Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature's Game (Full Service Book 1) Page 9

  “Um…. Again?”

  “Yeah, I want you to cum for me once more before I give this to you.” He kisses her upturned lips. She closes her eyes and moans into his mouth. He pulls her into his arms and forces his mouth to hers, his jaw moving, hers moving in unison, her slender neck contracting as she swallows once, then again after a moment. He finally breaks the kiss and lifts to look into her eyes. They’re glazed – her mouth still open.

  He takes her mouth again, squashing his lips to hers while his arm begins to move back and forth and his fingers plunge in and out of her pussy.

  Annabelle’s feet lift to the edge of the sofa – her legs completely spread now. She starts squirming and humping against the guy’s hand. He increases the pace of his fingering, his palm slapping against her mashed open pussy. He suddenly stops and she flexes her hips, arching her bottom up off the sofa. He teases her with the slightest contact then inserts his thumb and forefinger and opens her – his eyes rolling from their kiss to look at what he’s doing and glance at the camera.

  “Don’t tease….” Annabelle pleads.

  “No? So, you’re ready to cum for me?”

  She nods, gulping, her face wet and her lips red and puffy.

  “Okay, I want you to watch the camera while I finger bang you now…. Keep watching for as long as you can until your orgasm hits, okay?”

  Annabelle nods obediently again and looks at the camera, meeting Luke’s eyes.

  The guy resumes fingering her. “That’s it – keep them spread nice and wide for me. I want to see this hot little hole I wish I could just fuck.”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle utters, her breath already ragged as she braces up off the sofa cushion with her legs splayed open and her fingers white-knuckling the arm rest and the guy’s other fingers. She tenses and holds herself suspended while the guy bangs her hard and fast, his hand slapping loudly against her and his two fingers spearing into her. She stares at the camera but her brow has furrowed and her mouth is gaping now. Her chest shudders, her tits jiggling. “Uhh…hhh…hhh,” she cries and her eyes roll upward and her head arches back. Her belly is quivering wildly but it suddenly convulses and goes into a spasm. The fingers have stopped banging her and are spreading her pussy open. Her vagina is gaping and her inner walls are throbbing.

  “Fuck yeah look at that,” Ryan groans, staring at her opening. He holds her thigh aside with one hand and spreads her labia with the fingers of his other, just glancing at the camera. Luke can see the inside of his wife’s vagina pulsing with soft contractions. The guy inserts two fingers into her again and looks over her slender body. He feels her tits. She arches her chest forward and he gropes from one to the other. “Do you want me to cum all over these?”

  “Uh huh….” Annabelle moans and presses her legs together, grabbing his arm and squirming away from his fingers. She looks to him with her brow still severely furrowed and her face completely flushed. He’s playing with her tight little nipples, plucking them. She thrusts her chest forward. “Yeah, touch me. I love it when you feel them.”

  “Yeah? And Jack liked them too, didn’t he?”

  “Yes,” Annabelle utters.

  “Was he too rough when he was feeling them?” Ryan bends and sucks on one of Annabelle’s tits. She cradles his head. He draws back and releases the nipple with a pop. Her full breast is wet, the little bud reddened and pointy. He’s sucking on the other tit while she rakes fingers in his hair. “Jack said he likes how hard your nipples get the best…. He said his one got even harder when we were sucking one each.”

  “Mmm – I liked when you were sucking one each like that,” Annabelle says sweetly.

  “Yeah, too bad his sister showed up, eh? Poor Jack missed out, didn’t he?”

  “Um…. He actually fingered me a little bit when you were on the phone. He was kissing me and did it up my skirt.”

  “Ah good then. Jack’s cool. I’m glad he got a proper feel of you.”

  “Uh huh – he did…. I was still so wet from you in the car and he pushed his finger straight in me.”

  “Fuck yeah – that’s great, Annabelle. I know he hasn’t gotten with a woman in ages – probably over a year…. He would have really loved that few minutes with you.”

  “Yeah…. And it was nice for me too,” Annabelle utters, writhing up against Ryan’s hand as he gropes her tits hard again. “Plus he’s a good kisser,” she says through a ragged breath.

