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  “No. I think I’ve mentioned that you’re an electrician, but I’ve never spoken about your usual work hours.”

  “Okay – so I’ve got to work back late some nights over the next few weeks to set up gear for some big new job on the books…. That makes sense easily enough.”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle breathes into a small kiss. “Sounds good to me, Mr Sleuth. And all the time you’ll be in the garage doing surveillance.”

  “Yeah, or peeping through the window watching my wife being fucked by some huge other dude.” Luke deepens the kiss but soon breaks off. “I want to try this new dildo on you…. I want to try stretching you before he does, okay?”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle utters into another kiss, squeezing her hands between her thighs and feeling the heat and moisture from her pussy.

  “Come on then – let’s go to bed,” Luke says, slipping from behind her and taking a hand to help her up.

  Annabelle’s phone buzzes on the table. Luke waits and she goes to check it.

  Paul: Can still smell you on my fingers. Whose balls do you love?

  Annabelle approaches her husband leaning in the doorway to the hall. She shows him the message. He reads it and pulls her to his chest, kissing her hair. “Well, what’s the answer to his question?” Annabelle’s entire body is alight with tingly excitement.

  Annabelle: You know it’s your balls that I love. I can’t wait to kiss them again.

  Annabelle checks with her husband and he nods, his lips tight. She presses send. Her husband takes her to their bed and she lies back while he moves over her, taking her in a hard kiss. Her phone buzzes again. It’s in her hand upon Luke’s back. She checks it over his shoulder while he’s kissing and sucking on her neck.

  Paul: You were wet before I even touched you tonight beautiful. What else do you love about me?

  Annabelle rolls onto her side to type. Luke slows his attack on her and just rests behind her kissing her shoulder and watching.

  Annabelle: I love the way you kiss me and hold me so tight Paul. I wish you could be in bed with me right now. I’d rather be with you than my husband.

  Annabelle presses send before checking with Luke. He thrusts against her bottom. “Is that true?”

  Annabelle nods and meet his kiss over her shoulder. “I want his big cock in me – not yours.” She squirms back against his full erection. “I want him so badly, Luke….”

  Luke rolls away for a second but is immediately grinding against her bottom again. “Wet it,” he commands and presses the head of the thick, life-like dildo against her mouth. She sucks it hungrily and lashes its length all around. Luke takes it from her and she braces as he inserts it into her from behind her legs.

  “Uhh..hhh…” she moans at the pressure opening her wide and probing too deep. “Hhh…huuhh… it’s too big, Luke.” She grips his arm and holds him back a bit. Her phone buzzes but she has released it and it’s lying there on the bed. Suddenly the huge dong begins to vibrate and hum. “Uhh..hhh..hh…” Annabelle moans and balls the bed cover in a fist, her phone tumbling onto the floor. Luke pulls back then inserts again. He starts slow fucking her while mauling her neck and shoulder. The depth of his penetrations probe with the pain melding into pleasure as she begins to relax over the feeling of being stretched so wide open. “Yeah, like that,” she breathes back over her shoulder. “Ooh that’s so huge in me, Luke. Uhh.hhh.hh… Oh my god, don’t stop.”

  “That’s it – take it, baby….”

  The huge tool stops sliding. The head of it is wedged into Annabelle’s cervix – that pain now completely gone. The base of the thing is stretching her incredibly wide and there’s an intense vibration against her swollen clit. Annabelle reaches down her front and feels the thing inside of her. The base is huge and shaped like a man’s balls. The top of it has firm nodules that are absolutely buzzing as she feels her labia and the hood covering her clit stretched over them. Luke extracts slowly then slides the full length of the thing back into her. “Uhh…hhh..hhh…” she pants wildly into the pillow and her belly clenches – her vagina clamping around the thick vibrating shaft and the hot waves of her orgasm washing through her entire body.

  Luke holds the dildo in firmly until Annabelle collapses and pushes against his arm. He then carefully extracts it, and as her hand slips off his arm she feels slimy wet fluid up her lower back. She tests it with her fingers and understands it’s semen. She reaches back further and takes her husband’s spent cock in her hand. He has slumped onto his back and is catching his breath.

