. “Or I should say to only believe some of what I might say.”
Luke is grinning huge. “Some of what you might say – like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I need to be in the moment…. But Paul likes to talk dirty and I kind of like that with him.”
“Oh I see…. I think I get it….” Luke frowns in thought, nodding to himself. “Sounds like the bedroom is definitely the place for the mic.”
Annabelle scoots across and lies back against her husband. She lifts to kiss his cheek. “When, Luke? Can it be tomorrow night? I know Paul is going to try to get me to go out again tomorrow.”
Luke takes a breath. “Yeah, tomorrow night would work.” He kisses Annabelle’s hair. “But I want you to tell him you can’t go on Friday…. I don’t want you alone with him all day again – especially if he’s already fucked you once.”
Annabelle nods. “I get that…. I’m definitely not going on Friday…. I might have to wait until that morning to make an excuse, but I’m definitely not going.”
“Okay good…. So, what’s our story going to be for tomorrow night? Where are you going to say I will be?”
“Oh…. Um – what about at the pub with friends?”
“Yeah, I guess. But that won’t make him think we’re having problems – with you not being with me? I mean, if we wanted to do it a few times?”
“Hmm, I guess it could look like that,” Annabelle agrees – the mention of needing a story to cover several nights making her belly tingle.
“What about work? He doesn’t know me at all. You could tell him I have to do late shifts at the workshop. He wouldn’t know the difference, would he?”
Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 20