  Ryan grins. “Okay – good…. But it’s my turn now, eh?”

  “Uh huh – your turn,” Annabelle says as the guy straddles her closed legs. His back is then obscuring her face from the camera but Luke sees his wife’s arm lift and begin to move a little.

  “Yeah, like that,” Ryan tells her and he shifts one leg down and between hers, then the other. He’s then kneeling on the edge of the sofa with Annabelle sitting up a bit to give him room. He then lowers more and Luke sees Annabelle’s hands around the thick shaft of his cock.

  She’s stroking slowly and rubbing over the head. He begins to thrust and she keeps one hand around the head, allowing him to fuck that fist while holding him against her belly with the other. His balls are tight in their sac and pressed against her pubic hair.

  “What about some lube, Annabelle? Get some from your pussy, eh?”

  Annabelle giggles. “Hmm – I guess….” She then slips her hand down and rubs into herself, wetting her fingers then smearing her juices along the guy’s shaft.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he groans and thrusts more firmly against her belly and into her hand.

  Annabelle feels into her pussy and smears more of her juice. He spears his cock through both of her hands, pulling all the way back then thrusting and squirming harder against her little bush and lower belly now.

  “Mmm – like that?” Annabelle teases sweetly and holds him against her slippery skin.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he cries and pulls back then thrusts hard and holds.

  “Ahh!” Annabelle squeals and grips his hips. “Ryan no!” she cries out and he thrusts again and again then holds firmly and grinds against her. “Uhh…hhh..hh” Annabelle moans this time – the pain gone from her initial squeal.

  “Oh fuck yes….” Ryan groans and thrusts once more then holds firm again, his cock now visible stretching Annabelle’s pussy open. He’s aligned too high and Luke can see the underside of his cock inside of her. “Oh fuck!” he gasps loudly and his balls contract into the base of his shaft and the veined underside of his cock pulses once, then again, then he pulls out and his load is gushing – his cock flexing and his balls pulsing as thick ropes of cum lash Annabelle’s belly and tits. “Oh fuck me….” the guy breathes heavily, keeping himself suspended while his cock levers and gradually begins to droop, still leaking semen.

  Annabelle takes hold of it and strokes softly. Her legs are still spread either side of his. Her pussy is gaping again, and Luke sucks in a breath of his own as he sees what he assumes is semen oozing out of it. It looked like the guy had shot his first few spurts into her. Luke decides to check that later and just watch on for now.

  “That was bad, and it hurt!” Annabelle scolds, but she’s still massaging the guy’s cock and there’s a smile in her voice.

  Ryan rests down beside her, keeping one leg over hers and thus keeping her spread. He’s propped on an elbow smiling as he looks over her body and his rather large load of cum. He wipes some with his fingers and Annabelle opens and sucks them into her mouth.

  “Nice?” he asks her.

  She shakes her head.

  “More?”

  She nods.

  Ryan collects another thick rope of his goo and feeds it to Annabelle. She sucks his fingers, frowning, and swallows softly then opens for more.

  Ryan’s cock is resting upon Annabelle’s groin. There’s semen still oozing from it. He takes hold of his shaft and shifts forward to wipe the dribble of cum up through Annabelle’s open slit. He tilts and sees where a trail of it has seeped from her, and his cock flexes in his hand as he wipes the head from beneath and gathers that congealed glob of semen. He wipes it upward and pushes it inside of Annabelle, inserting the swollen dome of his cock and an inch or two of the shaft.

  Annabelle is watching and presses her hand against his stomach.

  Ryan looks at her face.

  She shakes her head. “We can’t…. Not like you want to….” He nods and looks back down at what he’s doing. He gathers another rope of semen from her belly and lifts it with his fingers. Annabelle then cranes her neck a little to watch him position those finger tips at the base of her vagina, the thick, stringy fluid still visible as he inserts his fingers into her. He inserts all the way in while his cock flexes fully erect upon her groin and she squeezes it there.