  Annabelle wipes her hand on Luke’s hip and leans over to retrieve her phone from the floor. Luke pats her thigh and goes to the bathroom. She checks her new message.

  Paul: I want to fuck you Annabelle. No more bullshit eh?

  Annabelle measures a breath and types.

  Annabelle: Okay. I’m home alone between 8 and 9 tomorrow night.

  The reply is instant.

  Paul: I’ll be there. Won’t see you at work though. Big meeting all day.

  Annabelle: I’ll be waiting at 8. I might be a bit nervous for you at first.

  Paul: Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take care of that.

  Annabelle lets the warm rush of tingles from that wash over her for a moment.

  Annabelle: I also really love your huge cock Paul. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.

  Annabelle looks to the closed bathroom door across the hall. Her heart is thumping and her face is hot. She types again.

  Annabelle: I want to feel a real man on top of me Paul.

  Paul: You will sweetheart. I’ll give you what your husband obviously can’t.

  Annabelle’s hands are shaking now. She gulps at the knot in her throat. The toilet flushes across the hall and she hurriedly deletes the last two messages, leaving enough to tease her husband but not upset him, she hopes. When he lies beside her and turns his head with a warm smile she forces a guilty smile of her own and hands him her phone. She’s now dreading another message but none arrive while Luke is reading.

  Luke’s smile disappears, his face hardening. He turns to meet Annabelle’s eyes. “So – eight o’clock then.”

  Annabelle nods. “Was that okay?”

  Luke looks at the phone again. “He called you sweetheart…. That’s a bit hard to take, but otherwise I like how sexy you’re being, baby. I know you’re going to be nervous, and he will obviously take care of that.”

  Annabelle cuddles up so she doesn’t have to see her husband’s face. Telling Paul that she needs to feel a real man on her is suddenly making her feel sick. She wishes she could take that back. It wasn’t even a tease for her husband. It was true and it had taken the very first opportunity for her to betray him in the precise way he said he wouldn’t be able to handle. He’s stroking her hair and she’s trying not to cry.

  “What is it, baby?” he asks softly, kissing the top of her head.

  She has shuddered a small breath and draws a bigger one to try to calm herself. “I don’t know, Luke. It’s just that roller-coaster, like you said.”

  He swallows and kisses her head again. “Yeah, for me too in the bathroom just then…. It’s all a part of this though…. You can’t have the highs without the lows…. I think it’s either that or be satisfied with safe and almost bland after a while.”

  Annabelle sniffles and nods. “But we’re not bland. Our sex life is good.”

  “Not this good. Not on the same page as this,” her husband says evenly. “I really want to see that guy fuck you tomorrow night, baby. I don’t care about the roller-coaster.” Luke shifts to turn onto his side facing Annabelle. He strokes hair from her face. “There’s something else too…. Something I’ve also been thinking about but it’s a bit freaky.”

  “What?” Annabelle asks weakly.

  Her husband huffs a breath and glances away. His eyes intensify and his mouth opens but he fails to speak. He shakes his head. “Okay – it’s about what happened in that webcam clip, and about what really gets to
me in it.” He covers his mouth with a hand and tosses his head back.

  “What?” Annabelle asks, concerned now. “What is it, Luke?”

  He huffs another big breath and speaks without looking at her. “It’s about when that guy Ryan actually cums inside you…. Aw fuck – this is crazy.”

  Annabelle’s heart is suddenly pounding. “What is, Luke? What’s crazy?” Her entire body is alight with tingles again as she waits for her husband to respond.

  He looks at her. “I just wish we could let Paul cum inside you – like, without a condom.” He lifts to an elbow. “I know it’s crazy and too risky and that, but it will be sort of half chickening out to not let him.”

  Annabelle is thinking quickly and clearly. “It might not be all that risky. I’m not that close to ovulation until probably next week.”

  “So, you think you’d want to then?” Luke goes on, glaring almost fearfully.

