He’s kissing her again. “Okay, so you’ve got what you needed now, sweetheart, but I have to run. I’m way late already and these clients are going to be waiting.” He breaks away and fixes the jeans he had pulled up unevenly. He then turns back from the door and grabs the back of Annabelle’s head, pulling her into another hard kiss. “Go finger yourself to a nice big O and suck that cum in deep, okay? Send me a pic with your fingers inside!”
“Okay,” Annabelle calls after him as he slips through her open door and jogs to his car. He backs out and zooms off up the street without looking back at her still standing there. She then turns and walks to her bedroom lying back and doing as he said – fingering herself to another orgasm. And she fumbles for her phone in her bag and parts her fingers inside her dripping gash and snaps a pic.
Chapter 30
That night Annabelle tends to her husband and cleans up after his dinner, listening to his chat about work that day. She’s pleased when he says one of his work buddies will be dropping over for a beer and game of pool. She’s relieved to just soak in a long hot bath and laugh and cry at the same time over what she has done to her marriage.
The following morning she wears one of her shorter skirts and new stockings to work. The text to bring Paul coffee arrives at ten-thirty. She rides the elevator in a daze and when Paul closes and locks the door behind her, she places the tray on his desk and writhes back into his embrace.
He sucks her neck and gropes her breasts. He hikes up her skirt and stretches her panties down to her knees. He bends her over his desk and takes her hard – surging powerfully and pumping another load of cum into her womb.
The following morning – Wednesday – the sex is on his couch. It’s again a quick fuck, with Paul needing to get to a meeting. Annabelle just stares up at his office ceiling while being inseminated this time. She hasn’t even reached orgasm – her mind too lost in the abstract to connect with physical sensation at all. She can’t reconcile why she’s allowing this man to almost certainly impregnate her.
She’s left lying there after he rushes off talking on his phone. She sits up and pulls her blouse back onto her shoulders. Her bra is up above her breasts, so she tugs that down and straightens it. Her skirt is up her back – her bottom bare on the leather cushion – a pool of thick white fluid between the black leather and the split open lips of her pussy.
Annabelle zombies through that afternoon and evening, avoiding contact with her loving husband as much as she can. The next morning there’s a knock at the door ten minutes after Luke has gone to work.
Paul scoops Annabelle up into his arms this time and carries her to her unmade bed. He leaves her lying there while stripping quickly. He then lifts off her nightie and lies on top of her – both completely naked and with him pulling the bed clothes up over them.
He’s supporting himself upon his elbows and holding her face in his hands – kissing her fervently and probing her wetness with the head of his cock. He breaks off the kiss, just teasing her pussy open as he grins at her. “I love how fucking wet you always are for me, sweetheart…. Aw fuck that’s nice in there. That’s so fucking hot and tight.”
“Mmm – it is for you, Paul…. I get so wet just for you… Uhhh..hhh…. Mmm – don’t tease me….”
“Which is your husband’s pillow?” Paul asks into another kiss, and he inserts deeper.
“What?”
“His name’s Luke, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Annabelle utters through her blush.
“Which is Luke’s pillow, sweetheart? This one?”
Annabelle nods. “Yes – that’s Luke’s”
Paul lifts her from beneath and pulls the pillow under her hips. “There – that’s better,” he says and thrusts into her. “He won’t mind if I fuck you on it, huh? He’ll probably get off on the smell of us, won’t he?”
“Uh huh – you can fuck me on his pillow…. Uhh…hhh..hhh… that’s so deep….”
“Yeah – that’s it – take it, beautiful….. Who’s your man, huh?”
“Uhh..hh… You’re my man, Paul…. You’re the only man I want,” Annabelle wails as the guy pounds into her.
“Yeah that’s it – cum for me, sweetheart,” Paul groans into Annabelle’s ear as he continues to pump her. “Yeah, loser Luke’s hot little wife taking it in his bed….”
