Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 24

  She goes about her duties and gradually brightens as the weird feeling edges back into her subconscious. She greets Luke with a hug and kiss. Her smile for him is real. In spite of the conflict she’s dealing with, she’s overwhelmingly happy and absolutely glowing inside. She still has on her sticky panties from work. She’s been seeping Paul’s cum all day. The exciting thought of that gushes through her body as she relaxes in her husband’s arms.

  Chapter 28

  “I know – I’m really disappointed too, Luke. But this new big case is all over work. I get why Paul wasn’t able to come over tonight. He really wanted to.”

  “Yeah, I guess I was just pumped for it. I sent you a couple of texts.”

  “Oh…. I haven’t even looked at my phone this afternoon.” Annabelle gets her phone from her bag and sits back on the lounge with her after dinner wine. There are two texts from Luke and one from Paul.

  Paul 4.46pm: How was your afternoon? Not too sticky I hope. Mine was all stress. I just missed you tonight. I wanted to get another load off.

  Annabelle’s face is hot. Luke is looking across at her from a recliner in the corner of the room. She doesn’t dare type what she’s thinking and puts her phone back in her bag.

  “But I suppose it’s only today that we were planning for. There’s always later – at the end of the rhythm thing.”

  “What?” Annabelle’s sensibilities are jarred back to her lounge room.

  “I was just reading your book today and it says the safe days continue after the woman ovulates as well. It even looks to be the safer time.”

  “Oh yeah…. Wow, Luke! You have been reading up.”

  Luke grins. “Well, we’re going to be actually trying to beat the system after this, don’t forget…. I figure I should at least get a handle on how things work.”

  Annabelle giggles and is attacked by another surge of regret. Her husband has actually made an effort for them, and his honest smile and kind eyes always get to her anyway.

  Their chat ventures off into their holiday plans again and they agree on a visit to both sets of parents the coming weekend. Annabelle has soaked for an hour in a bath and is getting ready for bed when she finds an envelope and tiny gift box tied with a pink ribbon on her pillow. She opens the envelope. It’s a card with a picture of horses in a field on the front. She has always loved horses and used to ride all the time when she was a kid.

  She opens the card: Just wanted to remind my beautiful wife that I still love and respect her.

  Annabelle tears up instantly. She tugs the ribbon and opens the box to find a seashell pendant on a delicate silver chain. She holds it, studying the seashell and recognising it as one Luke had collected at the beach the other week – one that she had seen and he got drenched trying, and apparently failing to catch in a receding wave.

  Annabelle is crying now. She hears Luke coming back from putting out the rubbish bins and she hurries back to the bathroom and closes the door. Her phone buzzes in the pocket of her robe. She holds it with shaking hands and checks the sequence of messages – her own that she had just sent while in the bath and this new one in response.

  Annabelle 9.18 pm: I’m so sorry I missed you Paul. My belly is aching for another load from you right now.

  Paul 9.37 pm: Wish I could oblige. On a plane now. Will save you a huge one for next week sweetheart. Think of me when you’re stroking that tight little pussy in bed.

  Annabelle deletes the conversation. She deletes Paul from her contacts completely. She looks for how to block a number but runs out of steam before accomplishing that. Her tears have stopped. There’s still the ache in her throat but she had thought this through an hour ago while chatting and laughing with her husband: She hasn’t done that much wrong. Today at work was a mild deception – not a betrayal. It was nothing more than she had already done at Luke’s behest and right in front of him. And it wasn’t something she planned and schemed to do. It was really just a spontaneous continuation of the sex from the previous night.

  Annabelle relaxes into the comfort of those deliberations. She just has to ignore any more of these texts and not take calls from Paul. She realizes she shouldn’t have deleted him from her contacts because she won’t actually be aware when it’s him calling now. She checks her call history and finds the number there, minus the name, and she restores the contact.

  Luke knocks lightly on the door. “Are you okay, baby?”

  “Yes – coming,” she calls back. “Can I have another glass of wine please?”

