Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 23

  He sucks in a breath, his head lifting. She can see his face in the light of his computer. His eyes are tragic. He swallows hard. “Did I just lose you, Annabelle? Do you love him?”

  Annabelle’s heart is aching – has been since Paul drove away. “I love you, Luke. You!”

  His eyes bore into her. “Well, what the fuck was that in the dining room?”

  “In the dining room?” Annabelle echoes, confused. “What?”

  “That shit feeding him dinner and doting over him. Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!”

  “Huh?” Annabelle can only utter incredulously. “You’re freaking out about dinner? Paul was hungry. He hadn’t eaten tonight. I heated up leftovers for him.”

  “And what was that with the big long goodbye? That was a full-on love scene, baby. It killed me to watch that.”

  Annabelle suddenly can’t help but giggle. “Luke, I’d just had sex with the guy. I can’t help it if I get a bit mushy after something like that. I’m just a frigging girl, don’t forget. I’m not really a porn star who can do all that and not have it feel like it means something.”

  Luke just shakes his head and gets out from beneath her. She waits in his seat while he braces against the door frame, looking outside. He’s stays like that for too long. Annabelle goes to him and cuddles from behind. “I just got carried away with my emotions. He’s a really sweet guy to be kissed and cuddled by. I know it’s not real but I can’t help being swept up in how real it feels when it’s happening…. It wasn’t really that different tonight, except maybe a bit more intense after what happened in the bedroom.”

  Luke’s hand lowers from the door frame and closes over one of Annabelle’s. He squeezes but takes a while to say anything. Annabelle waits. She thinks she believes what she just said but isn’t sure.

  Luke turns to her and rests back against the door frame, still holding her hand. “So, it wasn’t real? The loving couple bit?” He huffs a breath. “And what about in the bedroom – some of the things you said?”

  Annabelle lowers her eyes and shrugs a little. “To be honest, I don’t know exactly what was real and what wasn’t, Luke. I knew you were there at the window and that made me feel really crazy. That’s all I know for sure right now.”

  “Huh….” Luke chuckles slightly. “That was frigging harsh, baby…. It was amazingly hot but damned harsh too.”

  “Really? Amazingly hot, huh?” Annabelle’s heart lifts. “Did you like watching?”

  Luke swallows hard and sighs. “Wow, baby. I fucking came in my pants that first time he unloaded in you…. How fucking deep was he? He really did shoot that into your womb, didn’t he?”

  “Yeah….” Annabelle utters, leaning into her husband’s arms now. “I think my womb is probably flooded with Paul’s sperm right now, Luke…. It felt like he came so hard both times…. It’s like I can feel billions of his little tadpoles swimming all up inside me. It’s so sexy, don’t you think?”

  “It is sexy, baby. It’s mind blowing how hot that was to watch…. And then when his cock slipped out of you at the end and it left your pussy wide open. Then some of his cum dripped out onto the bed.”

  “Mmm – you liked that…? I could feel him soften inside me.” Annabelle places her husband’s hand on her belly, guiding his fingers to just beneath her belly button. “It softened from all the way up in here.”

  Luke strokes her hair with his other hand. “Somewhere I’ll never be able to reach inside you,” he says and kisses her head. “That guy’s intimately touched you somewhere I never will.”

  Annabelle lifts to breathe into a kiss, “Yes he has, Luke. He touched me there with his penis and emptied his balls while he was enjoying the feel of me so deep inside.”

  “Aw fuck, baby. Don’t say that. My cock hurts too much.”

  Annabelle giggles into another kiss. “Well, I’m too cold out here anyway. Can we go inside now?”

  She leads the way, hurrying across the grass in bare feet. Luke goes straight to the shower. Annabelle pulls off the bed cover and gets under the sheet, lying on her back, her hands crossed over her belly at the thought of Paul’s sperm living inside of her down there. It’s a feeling of pure glee bubbling up inside of her now, and she reaches up to turn off her lamp then snuggles over on her side with her hands pressed between her legs.

  The shower stops. A few minutes later, Luke lies close behind her. She takes his arm and cuddles herself with it, quickly drifting off to sleep.