  Annabelle feels herself nodding. “I’d love for him to be unprotected in me, Luke – for him to get to enjoy me fully and naturally like that and to be the second man ever to cum inside me….”

  Luke draws a big breath. “Yeah – the second one – before I do.”

  Annabelle touches his chest, stroking with a finger. “Mmm – I’d love there to be another man to fill me with his sperm before you get a chance to, Luke…. Would you like that too? To have to wait your turn after these stronger men have had me?”

  “To wait my turn…?” Luke echoes hoarsely, swallowing hard again. “Like this really is in nature, huh?”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle utters and peers up. “Now that you said it – it just feels right that Paul should have me fully before you do, Luke…. There’s no way a man like that should have to use a condom with me.”

  “A man like that, huh?” Luke goes on. “As opposed to a man like me….”

  Annabelle kisses her husband softly. “Yes – a man as huge and powerful as him…. That’s what I mean of course…. Mmm – I want it from him so badly now. I want him to empty those big balls in my belly, Luke…. Please?”

  Luke gulps. “Aw fuck, I’m shaking….” He stares into Annabelle’s eyes. “I hope his balls are really full when he empties them in you, baby….. It’s going to be painful for me to watch, but I hope he fills your womb with his sperm. I hope he absolutely floods you with it.”

  Chapter 26

  Luke wakes at three in the morning and can’t get back to sleep. His heart is actually racing with genuine anxiety. He’s already been diagnosed with the condition but has it under control. He sneaks from bed and rummages through his medicine cabinet and finds a slightly out of date bottle of Valium tablets. He pops a couple and rinses them down with a slurp from the tap.

  Luke’s next task is to pull on clothing and head out to his garage. He opens the box with the surveillance camera and mic. Everything he needs to get them set up is there in his work truck. He clips on his utility belt and gathers the required equipment and tools, climbing up to the attic as noiselessly as he can.

  Half an hour in and the Valium is already easing the constant slideshow of pictures flashing through his mind. He wants this. He wants Annabelle to be fucked and for this huge other man to cum inside her. He just wants to get through the day without it churning relentlessly in his mind.

  Luke has taken great care to drill holes through the ceiling of the lounge and dining areas. He has used a hand drill rather than taking the risk of waking Annabelle with the sound of any power tools. He mounts the relay unit there in the attic and runs electricity from the supply up there. The range for the mic is advertised to capture high sound quality up to 5 metres, so he drills even more delicately and pokes the end of the tiny cylindrical device through in the corner of the bedroom. He then creeps back down the ladder and uses a dining chair to reach the ceiling to mount the small disc-shaped cameras. They are wide-angle lenses. The diagram on the mounting indicates he has covered the lounge and entry foyer with one and the dining and kitchen with the other.

  It’s past four o’clock. Luke stops for a quick coffee. His mind is wonderfully numb and kind of floating around now. The thought of what’s going to happen that night is all positive and exciting. He realizes he should have gone for the Valium the other day as well.

  By six and the breaking of dawn, Luke has the software uploaded and the link established with the cameras and mic. He doesn’t know how to get sound access via an earpiece but decides he can easily carry the laptop and just use standard earphones plugged into it. He tests that just in time to hear Annabelle shuffling around, her yawn quite clearly audible. “Luke!” she calls out, and he hears her brilliantly through his earphones.

  He waits to check vision and watches his wife walk from the hallway, across the entry foyer and through one side of his split screen then through the other to the kitchen. He tilts his head to see through the garage window that she’s looking across, obviously checking for his truck in the garage. He opens the window and waves to her. “Be there in a minute, baby.”

  “What are you doing?” Annabelle asks sleepily when he sits up at the breakfast counter in the kitchen. She’s cooking eggs and bacon.

  “I just did the cameras and mic. I couldn’t sleep,” Luke explains.

  “Oh…. I had a thousand dreams and can’t remember any of them.”

  The warm buzz of mild euphoria is filling Luke now. “So, any second thoughts?” he asks flatly. “The cold light of day and all that….”

  Annabelle bites down on her grin, her cheeks becoming rosy. “I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with him at all today. I’d die if I had to face him at work.”