  Ryan keeps his fingers fully up her and works her clit with the heel of his hand. She rests her head against his shoulder and strokes his cock. He’s thrusting through her little wet fist and holding her firmly as she grinds on his fingers. “Uhh..hhh…” she suddenly moans and her belly clenches again. Her hand abandons the cock it has been stroking and grips the cushion beneath her. Ryan peels her pussy open with a thumb and surges forward to get the head of his cock into her. He then tenses and holds firm while his shaft flexes, his balls pulsing, and Annabelle’s little hand pressing against his stomach again. “No – not inside me….” she utters in protest.

  Ryan closes his big hand over hers and holds it while slowly rolling his hips and inserting his cock a little further. It’s about half way up her and the veins from the base are still pulsing. “It’s okay – just take it,” he groans. “There – nearly done now….”

  “Mmm – but you shouldn’t, Ryan. I don’t even let my husband cum inside me.” Annabelle lifts her upper body to look down at where she’s being penetrated. She pushes against the guy’s leg, trying to rise up off him. The broad head of his cock appears stretching open her reddened inner folds. A thick glob of semen oozes from the eyelet. Annabelle’s wet little fingers close over their coupling and she captures the guy’s dick as he rolls his hips and thrusts slowly again. “No – you can’t have me like this,” she says to him and he nuzzles and kisses her neck. “This was so bad.”

  “Was it? Was it really so bad?” he teases her.

  “Yes…” she tells him but she’s shaking her head and smiling.

  He bites her neck softly. “It’s sort of good too though, eh…. Would you rather have my load inside you like that or your husband’s?”

  Annabelle doesn’t answer. She just scrunches a shoulder against the guy’s face. She’s still holding his cock with the head sliding back and forth through her creamy slit and gooey fingers.

  “Well?” the guy presses, biting her neck again.

  “Yours….” Annabelle utters softly.

  “My what?” Ryan probes mercilessly.

  Annabelle turns her head to meet his eyes. She takes a breath. “I like that it’s your cum inside me down there, okay? Satisfied now?”

  The guy smiles. “And you’re not using any protection? No pill? No diaphragm or anything?”

  “No…. My husband uses condoms,” Annabelle admits softly.

  “Oh yeah – definitely satisfied now,” the guy says, smiling even bigger.

  Annabelle giggles and punches his huge arm, but just watches him rub the rest of his cum into her tits. His cock is still pressed against her pussy – her lips opening over it and leaking more of his semen.

  He offers her his hand and she holds his wrist and licks his fingers. “How’s that live sperm taste?” he asks her.

  “Terrible!” she says flatly but continues licking between his fingers then holding them and licking the palm of his hand.

  He strokes her hair and cups the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss and covering her mouth with his. He also feels for his cock head and presses it down and thrusts slowly, entering her again. “Mmm….” Annabelle moans into his mouth and she clutches his bicep, but he rolls his pelvis and forces his cock all the way inside of her. “No, you can’t….” she cries and squirms away from it, clutching it in her little hand again and squeezing it.

  Ryan chuckles. “Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?”

  “Trying? I think you’ve done more than just try.”

  “Yeah, true….” He shifts a little and guides Annabelle onto her back. He then lies beside her propped on an elbow. “In all seriousness, I could run you down to the pharmacy to pick up a morning after pill. I got those first few spurts into you nice and deep then that second load felt pretty big too…. I’d say there’s quite a lot of my cum in you.”

  “Hmm – it certainly felt like a lot,” Annabelle replies softly and strokes a finger down the guy’s chest.

  “Okay – so we’ll need to get you that pill, eh?”

  “Um – maybe not. I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay – just with timing.”

  “Oh right. So you know how to work all that out…. Yeah, of course you would if you don’t use any contraception yourself.”

  “Yeah, I know enough to not be worried by this just now. Except you’re still bad for doing it!”

  Ryan chuckles again. “Well, that’s what I mean by trying. It’s not as if I got to actually fuck you, Annabelle…. You’d certainly know it if I did.”

  Annabelle giggles. “I don’t doubt it with the size of that thing.”

  “Yeah, and now you’re going to miss out completely with me having to leave tomorrow. Which really sucks.”

