Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 22

  “Yeah, me too…. Oh and I just remembered about the bedroom light. You have to leave the lamp on to make the window reflective, okay? It has to be light and dark outside.” Luke rubs at his face and shakes his head some more. The Valium had hit hard after being off them for so long. “You still there, Annabelle?”

  “Yes,” she utters weakly. “I’m really sorry about the lock screen thing, Luke. The text from Paul was just like the ones from last night – just teasing and making sure I didn’t change my mind this morning.”

  Luke gulps again. “Okay, baby. I’ve got to go. My head’s killing me.”

  “Okay…. I love you,” Annabelle says – her sweet voice failing softly.

  “I love you too….” Luke huffs a breath at his parting thought. “It might be better if we don’t see each other this afternoon. What do you think?”

  There’s another long pause. “Okay….” Comes the tiny response.

  “Alright. I’ll hang around home until about four then walk to the pub for dinner. Then I’ll just sneak into the garage later.” There’s no further response from Annabelle. “Okay – I’ll see you,” Luke finishes with and ends the call.

  He gives his slowly clearing head another rub and drives home. He trims and fits the reflective film to his bedroom window then finds a piece of black plastic to drape over the outside. With that in place the window from the inside is a perfect mirror. Happy with that, he sets the vertical blind open enough to see through and pulls down the plastic to check on how he will go looking in. The angle of the open blind gives a great view of the bed from the base – the angle he imagines he will need in order to see this other man’s cock actually inside Annabelle. The thought makes his cock lift to full erection. The drug in his system seems to have developed a calmness within him but his mind is now clearer. He stays hard for just a few minutes while heating a dinner from the freezer for his lunch.

  Luke doesn’t want a free afternoon. He’d prefer it to be time to get this started right then. He forces himself to shoot some pool for an hour then spends another hour working off nervous energy with his punching bag and speed ball.

  Four o’clock is Annabelle’s afternoon train time. Luke has showered and is ready to vacate the house by then. He walks the three blocks to his local pub and sits in a corner drinking slowly, not wanting to get drunk. Five and then six o’clock pass excruciatingly. At seven he leaves the pub and walks home, his pace quicker than usual, his angst overpowering the lingering effect of the Valium.

  It’s dark. His heart thumps as he turns the corner and his house comes into view – relief flooding over him when he sees the vacant driveway. His arms and legs are rubbery and almost numb now. His gut is tight. The living room lights are on. He sees nothing through the partially open blinds as he sneaks past and in the side gate. When he walks around to the door of his garage, he looks and sees Annabelle at the kitchen sink. He stops. She looks at him and does a little wave. He can’t see the expression on her face with the light behind her.

  Luke walks to the window. Annabelle opens it and leans to look down at him. She has on a simple little summer dress. Her hair is out and just brushed straight. She has on virtually no makeup, though she’s beautifully perfumed.

  “Are we still okay with this, Luke?” she asks softly. It’s the screamingly obvious question.

  Luke gulps a little. “I don’t want to turn back, baby. Today has been hell. Let’s just keep going and do this?”

  “Yeah, my day has been hell too. I’ve spent six hours staring at the clock. I actually threw up at lunchtime I felt so sick from nerves.”

  “Exactly! We’ve invested so much in this now,” Luke reiterates.

  Annabelle nods. “We have…. I think I’m going to be okay…. I’ve opened a bottle of wine. I’m going to have a few glasses before he gets here.”

  “Good. I had a few beers and still have a buzz from the Valium. That shit has a kick when you’re not used to it.”

  They share a little laugh. Annabelle gets serious again quickly. “I was reading up on ovulation timing and that again today – just checking…. I really should be fine this week. My period only just finished three or four days ago.”

  Luke gulps again. He looks down at his shoes then back up. “I really want to see him cum inside you, baby…. I think that’s the main part of this whole thing for me – like with the glory hole and in your mouth.”

  “I know…. I get it,” Annabelle agrees. “It’s a big thing for me too, and also for Paul, don’t forget…. He’s going to enjoy finishing inside me, I’m sure.”