“Uh huh – in his bed….. Uhhh..hhh..hh… Take me….” Annabelle moans in anguish as her orgasm thumps through her lower belly, and the hulk of a man on top of her continues to fuck her until she’s limp and staring at the ceiling. Then he surges with every muscle in his body taut and quivering. And he pulls back and surges once more, wiggling his hips and forcing the head of his cock deeper – the broad eyelet sealed by the flesh of her cervix.
Annabelle is sure she can feel that as she relaxes over the powerful throb of Paul’s cock. There are three, four, five distinct throbs. He’s crushing her to his body – his head turned away. She just stares at her wedding photo on the wall while this other man services her fertile womb with his sperm. She lightly holds his hips, keeping her legs spread wide for him. He pulls back and thrusts again – his balls still pulsing against her anus, her pussy lips stretched taut around the base of his shaft.
“Yeah – that’s fucking nice,” Paul groans into her neck. He pulls back and thrusts again – still quite firm. “Come on roll over,” he says, rising from her and lifting her hip. He flips her over and positions the pillow beneath her hips again, straddling her closed thighs. He then positions the head of his cock and sinks back into her, immediately resuming a rhythm of deep thrusts.
Annabelle hugs her own pillow and stares at her bedside cabinet while the guy fucks her again. She’s suddenly numb and just waits while her body is jolted by increasingly fast and powerful humps of the mating animal on top of her, and she squeezes back tears as a final thrust has the cock inside of her flexing and pumping another load of cum into her belly.
*
When Paul has finished, he gets up off her. “I want you to come with me tomorrow, sweetheart. I’ve got to go see Michael again. We’ll have a little threesome huh? You up for it?”
“What?” Annabelle implores in horror. She’s propped up on an elbow with the sweaty bedsheet clutched over her breasts. Paul is getting dressed and grinning down at her.
“Oh come on, you loved it last time…. Even better now that we’re fucking.”
“No!” Annabelle cries. “No, Paul – I won’t do that.”
He shrugs, upturning his hands. “Okay – no big deal. I just thought you might be into it.”
“Well, I’m not into that. No, Paul. Oh my god!”
He chuckles. “Okay settle down….” He shakes his head. “Look, we have to cut this anyway, sweetheart. I'm in huge shit with Beth over hooking up at work again. She freaked out when I told her about you…. We’re going to have to lay low for a while, okay?”
Annabelle gulps. Her heart has clenched in her chest. “Lay low for a while?” she echoes, further horrified.
Paul grins. “Well, you know what I mean…. Maybe we can sneak a quick one occasionally, but we have to act totally fucking straight at work. Beth has spies everywhere.” He looks around the bedroom. “And this isn’t exactly fair to your old man either, is it? In his own bedroom while he’s at work…. I honestly feel like a real prick sometimes.”
Annabelle is just staring now. Her mouth is open, her eyes wide, her mind frozen – her heart breaking.
“Alright, good talk,” Paul says and winks as he backs to the door, waving with both hands. “Seriously, sweetheart, don’t take it to heart at work – I’ll make sure we don’t cross paths at all, okay. Just for a while until Beth calms down.”
With that Annabelle’s lover is gone. She’s sitting there entranced by the sound of his footsteps then the front door opening and closing. His car is quiet but she can hear nothing other than the sound of it starting and rolling back then driving off up the street.
Chapter 31
She presses her hands to her belly and just breathes. She’s further anguished but also relieved to not have a viable option with these pills, because she strongly disfavours any kind of chemical contraception.
Annabelle closes her laptop and goes for a jog. She’s been a complete zombie for days and feels horrible. She hammers out two circuits of her usual run then showers and faces her disgustingly unclean kitchen. Once that is sparkling, she attacks the rest of the house, upsetting Luke’s sports watching on the lounge. He knows well enough to give her space when she’s in a mood and has been the perfect husband all of the past week.
Another full week passes before he makes a stand and confronts Annabelle sitting on their bed crying. He drops to his knee and takes her hand. “What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”
Annabelle hands him the stick she’s holding in her other hand – the one with the blue cross indicating a positive pregnancy test result.