  “Sure…. Bedroom or lounge?”

  “Lounge…. I want to strip the bed.”

  “Okay….” Luke walks back down the hall.

  Annabelle pulls at her face and fixes her hair in the mirror. She puts on her new pendant. Luke is holding two glasses of wine when she wraps her arms around his neck and cuddles him tight.

  “Hey, you,” he says and tries to cuddle her back. “What’s up?”

  Annabelle has teared up again. She sniffles and pushes back. “I love it,” she says, fondling her pendant. “I love that you said you respect me, Luke. How did you even know how much it would mean to me?”

  He shrugs. “It seemed the obvious thing to make sure of, baby. We’re playing a game that involves you acting like a slut. I just figured it might be a good idea to let you know that I don’t see you that way.”

  Annabelle takes her wine and has a big sip. “Okay – so how do you see me, since we’ve been doing this?”

  Luke’s eyes roll up to the ceiling. He frowns in thought. “Well, first off, it’s only a tiny addition to everything that you already are – which I could spend half the night raving glowingly about – but to get to the point…. This tiny addition to my beautiful wife is just pure, wanton sexuality. It’s a fantasy come to life and it’s amazing and fucking beautiful. And it’s like full-on nature at work – raw and perfect exactly as it is.” Luke has a gulp of wine and grins. “Something like that, baby…. How about you? How do you see me for wanting and allowing this to happen?”

  Annabelle is staring gobsmacked. “Who are you? What have you done with my husband?”

  Luke joins in a chuckle. “I told you I’ve been reading your book. All that stuff about pregnancy and new mothers. It’s enlightening. What can I say?”

  “What – you read the whole thing?”

  “Most of it. I just started with the ovulation thing and got carried away. There was nobody else on site today and I’m waiting for a delivery before I can do much else with the job.”

  “Hmm….” Annabelle sips more wine. “Well, I see my excitingly kinky husband as a man with a lot more depth of imagination than I thought he had – and I already loved you to bits, so now it’s like supercharged in love.”

  “Yeah? So you don’t feel like I’m some kind of wimp or something? I mean – I know you don’t think that – but do you feel it at all?”

  Annabelle just glares at her husband. “Seriously – who are you? Not how I think but how I really feel? Shit, Luke, I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking questions like that.”

  Luke shrugs with his grin. “So, you shouldn’t have any problems answering then.”

  Annabelle giggles. “Really? Okay then let me see…. Is my body-snatched-by-aliens husband a wimp because he likes to watch another man fuck me? Hmm….” Annabelle has another sip of wine while considering soberly. “Well, I’m going to say that the ‘think and feel’ thing is the wrong way around on this one…. How about that for an answer?”

  “Um…. Please explain?”

  “Well, on the surface it’s a bit wimpy and it’s fun to go with that and sort of tease as if that’s true. But it’s actually pretty gutsy to accept that another man can be physically appealing to your wife and to allow her to indulge in the pleasure of that.”

  Luke is nodding. “Okay I’ll buy that, baby. That’s a good answer…. And it’s actually an extra big thrill for me not knowing exactly what part is the tease and what you really mean.”

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nbsp; Annabelle holds her husband’s gaze steadily. “I haven’t been too sure of that myself to be honest. It’s hard to keep a grip on what’s real and fantasy when you’re on a frigging roller-coaster, isn’t it?”

  Luke laughs. Annabelle joins in. They finish their wine and end up cuddling on the lounge. Luke has been quiet for a while before huffing a breath and looking up from fiddling with a lounge cushion.

  “So, what about this rhythm thing and the whole week of safe days at the end, baby? Wouldn’t that be a good opportunity to see if Paul wants to come around and fuck you again?”

  Annabelle takes that in and is excitedly warmed by the idea. “You’d like that, Luke?” she murmurs.

  Luke looks up more directly. “I’d like to watch him cum inside you again. That was pretty hot.”

  Annabelle swallows. “I’d like to feel him do it too….”