  “Aw fuck – just saying it makes me hard, baby.” Luke presses against his resurgent erection.

  “Yeah? You like that?” Annabelle coos teasingly. “Should I say something about it when it’s happening? Will that make you cum too?” She has her chin resting on folded hands on the window ceil now – her eyes dancing. “Should I tell Paul how much I want it when he’s ready? How much I want him to cum inside me?”

  “Aw fuck. Stop it, baby. You’re going to make me cum right now.”

  “Mmm – but it’s turning me on too, and it feels so much better than being all nervous.” Annabelle’s eyes roll upward then softly close. She swallows and measures a little breath. “Yes, I’m getting wet for him now. I can feel it just squishing my thighs together…. You’re getting me ready for his big cock, Luke.”

  Luke checks the time: 7.42. “He could be here any minute, baby.”

  “Okay…. Do you need to check you cameras and that?”

  “Yeah. I’ll just check them then turn them back off until he arrives. I won’t watch you waiting.”

  Annabelle smiles. “Thanks. That’s actually very thoughtful.”

  “I know…. I think I can guess most of what you need, baby. I know you wouldn’t enjoy being watched unnecessarily.”

  “Okay – let’s do this, kinky husband. Go check your stuff. I’m going to drink half a bottle of wine – fast!”

  Annabelle shuts the window and walks away without looking back. Luke hurries to his garage and only just gets in and closes the door as lights swing around from the road. He starts up his laptop and waits anxiously for it and the software to boot up. When he finally gets an image, his wife is in the entry foyer in the arms of her lover.

  Paul is kissing her sensually. He’s not ravishing her – he’s nuzzling her face and tilting in to take soft looking kisses. His huge muscled arms are loosely around Annabelle’s waist. Her head is tilted upward – he’s a full head taller than her.

  His hands begin to move upon her as he continues the gentle kissing. He rubs up the back of her thighs – the skirt of her dress gathering, and his hands cup her bottom. He breaks off kissing her to smile and seemingly chuckle. Then his fingers hook her panties and push them down her slender legs. She buries her face against his chest and lifts her bare feet to shake the tiny garment from her ankles. It’s left there on the floor as she’s lifted and carried up the hallway.

  Luke’s heart is in his throat. He desperately grabs his earphones and the laptop and slips from the garage. He runs across to the corner of the house and backs against the wall to edge along to the bedroom window. This is all happening far quicker than he ever imagined. He has his earphone in place. He opens the laptop and moves the cursor to the sound control of the mic and taps.

  “Aw that’s fucking beautiful,” a deep voice groans breathily.

  “Hmm – do you like?” Annabelle utters sweetly.

  Luke peeps around the window frame and sees his wife on her back on their bed with the skirt of her dress up around her waist and her legs bent up and spread open. Paul’s standing beside the bed, looking at her while he’s undressing. “Wider,” he commands.

  Annabelle rubs down her inner thighs and spreads her legs wider – her face flushed and her eyes alight. Paul pushes down his pants and kicks them away. His massive cock levers horizontal. He gets down and buries his head between Annabelle’s legs, her eyes widening as he sucks lou
dly on her pussy. His head is moving around and up and down, side to side. Then it’s still and Luke can see it’s now only his jaw moving as he appears to be tongue kissing Annabelle’s open gash.

  She’s balling the bed cover in both fists and tossing her head side to side, the veins in her neck pumped, her face bright red, her teeth clenched in silence. Then she lets out a loud, high-pitched squeal and her slender body undulates up off the mattress and twists in convulsion. “Ahhh.hhh.hhh…” she cries wildly and grips Pauls head, pushing down on it.

  He relents quickly and kisses his way up her belly, pausing to hike her dress up and suck each tit for a moment. Then he lurches over her and positions the head of his cock at her pulsing entrance.

  Luke has a perfect view of his beautiful wife’s opening about to be defiled by another man’s unsheathed cock. He can’t even swallow, his throat is so dry – his chest so tight.

  “Yeah, there we go,” Paul groans triumphantly as he enters her and sinks in.