Luke looks blankly at the stick for a moment. Annabelle studies his face. He frowns slightly, obviously understanding what he’s looking at. He swallows and takes a breath. His eyes lift to Annabelle’s. They are warm and kind as always. He smiles – still frowning – the anguish in his eyes only thinly masked. “I love you, Annabelle,” he says as his eyes glass over with tears, and Annabelle bursts out bawling as he takes her into his arms and holds her tight.
Luke lets her cry. He just strokes her and kisses her hair. He’s sniffling a bit but his voice is rich and strong when he speaks. “Come on now, baby, we knew this could happen.”
Annabelle cries harder. Her husband hugs her tighter. The crisis is perpetual now – Luke’s loving support driving her deeper into despair and holding her there. His kisses resume on top of her head. She thieves her way into the comfort of his acceptance and stops sobbing. “I’m sorry, Luke.”
“Hey – no, baby. Don’t say that. This is exciting!”
“What? Exciting?” Annabelle pushes back to look at her husband.
“Hell yes it’s exciting – you’re pregnant!”
“Yes – to another man, Luke!” Annabelle swallows hard at her heart still lodged in her throat. “I’m pregnant to Paul,” she says aloud for the first time.
Luke strokes hair from being stuck to her tear strewn face. He doesn’t say anything. His face is pensively drawn – the frown no longer evident.
“What?” Annabelle prompts him. “What are you thinking, Luke? Don’t even dare to hide anything right now.”
He nods – his eyes flashing to hers a couple of times before holding her gaze. “That’s kind of exciting too – the fact that you’re pregnant to another man.” He has an arm across his lap. Annabelle glances and can see he’s erect beneath it. He swallows and takes a breath. “I didn’t really know how I’d feel. It was always kind of exciting somehow, just worrying about it. Then just now it freaked me out at first, but….” He stops and draws another deep breath, his eyes zeroing in on Annabelle’s and making her heart thump very differently. “He fucked you pregnant, baby. That huge dude owned you and knocked you up, and now we have to have his baby.”
“Luke!” Annabelle cries in horror, but it’s a weird and transformational kind of horror now. Luke is moving over her, nudging her back on their bed. He takes her lips and all of her emotional energy filters down into her crotch.
“This is so sexy,” Luke groans low and deep. “He seeded you. He jammed that huge cock into you and seeded you.”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle moans into her husband’s demanding mouth. “Paul seeded me…. He fucked me and owned me, Luke…. He took me from you and made me pregnant.” Annabelle undulates up off the bed. “Uhh..hhh..hh…” she moans open-mouthed as her husband’s cock slides into her, and she clings to him delirious and on fire inside as he pounds her through the biggest orgasm she’s ever had and pumps his cum into her.
They remain coupled together and kissing in the afterglow of their love making. Luke’s cock finally slips from Annabelle and he moves off her and lies beside. “That felt great cumming in you, Annabelle…. Even though two other men got to do it before me.”
“Hmm – well Ryan sort of did, but Paul was actually the first man to ever cum inside me properly – like during full sex.” Annabelle looks at her husband. “Afterwards when I was serving him dinner I told him he was my first in that way…. He was pretty happy with himself. He said it was like taking me as a new bride, just like I said to Ryan.”
Luke kisses her softly again. “It sure feels like that – Paul getting to seed my bride’s fertile womb before I could do it myself.”
“Mmm – I’m sure he did, Luke. And even though I don’t like him anymore, I’m kind of excited now that I’m pregnant to him and not you…. I think I like it now that the shock is wearing off.”
“I know, baby. It’s only natural that he got you and you’re going to have his child – or that he’s going to be the father of our first child, I should say….”
“Yes – it’s our child, Luke. You’ll still be the baby’s daddy in every other way, won’t you?”
Luke nods. “Yes, baby, Paul just cut in on me and serviced you – that’s all…. It’s like you’re the pretty little filly and he’s this big stallion with his muscles and his huge cock. And I just had to watch while he serviced you.”