  “I mean just him – not me…. Like we said. Just in case there’s still a small risk.”

  Annabelle’s blush rises. “Which means if there’s any risk of pregnancy it would be his sperm present and not yours – right?”

  Luke nods – his face stern, his eyes still kind. “Just while we’re doing this sexy game though. Just for this rhythm thing that’s happening right now.”

  “Yeah, for this menstrual cycle….” Annabelle needs a calming breath before she can ask her next question. She takes one and looks at her husband again. “And what if the risk fails and Paul actually gets me pregnant, Luke? How would you feel then – do you think?”

  Luke gulps – his chest suddenly thumping against his shirt. He has the cushion pressed in his lap. Annabelle looks down at it then meets his almost fearful eyes now. He glances away then back again. “I’m not saying I want that, Annabelle…. Just that if he does get you pregnant from this, it won’t change anything for me – between us!”

  Annabelle’s heart is pounding as well. She’s every bit as off balance as her husband obviously is – her panties very damp all of a sudden. “It wouldn’t change anything for me either, Luke…. If it happened….”

  “Okay….” Luke concludes and pours more wine for them both. “This is all so hot and sexy now…. It was also interesting in your book about how sperm lives for up to five days…. Which means that right now you’re still carrying Paul’s live sperm in you.”

  “Yes, I am….” Annabelle utters, running a finger around the rim of her glass. “It feels like it’s making me glow – just the fact that it’s his.” Annabelle peers up at her husband. “I love the feel of him on top of me. He’s so powerful.”

  “Yeah, he looked massive on top of you…. Made you look so delicate and tiny…. It’s like he could lift you up with his cock if he wanted to.” Luke’s eyes soften. “You looked really great together, baby. It looked perfectly natural when he was inside you and covering you so completely.”

  “Mmm – now you’re turning me on, Luke…. Would you like to fuck me with that huge dildo again? If you kiss me while you’re doing it I can close my eyes and imagine it’s Paul.” Annabelle pushes Luke’s leg with her foot. “And then you can have a turn on me as well.”

  “Oh yeah? A threesome, huh?”

  “Hmm – maybe one day,” Annabelle teases.

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  Annabelle’s eating lunch at home the next day when she gets a text from Paul. She considers ignoring it or even just deleting it unread. She finally gives in and has a look.

  Paul: Hey beautiful. Just flew in and on my way to the lecture. Missing you.

  Annabelle can’t resist typing that she’s missing him too. She does that and her finger hovers from send to delete. She takes a long time to choose to delete.

  Annabelle and Luke leave on Friday night for the drive to her parents’ house and get that visit done by lunch on Saturday. The visit with Luke’s parents is local and fills the bulk of Sunday.

  Annabelle is in her bath Sunday night when she receives another text from Paul.

  Paul: Balls are getting seriously heavy. No action since I saw you last. Hope you’re thinking about me.

  Annabelle gets out of her bath and takes her phone to her bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed.

  Annabelle: Yes I’m thinking about you Paul but you’re teasing me.

  Paul: Show me your tits sweetheart. Take a pic for me?

  Annabelle giggles. Her blush fires up. There’s a full length mirror on her wardrobe door. She takes a breath, bites down on her grin and lifts her sleep-tee up to her neck – snapping a picture and typing a message to go with it before chickening out.

  Annabelle: You’re bad.

  Paul: Fuck you’re beautiful.

  Annabelle: Thank you.

  Paul: I can make out your slit through your panties. Check it for me. Is it wet?

  Annabelle’s blush intensifies. She reads the message again and does as it says. Her pussy is radiating damp heat. She teases open her labia and is slick inside.

  Annabelle: I’m very wet Paul. I can’t help it when I think about you.

  Paul: Yeah, that’s nice. That’s what I want. Do you work tomorrow?

  Annabelle: I work Tuesday and Wednesday this week.

  Paul: Okay I’ll try to wait but you just filled my balls even more. Do you want to send me another pic?

  Annabelle: I don’t know. What kind of pic?