  “Uhh…hhhh..hhh,” Annabelle moans more throatily this time. Paul slowly inserts his meat into her. It’s so thick it has her labia stretched taut and white. “Uhhhh….” Annabelle breathes heavily as he thrusts and grinds against her spread thighs, his huge balls settling wetly against her anus. “Oh my god that’s huge,” she says, frowning up at the man’s face.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” There’s a smile in his voice. “You’re super tight. Not used to anything like this, huh?”

  Annabelle shakes her head. “No – my husband’s normal sized – much smaller – nowhere near this thick.”

  Paul is thrusting slowly – remaining almost fully imbedded in Annabelle’s vagina and just rocking her with his hips. The squelching wetness of their coupling is clearly audible through Luke’s earphones. The man is a giant on top of Annabelle. His thighs are chunky and flexing. His back is rippling with ridges of lean meat – his shoulders a cluster of muscular bulges. His arms are huge and pumped. He begins to quicken his thrusts, sweat now dripping from him onto Annabelle’s bare tits and neck.

  “Oh fuck you’re tight, beautiful…. Oh yeah – you want this load inside, right? You don’t want me to pull out?”

  “Uhh..hhh…. I want it in me,” Annabelle moans and grips his hips as he starts slapping against her. Her eyes focus on the window. “I want it, Paul…. I want you to fill me with your cum….” Her face contorts and burns red then her body tenses, her feet planted and her bottom up off the mattress. “Uhh.hhh.hhhh….” she cries out with her eyes still wide and fixed upon the window.

  “Oh fuck yes!” Paul roars and jams his body against hers. His thighs are pumped and taut, his small buttocks clenched. His huge balls are hanging there against Annabelle’s soaked crotch and they’re slowly pulsing in time with deep groans bursting from his chest.

  Paul gives another slow thrust and expels a breath. “Damn that felt good, Annabelle. I’ve been dying to get a load off up inside you like that. That’s the biggest fucking load I’ve shot in years.”

  “Uh huh…. I love that it’s in me,” Annabelle utters. “I love having my belly all full of your sperm,” she says sweetly, her eyes lowering from his face to flash upon the window. “I’m so happy it’s from you and not from Luke. He never cums in me unprotected like this.”

  Paul’s smile is in his voice again. “So, you only want it from a real man, huh?”

  Annabelle lifts to catch his lips. “Yes – only from a huge strong man like you, Paul…. Uhhh.hhh.hhh…” she moans, her lower body convulsing once more and making the man on top of her thrust and hold firmly up her again.

  “Yeah, that’s it, beautiful – cum with my seed inside you…. Draw it all up into your womb like a good girl.”

  “Yes I’m a good girl,” Annabelle echoes, trying to bite his lip as he teases kisses. “I’m a very good girl and I want your seed in my womb,” she almost begs the guy. “I just love so much that it’s yours, Paul.” She looks at the window again, biting her lower lip and grin. “I’ve never felt anything like this before – never had a man inside me this deep.”

  He pulls back and thumps against her. “You want more?”

  Annabelle swallows hard, nodding.

  Paul pulls out and lifts from her. “On your hands and knees. I want to mount you.” He helps Annabelle up but she swivels around and crawls across to the other side of the bed. She watches him get into position behind her, and her eyes widen, her frown creasing her forehead as he thumps against the back of her thighs. He immediately starts jackhammering her. Her mouth is open as she turns forward and stares blankly at the window. It remains hanging open as her frown intensifies and her face reddens again. Her eyes are then wrought with some kind of deep ache and they gradually glaze over as the man on her back pounds her and suddenly thrusts hard and holds firm – his head shooting back and his taut abdomen pumped and rippling with quivering muscle.

  Annabelle’s eyes come back to life, wavering from being fixed upon the window and lowering as she slumps to her elbows.

  Paul scoops her up and lifts her to his body. His hand is up her dress and covering a tit. He’s on his knees behind her. Luke watches his long, thick shaft of meat ooze from her split open pussy. It slurps and swings between his thighs, dangling there spent as Annabelle’s vagina puckers and extrudes a gush of his semen that drips onto the bed cover between her knees.