“Uh huh – he serviced me….” Annabelle utters into another soft kiss from her husband. “He was my big stallion, Luke…. That’s exactly how it felt.”
Chapter 32
Life in the clouds is fantastic for the first three months of pregnancy for Annabelle. Luke is all over her every night without exception. She’s keeping track and he has fucked her at least once every single day for eleven weeks straight. Sometimes she’s been unwell in the mornings but is always ready to satisfy her loving man on the lounge or kitchen table or wherever in the afternoon or in bed at night.
It’s devotion, mutual love and guilt driving Annabelle, and after the first few months the guilt begins to grow – almost on cue with the bump forming in her belly. Luke has jokingly referenced it a few times already, but at mention of the failings of the rhythm method once again one night, Annabelle can’t help tearing up. She’s been feeling all kinds of emotional this particular week and the sheer devotion of her husband is twisting the guilt in her heart.
Annabelle has no idea where this is going to lead but she has to get it out there. She moves from beneath Luke resting his head upon her lap and sits facing him squarely. “I have to tell you something, Luke.”
He scoots to rest against the bedhead. “Shoot, baby.”
Annabelle’s gut turns. She swallows at bile working its way upward. She just looks into her husband’s kind eyes. “I did something, Luke….” She drops her face into her hands and rubs it, keeping her hands arched over her mouth. “I was with Paul again after that time when you watched.”
Luke’s face pales. “You were with him?” His voice wavers. “With him how exactly?”
Annabelle’s heart stops beating at the word exactly. Her mouth opens and moves. “He had sex with me again….” Annabelle gulps as tears well. “More than one other time.”
“When?” Luke’s voice is dead now.
Tears seep from Annabelle’s eyes. She can’t answer. Her chin quivers uncontrollably.
“The next day? The next week?” Luke asks too calmly. Annabelle is nodding. “How many times did you two laugh at me together while you were doing that?”
Annabelle’s heart drops like a stone, her face too. “No!” she cries. “No, Luke. Please don’t think that.”
He stands and walks to the wardrobe, taking a travel bag from
it. He opens it on the floor and starts pulling things from his drawers.
“Please, Luke….” Annabelle’s voice is weak. It sounds like it hasn’t made it out of her head.
Luke’s movements are slow, his breathing ragged. He turns to his bedside cabinet and opens the drawer to get his watch and a wallet that contains his credit card and passport and the like. His jaw is set but quivering. There’s a single tear running down his cheek. “I’ll come get a few more things tomorrow, okay….” It’s not a question.
“Luke, please…?” Annabelle blubbers now. “Please don’t do this.”
He looks at her and draws a ragged breath. “I need to think, Annabelle. I’m sorry, I just….” He shakes his head and strides from the room.
He’s headed out the back door by the time Annabelle snaps from her shock and runs after him. The garage door is lifting. He’s in his truck – his face set horribly, his eyes tragic as they meet Annabelle’s. She’s standing there as he backs slowly past her. He stops the truck. “What, Annabelle?”
“Luke, please don’t go. Please, can we talk about this?”
“About what? About you doing the exact thing I told you I wouldn’t be able to handle?” He looks away shaking his head slowly. “Annabelle, when I let that guy have you that night, I gave up as much as I could. Then you let him take more. You let him take more of you from me.”
“But I’m yours, Luke. No part of me belongs to him at all. Not even this baby. He was nothing to me…. We just used him, remember?”
Luke draws a breath, nodding stiffly. “Yeah, that was what we were supposed to be doing, Annabelle. I just feel like I was the one who got used now…. It was supposed to be between you and me,” he says quietly and turns and backs out through the gate and down the driveway.
Another man drives away and leaves Annabelle standing there at her house watching, powerless to do anything about it.
*
Annabelle has no opportunity to mope around feeling sorry for herself. She had finished up at her job in the city the moment Paul dumped her. She had taken the month off before their Gold Coast vacation. As soon as they got back, she applied for a job at the local supermarket where she had worked for years on the checkout.
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