  *

  Luke’s side of the bed is cold and vacant when Annabelle wakes in the middle of the night. She has woken to the buzz of a phone message. She checks it and finds a stupid promo for something, but there’s another unread message as well. It’s from Paul and was received at 11.13pm.

  Paul: Hey Annabelle just wanted to be sure that was all okay tonight. Had a great time but really wouldn’t want to do anything to fuck with your marriage. It’s all good yeah?

  Annabelle pulls on her robe and goes to find her husband. He’s in the kitchen looking out the open window. She cuddles behind him. “Hey….”

  “Hey, baby, are you thirsty?” he offers a glass of juice he’s holding.

  Annabelle takes a sip. “Look,” she says and shows him her phone.

  Luke reads and nods. “Yeah, that’s pretty cool of the guy.”

  “See – he’s actually really nice.” Annabelle clicks off her phone and puts it on the counter. She’ll answer that message in the morning, she decides – happy to have a ready-made excuse to make contact again.

  Luke leans back against the sink. “I still don’t want you to go with him on Friday though.”

  “I know…. I already told him…. He’s fine. He said he’d just make it a quick fly up and back without stopping. He said he has other work he needs to do on the day anyway.”

  “Maybe you could invite him again tomorrow night though…?” Luke asks. “I mean, if you wanted to.”

  “I want to,” Annabelle answers without hesitation. “I want him to fuck me again.”

  “Yeah….” Luke nods. “Just like tonight?”

  “Definitely!” Annabelle agrees, smiling at the glee bubbling up again.

  “And you still think it will be safe, baby? I mean, with your timing and that?”

  “Yes.” Annabelle is quite confident in her research. “I think tomorrow night is my deadline, Luke. Say midnight tomorrow!”

  “Wow. That precise, huh?”

  “Well, no, of course not, silly. But you have to draw a line somewhere with this method – based on the number of days.”

  Luke frowns in thought. “Method? So this is a method?”

  “Sure! There’s plenty of people who can’t or won’t use other contraception. It’s called the rhythm method, and you just have to have set days that are off limits…. People do it all the time.”

  Luke nods slowly, his mind obviously ticking over with something. He glances at Annabelle but doesn’t say anything.

  “What, Luke? What is it?”

  “Well, it’s just about this risk that we’re taking – I mean, even just a small one…. And I was just wondering if you just want the risk to be with him, and not me as well?”

  “Oh….” Annabelle utters, feeling her blush rise quickly.

  Her husband’s face is red too. “I mean, if you’d rather it was just with him…?” he asks searchingly.

  Annabelle bites her lip and nods shamefully. She edges close and slips her hands within her husband’s. She gazes into his eyes – tilts to softly meet his lips. “I’d prefer to only have Paul’s seed in my womb, okay…? It’s so nice to feel that from just one man.”

  Luke gulps, nodding. “Yeah, and it’s better to make this game thing more exciting, I suppose.”

  “Uh huh,” Annabelle utters. “Are you coming back to bed?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be in soon….”

  Annabelle leaves her husband and quickly returns to sleep. She wakes full of excitement and anticipation in the morning. Luke is s
till sleeping soundly. She makes their breakfast and packs his lunch. He’s all edgy stares and half smiles as they eat and see each other off to work from the train station.

  The office is already bustling by the time Annabelle arrives. Catching a ride with Luke always gets her to the city too early, and she has spent an hour strolling around window shopping at the mall beneath and surrounding the building before coming in. She had replied to Paul’s text earlier, just thanking him for his concern and agreeing it was a good night. She wants to see him in person to ask about another visit that night.

  It’s a few busy hours into her shift at 11.30am when her phone buzzes with a text from him.

  Paul: Hey beautiful. Bring me up a coffee?

  Annabelle’s entire body lights up with the thrill of this simple request. She often gets coffee for her boss but has never been asked to do so by Paul before. She has a guess at what he might want and picks the best few biscuits from the community stash in the kitchenette. She rides the elevator tingling her excitement. Paul’s secretary is absent. His office door is open. He beams a huge smile when she looks in.