  They’re both breathing heavily and glistening sweat. Paul kisses Annabelle’s neck and nuzzles her ear. “I’m seriously hungry. You got anything to eat?”

  “Oh…. Sure,” Annabelle says, suddenly coming to and looking around. Her eyes flash past the window then return. She grimaces a little and mouths the words I love you.

  *

  Luke’s pants are cold and wet in front from where he has ejaculated. He remains watching in awe and shock while Paul dresses and Annabelle fixes herself, tugging her dress into place and raking her hair back from being stuck to her face. They walk from the room smiling together. Luke gulps and slowly shakes his head. He stumbles as he tries to walk, falling to his knees in a garden bed. He gets up and staggers around the corner of the house, checking there’s no one at the kitchen window before hurrying to the garage and slipping inside.

  He slumps in his chair and sits holding his head in his hands, his mind unable to settle on any one image and his heart reeling from the things his wife said. He sits for long minutes just staring at the wall with his hands then covering his mouth. Finally he thinks to open the laptop and get the camera feed up.

  Paul is seated at the dining table eating from a plate with a knife and fork. Annabelle comes from the kitchen with a beer for him and places it beside his plate. He looks up at her, smiling, and he uses the handle of his fork to slip the shoulder strap of her dress. The strap sags down to her elbow, exposing a tit. She leaves it and slips her arms around his neck from behind, snuggling his face and kissing his cheek. She then straightens when he resumes eating, and she stands there fiddling with his collar and hair.

  Luke checks the other screen window and sees his wife’s panties still on the floor in the foyer. He sees Annabelle move on the first screen. She goes to the kitchen and checks back over her shoulder at Paul before gazing out the window. Luke has the garage in darkness with black plastic over the window to hide the light from the laptop screen. Annabelle checks her watch. Paul says something and she turns back to him and nods. He holds up a hand and quickly shovels the remainder of his meal into his mouth then downs the beer.

  Annabelle has approached him again. Her little tit is still bare. Paul stands and cups it gently. She watches his hand. He thumbs the nipple then strokes up to her face. She melts into him as he takes her into his arms and bends to her upturned lips. The guy holds her and strokes her pretty face, taking one kiss after another – some soft and teasing, others deep and searching.

  He eventually breaks off but keeps her hand as he walks to the foyer. He takes her into his arms again, their bodies now obscured from Luke’s camera. He
can only see the shadow of their movement and an occasional shoulder or arm. He watches as the long minutes pass, waiting for their goodbye to conclude so he can go in and claim his wife. They are there in the foyer for more than twenty minutes before the door finally opens and the shadow of the man passes the lounge room window.

  Luke continues to watch as his wife goes to the window and parts the curtain to look out. The headlights of her lover’s car flash then swing around, the curtain then left in darkness.

  Luke still watches his wife, stunned and entranced. She turns from the window and puts a hand over her mouth. She slides down with her back to the wall and sits with her knees bent to one side. She’s still covering her mouth as she lifts the shoulder strap of her dress with her other hand, covering her bare breast. Luke thinks he sees that hand shaking. It stays there upon her chest and her whole upper body is them convulsing slightly. Her hand drops from her mouth and reveals an anguished smile. She takes a huge breath and looks up at the ceiling, shaking her head.

  Luke shuts the laptop and slumps back in his chair. He closes his eyes. The world spins in his mind. He can’t process what he’s just seen and heard. He just breathes and allows the fear that he has just lost his wife to consume him. It’s an agonisingly slow death inside. Time churns by and he looks at his watch to see it’s nearly ten. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there. He opens the laptop to find both screen windows still of life. There’s a click behind him and the garage door opens. “Luke?” He doesn’t answer – can’t speak. Annabelle flashes to him and lands on his lap, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, crushing him. She holds tight. He slowly lifts his arms and places them around her. She’s soft and smells like soap. She’s in short pyjamas, her skin hot and moist from a shower. She draws a ragged little breath. “Are you okay, Luke? I love you so much.”

  Chapter 27

  Annabelle can feel her husband’s heart thumping. It’s reverberating through his whole upper body and through hers. “Hey – are you okay?” she asks again. He hasn’t spoken.