  “Hmm – no, I don’t know about your actual situation with your new job and moving, but I’m glad we won’t be seeing each other again…. I wouldn’t want this to go any further, Ryan.”

  The guy takes that in and nods. “That’s probably wise, Annabelle…. If I wasn’t so drained I’d probably fuck you properly right now – whether you allowed it or not.”

  Annabelle’s blush rises. “Don’t do that, please?”

  “No, I won’t. But only because I’ve gotten off already.” Ryan takes Annabelle’s mouth softly at first but soon deepens his kiss. Annabelle moans into his mouth and responds, kissing him back just as passionately.

  She comes up breathlessly when he lifts from her. She takes a few deep breaths. “But I’m glad you came inside me this one time though, Ryan. I like that your semen is in my belly right now…. I don’t regret that it happened – that you took me a little more than I had in mind.” He strokes her face and kisses her softly. “It just feels so sexy to have sperm from a big strong man like you all up inside me.”

  “So you never let your husband cum in you? It’s always with a condom?”

  Annabelle nods. “I never use anything, so he has to wear a condom…. This is the first semen I’ve ever had in me…. I’m just so excited that it’s from you, Ryan.” Annabelle opens for another kiss and moans into the guy’s mouth. “Your cock is so much bigger than I’m used to and so are your balls…. I hope you came in me as much as it felt like.” She lifts her head for him to suck her neck, holding him close and whispering in his ear, “I felt at least three really powerful spurts before you pulled out of me that first time, and it hurt because you were in me so deep but I loved the feel of you cumming inside me unprotected.”

  “Yeah, got those first couple of spurts into you nice and deep,” the guy groans. “They were fucking huge too – felt like they came all the way from the base of my balls.”

  “Mmm – really?” Annabelle moans into another kiss.

  “Fuck yeah! Fully loaded with sperm and shot straight into your thirsty little womb….”

  “Uh huh – into my womb,” Annabelle echoes. “I’ve been waiting since my wedding night and it turns out you’re the first to have me fully like this, Ryan…. Mmm – I feel like a new bride taken by another man.”

  Luke is gripping his cock through his boxer shorts. It flexes and he squeezes hard but can’t stop from ejaculating. On the screen Ryan takes his wife’s mouth again, his tongue visible at times as their jaws move and their lips mash wildly together. Luke slumps back in the sofa – his hand closed over his deflated cock – the thin fabric covering it soaked in his cum.

  Luke closes his eyes and just listens to his wife being kissed for a while then giggling and murmuring with the guy. Luke checks when there’s silence and watches them kissing deeply and passionately again. He sits there staring at the screen but the guy’s hand suddenly enlarges towards the camera then there’s a blurred picture then a blank screen…..

  Chapter 12

  Annabelle wakes and feels for her husband but finds his side of the bed empty. She checks the time and see’s it’s only just after midnight. She grimaces at the discomfort of another menstrual cramp and thinks about getting up to take some pain killers, but she’s too sleepy and just pulls the sheet over her head and manages to get back to sleep.

  In the morning she again wakes alone. “Luke?” she calls out. A moment passes with no response. The house is in silence. Annabelle gets up and uses the bathroom. She goes to the kitchen still yawning and finds dishes from her husband’s breakfast. She looks out the kitchen window and can’t see his work truck in the garage. She checks the front driveway. It seems he’s already left for work.

  Annabelle has work to get to herself. It’s early though, and she has plenty of time to eat a leisurely fruit salad and sip coffee over a magazine. When she looks in her wardrobe for something to wear she chooses one of her longer skirts and buttons up her blouse tight. The previous week she had dressed for the guys at the office but isn’t in the mood. Her cramps have abated but she’s still feeling tense and cranky.

  Work for Annabelle is a half hour train ride into the city to the offices of a small time law firm mostly handling property conveyancing. Her morning is busy and she can’t quite shake the bad mood. She’s sitting there staring out the cafeteria window up on the fifth floor with an untouched sandwich on a plate when a large and powerful presence looms over her.

  “Annabelle! How are you today?”

  Annabelle sucks in a breath as she jerks out of her trance and looks up. “Mr Jamison! Hi!”

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