  “Hey, sweetheart – been missing you like crazy all morning,” he greets her.

  “Hi. Me too,” Annabelle gushes, and as soon as she puts down the tray she’s holding, Paul pulls her into his arms. Annabelle melts into his kiss. His eyes are up and to the side. He backs her toward the door and kicks it shut, turning the latch to lock it. They fall onto his leather couch together.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” he says, lifting from her lips to look into her eyes.

  Annabelle’s heart is bursting. She opens as he presses to her mouth again. She swoons into him this time – his tongue probing her mouth and his hand closing over her breast. He suddenly relents and lift’s his head, smiling. His eyes roll down and he hooks a finger, pulling her blouse away from her chest and having a look at her lacy white bra.

  She giggles and poses her question. “So, my husband is working late again tonight if you want to come over…?”

  Paul does an exaggerated frown. “I can’t. I’ve got this huge new case and have to get up to speed with the clients. I’m going to be slammed from lunch today until after the weekend.”

  “Oh….” Annabelle’s heart sinks along with her excitement.

  Paul’s frown flips into a smile. His brows waggle. “Got half an hour right now though…. What do you say – want another big creamy load?”

  “Um….” Annabelle gulps but Paul presses to her lips, mashing firmly and working his tongue back into her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her heart swells with excitement again. His hand slides up her skirt and his huge fingers probe her through her underwear.

  “Oh, that’s so fucking wet,” Paul groans as his fingers find the edge of her panties and slide right on into her. “You definitely want a load, don’t you, beautiful? You want your little married belly topped up with jiz, right?” He’s finger banging Annabelle now.

  “Uhh..hhh… Yes I want it, Paul…. Fuck me and fill me up,” Annabelle moans into his mouth.

  He pulls down her panties while opening his belt and trousers with his other hand. Annabelle lies there watching him. He holds her panties to his face and sniffs them. “How long have you been wet for me, Annabelle?”

  “All morning,” she tells him.

  He has his cock in his hand. It’s erect – bulging veins. “Do you want this?”

  Annabelle nods.

  “Better pull up your skirt a bit more so we don’t mess it up too much.”

  Annabelle pulls her skirt up above her hips. Paul looks at her pussy. She opens her legs wider and he grins. “Please…. I want it,” Annabelle utters.

  Paul smirks this time. He kneels on the couch and lowers with his cock still in his fist. He braces above Annabelle by holding the armrest behind her head. She arches her hips up off the soft leather cushion as he touches the head of his dick to her dripping little slit. He wipes the crown up through her folds, opening them and pausing to rub her clit. Her belly shudders. She stares down at what he’s doing. He groans low and inserts the head of his cock into her slick wetness.

  Paul smirks harder and catches Annabelle’s eyes. He slowly sinks into her. “I liked fucking you on your marital bed last night….” He relaxes down onto Annabelle and grinds the upper side of the base of his cock against her swollen clit. “This is your first other cock since you got married?”

  Annabelle nods. “Yours is the only cock I want now.”

  He chuckles. “Not even hubby’s?”

  Annabelle shakes her head. “No…. Uhh..hhh…”

  “Ooh that’s so fucking tight and wet.” Paul lifts Annabelle’s leg and hooks it over his arm. He’s grinding firmly against her sloppy hole – fully up her. He pulls back slowly then thrusts, jolting her against the arm rest.

  Annabelle’s eyes and mind drift off as he does it again, and again. She stares at the ceiling while he thumps against her – his huge cock spearing her and painfully bumping her cervix. That pain quickly merges with the burgeoning warmth and pleasure deeper inside her belly, and she undulates up off the couch and plants herself over the massive tool penetrating her. She holds herself suspended and grinds on it, mashing her sopping married gash against her lover’s crotch. She’s splayed against him with her belly clenching in orgasmic spasms. He throws back his head, letting out a subdued guttural roar as his swollen cock throbs and gushes heavy spurts of semen directly into her cervix and her receptive womb.