  Paul: You know what I want sweetheart. Show me where you want my cock.

  Annabelle is chewing on her grin now. She giggles to herself and looks at her camera lens, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to her bottom lip.

  Annabelle: I want it in here.

  Paul: Yeah, so fucking hot and beautiful. Got to go. See you at work.

  Annabelle flops back on her bed smiling her glee and clutching her phone to her chest. She rereads the conversation and considers whether to show it to Luke or not. She sees nothing in it that would upset him – more likely just turn him on. She shuts down the phone and puts it in her bag, unsure if she actually wants to share with her husband and deciding to think about it for a while.

  She goes out to find Luke still asleep in the lounge chair in front of the television where she left him an hour ago. She turns down the volume and leaves him, sneaking back to the bedroom and taking the big vibrator from his bedside cabinet. She’s still slick from her chat with Paul, and the huge dong slips in easily, bringing her dripping arousal to a climax in no time at all.

  Annabelle isn’t quite asleep when Luke gets into bed but she pretends to be out to it. He doesn’t cuddle up, and she’s relieved about that as she lies there curled up and facing away, measuring breaths to keep them slow and shallow.

  *

  Ten minutes after Annabelle has her husband fed and packed off to work in the morning there’s a knock at the front door. She’s still in her sleep-tee and panties but grabs her robe on the way out of the bathroom. She’s still in the process of putting it on as she opens the front door and peeps around to find the ripped and powerful frame of the man she dreamt about all night.

  Paul’s face is serious, almost stern. He opens the screen door and steps in, drawing Annabelle into his arms. “Sorry – couldn’t wait,” he growls into her mouth, mashing his lips to hers and forcing her back against the foyer wall. He keeps his mouth over hers, stifling her weak protest as he gropes her crotch. His hand is under her shirt, his fingers curling up and probing her panties into her pussy.

  “But, Paul….” she manages to get out before his lips mash to hers again, his tongue snaking into her mouth and swirling around hers.

  Annabelle’s hands are against his chest but she just clutches his tee-shirt in her fists. He has fingers inside her and he’s ripping at his jeans. His huge thighs are between hers – her feet off the floor. He lowers and thrusts upward – his cock penetrating her and making her squeal into his mouth. He thrusts again, and again. Annabelle wraps her arms around his neck and clings to his pumped and quivering body. He crushes her against the wall – his surges up into her now rhythmic and shar
p. The head of his cock is hurting her but the pain is delicious. He pounds her again, and again, and her orgasm thumps through her belly just as he drives up her one last time and holds firm.

  “Oh fuck yes,” he groans deeply into Annabelle’s hair, and he gives another short thrust and curls upward with his pelvis. The tapered head of his erection is then wedged into Annabelle’s cervix. She can feel the pressure of it trying to open her – the now dull ache where the pain from a minute ago has melded into the contractions of her vagina around the thick shaft impaling her.

  Annabelle senses have quickly returned. She’s staring at the opposite wall and can feel Paul’s cock still throbbing inside of her. She imagines the broad eyelet at the tip of his cock head sealed around by the tight opening of her cervix – his powerful bursts of semen shooting directly into her womb.

  “Yeah, that’s fucking huge, sweetheart. Can you feel that?”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle utters.

  He gradually softens inside of her. His fingers slip from beneath her thighs and she regains contact with the floor. His jeans and briefs are around his ankles. “Hey….” he says with a smile and takes her lips softly this time.

  Annabelle can’t find any words. She returns his kiss, her skin tingling all over and her vagina still softly contracting against the absence of her lover’s penis. “But what are you doing here?” she utters into his mouth.

  “I know…. I couldn’t stand waiting until tomorrow…. I was so fucking backed up and full when I woke this morning.” He cuddles her close and chuckles into her ear. “All that nasty cum is better up inside of you than bursting my balls all day, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah…. It belongs inside me,” Annabelle utters shamefully. “It feels amazing, Paul. It’s making me feel so alive right now.”