  Luke slips from his stool and cuddles behind his beautiful wife. She’s wearing a big tee-shirt and panties. She’s still soft and warm from bed. “I can’t believe I’m going to let another man have this,” he whispers into her hair. “To let another man fuck my sweet, sexy wife.”

  Annabelle presses her bottom back against Luke’s erection. “But you’re going to, aren’t you?” she asks breathily. “You’re going to share me with Paul, aren’t you?”

  Luke doesn’t answer – just holding her with one arm around her waist and the other up higher. He feels one of her little tits. She squirms an arm in tight and stops him. He realizes he’s crossing a line right then – that his wife isn’t his today. He imagines she wants to be fresh and untouched for this other man. His mind struggles against the numbing effect of the drug in his system but he can’t hold concentration enough to feel angst.

  He releases his wife and leaves the room silently. He pulls back the blind in the bedroom and measures the window with the spans of his hand. He figures he’ll have more than enough reflective film. He sits on the bed and picks up Annabelle’s phone from her bedside table. He wants to reread the texts from last night, but when he holds the button to turn the phone on it goes to a lock screen asking for a pattern. He almost mindlessly swipes several random patterns but they each flash red. The phone buzzes in his hand with an incoming text from Paul, his actual face showing on screen beneath the swipe pattern dots.

  Luke looks and listens for Annabelle. She doesn’t appear so mustn’t have heard the phone, he figures. He’s trying to get his head around what’s going on here but his mind drifts and he leaves the phone there on the bed and wanders back out to his breakfast being served.

  Annabelle doesn’t stay to eat with him. She leaves him with his food and fresh coffee and returns to the bedroom, all but closing the door. Luke – minus any sense of fear – sneaks along the hall and peeps in to see her typing on the phone, a huge smile on her face and her pretty eyes alight. He backs away and rests back against the cool hallway wall for a moment – his brain again turning to mush and getting him to walk away confused. He even stumbles and bumps against the wall, and as he enters the kitchen he glimpses Annabelle peering from the bedroom door.

  Luke quickly eats his breakfast and goes back to the garage. He sits in his truck for a few minutes, then hits the door remote and
backs out, again glimpsing his wife’s face at the parted lounge room curtains. His mind is reeling now. He can’t get a grip but knows something is wrong. He drives a few blocks to the building site and grabs the small roll of reflective film. Then he parks at the local soccer field, using the amenities then texting work that he won’t be in today as he is unwell.

  Luke rests back in the seat of his truck and closes his eyes. His brain kindly shuts down, and he wakes to the heat of the day. He shakes off the mind fog and checks the time to find it’s after eleven. He grabs for his phone and finds a number of texts.

  Annabelle: 6.45am: Are you okay?

  Annabelle: 7.12am: Luke?

  Annabelle: 8.46am: Luke what’s going on? You’re freaking me out now.

  Annabelle: 10.36am: Luke!

  Luke closes out of messages and sees he has missed calls as well: three from Annabelle at hour intervals. He hits call, rubbing at his head. She answers immediately.

  “Luke? Shit!”

  “Aw fuck – sorry, baby. I crashed out asleep in the truck. I’ve been out to it all morning.”

  “Oh my god – you scared the shit out of me!” Annabelle scolds. “Why did you just take off like that? What the hell?”

  Luke rubs at his head some more. It’s aching and he can’t quite think to consider carefully. “Because you locked your phone and you’ve got that guy’s picture as his call sign. I took some Valium this morning and my head’s all weirded out. I just freaked because I thought for a minute that you….”

  It takes Annabelle a long moment to respond. Her voice is minus the aggression. “I was just playing with the settings in bed this morning and found that pattern lock thingy. I didn’t realize I’d left it activated until I went to check the text from Paul. It was just a square – the pattern.”

  “Oh….” Luke swallows at the dryness of his throat. “I need some coffee or something. I might just hang around home for the afternoon.”

  “Okay….” Annabelle answers softly. “I’m um…. I’m really nervous, Luke.”