  Paul bends to her and takes her mouth hard. He’s still embedded in her and emptying his balls. His hips have slipped beneath hers and have her lower body suspended – her legs now dangling either side of him. He chuckles into her mouth. “Need to draw it all in nice and deep. Don’t want to be sitting in it all day, right?” He sits back, keeping her lower body suspended and placing a hand beneath her crumpled skirt and upon her still-quivering belly. His cock pops out of her, springing upright – his heavy balls pressed against her opening.

  Annabelle is relaxed there. She closes her hand part way around his cock and strokes down to the base, cupping and feeling his balls with her extended fingers. “It’s nice with your hand there, Paul. My belly feels so warm from you on the inside.”

  He grins. “I’ve got a load for your pretty mouth as well before you go. Just keep stroking like that.”

  Annabelle swallows. “Your balls or your dick?”

  “Go up to the head – just work it.”

  Annabelle obeys, flaying her wet fingers over the spongy dome and watching the concentration grow in his face. He abandons her belly and strokes himself as well – letting her do the head while jerking his shaft.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he says and lurches up over her. She takes the head of his cock in her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut as it pulses with four or five heavy spurts of cum. He holds her head with one hand and fucks her mouth for a bit – just finishing himself off completely and watching while Annabelle licks his cock clean of their juices. He then holds the shaft up out of the way while she scoots lower and kisses and sucks on his balls. He’s stroking her hair now. She’s peering up into his eyes.

  He glances at his watch. “Oops….”

  Annabelle gets up onto her knees and tugs her skirt down. Paul is fixing his trousers. He grins again. “You’d better use my bathroom and straighten up, sweetheart. You look freshly fucked.”

  Annabelle giggles. “I feel freshly fucked, thank you very much.”

  “Yeah, but fun, right? Nothing quite like a workplace bang in the middle of the day!”

  “Hmm – well, this is my first, but yes, I loved it,” Annabelle says as she enters the bathroom. She quickly straightens her hair and wipes and dabs at her smeared make-up. There are tissues and she does what she can – restoring a passable presentation, she thinks.

  Paul is on his computer when she comes out. “Sorry – I’m way late already,” he explains, and he takes Annabelle into his arms and strokes her face, kissing her c
losed lips. “You have to go right away, but there should be something waiting for you on your desk, okay?” He pecks her lips again. “I’ll try to keep in touch over the weekend when I can.”

  Annabelle is shuffled out the door and has her bottom patted on the way. She glares back in question about the something on her desk. Paul smiles and waves her along, closing his door. She checks herself in the elevator mirror on the way down to her work level. When she arrives back at her desk she finds a huge bunch of flowers, and her entire body lights up with glee again.

  She leans in to draw the beautiful scent. It’s a mixed arrangement of purple, orange and white. There’s a small card in an envelope: Going to miss you big time this weekend beautiful XXX

  Annabelle sits and leans back in her chair. Her works station is partitioned from others. She peeps over but no one is looking. She doesn’t have any close girlfriends at work to share with anyway. She opens the card and glows over it for a while, unable to stop her smile.

  Annabelle has a packed lunch and opens it upon her desk. The first mouthful of egg and lettuce is weird mixed with the still-strong taste of Paul’s cum. She eats while resuming her work. The afternoon flies by and she’s soon gazing out the window of a train with her hands pressed together between her naughty thighs. She still can’t help smiling every couple of minutes, but there’s also the cold realization that she will need to face Luke with what she’s done. This realization includes the stark reality that she has done exactly what he said he would not be able to handle. She has been complicit with Paul at the exclusion of her loving and supportive husband.

  Annabelle swallows hard at that knot of betrayal. She hadn’t even considered rejecting Paul’s advances – hadn’t even thought of Luke and how he might feel. She had been sitting there in her chair dripping with anticipation of even a text from her lover. She had been literally dripping in her panties and was in no condition to deny him.

  The house is empty and quiet when Annabelle opens her front door and walks in. It’s always empty and quiet of course, but seems even more so right then. A sense of disquiet descends upon her – the first ever negative feeling she has experienced since her and Luke first stepped into the house and immediately made the real estate agent an offer. This is where they are going to make a family and raise it. It’s where they plan to grow old together. Yet there is now the taint of doubt in Annabelle’s mind.