Annabelle’s shorts are denim. Her husband pulls at the stud and zipper. He slides his flattened hand down the front of her panties, and she braces as he slips two fingers into her. They have met zero resistance. She’s completely slick.
Luke’s mouth leaves Annabelle’s and his head buries into her neck as he finger bangs her in silence. She is trying to brace for him but his hand is wedged in her tight shorts and his fingers are spearing awkwardly into her. She searches for his fly and pulls it down. His cock is hard and hot. She opens his pants fully and grips it, stroking fast as the cars on the highway zoom bye. Luke stiffens and thrusts into her fist, his cock pulsing and spurting thick ropes of cum all over her front.
Annabelle grips her husband’s arm and pushes it away. His fingers ooze out of her. He slumps back into his own seat.
They both sit there for a long few moments before Annabelle speaks again. “Okay, so what did that all mean, Luke? I’ve never felt you so crazy.”
Luke huffs a deep breath. “I don’t know, baby…. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen – experienced.”
Annabelle looks at him. “But why? I don’t understand.”
Luke’s head rolls to meet Annabelle’s gaze. “I don’t understand it either, baby. When that guy was just standing there looking at you I was all mixed up angry and turned on. I couldn’t think. I just about came in my pants right there and then and wanted to punch the fuck out of the guy at the same time.”
Annabelle glares. Her face heats again, her belly tingling wildly. “Really? You wanted to fight him and you were so turned on as well?”
Luke shakes his head, huffing another big calming breath. “I know, baby. That was completely crazy! That was the most incredible thing ever. I don’t know what to think – what to make of it. I just know that you were so fucking beautiful….”
“I was?” Annabelle’s smile claims her. “I was beautiful?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you were more than beautiful. You were…. I don’t know what you were…. That was the most amazing thing ever, baby! We so have to do that again – don’t you think?”
“I think I need a bathroom for now,” Annabelle says, plucking at her wet top and shorts.
“Oh yeah – sorry about that,” Luke says, grimacing guiltily, and he starts the car and drives back out onto the highway.
Annabelle grabs Luke’s overnight bag on the back seat and pulls a tee-shirt from it. She puts it on over her top, the drape of the thing almost long enough to cover her shorts as well.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“I don’t know. That was pretty freaky. I’m not sure how I feel about it now.”
Luke nods. “Yeah, I get that. I think it’s wearing off for me too.” He rubs his jaw and face. “I hope I never bump into that guy again. Just the grin on him when he was checking you out.”
Annabelle wring her hands in her lap, stretching the big tee-shirt down to cover herself. “He looked a bit rough. Did you see the tattoo on his neck?”
“Tattoo? No. What kind of tat – what was it of?”
“I don’t know – just that strange Asian writing. I think he was a little bit Asian.”
Luke huffs. “Yeah, whatever. I should have done something when he asked if he could touch you. I should have got out and punched his fucking head in.”
A thrill surges through Annabelle. “I’m glad you didn’t, Luke. He was a pretty big guy. He seemed really sure of himself.”
Luke takes a moment to respond. He’s looking straight ahead at the road. “Yeah, well I should have had a go at him anyway.”
Annabelle looks to her husband. “I don’t want you fighting anyone. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Luke’s jaw is set but his eyes waver and soften. “I didn’t seriously want to get out and fight the guy, baby. I’m just saying I should have.” He glances and meets Annabelle’s eyes. “Thinking about it, I kind of wish it had been that older guy at the bench rather than someone I probably wouldn’t be able to handle if it came to that.”
“Yes, I can see how that would have been better. But it just happened. He got out of his car and was right there looking down at me…. I couldn’t think to move or cover up or anything.”
“I know, baby. I couldn’t think to do anything either…. This whole thing is so crazy though. What are these stories you’ve been reading? I’m shocked that you would even think about something like this. We’ve never talked about anything like it. You’ve never dressed like this before either. Never!”
“But I have thought about it before. About dressing like this a little bit…. I’ve got some short skirts I’ve never worn outside of our bedroom.”
Luke does another double take. “What skirts?”
“Ones I bought to wear to work but chickened out. They’re just straight business skirts, but a few inches shorter than what I usually wear…. Plus I have stockings to go with them instead of pantyhose.”
Luke just looks at her.
“Except I have actually worn the stockings under my usual skirts…. Not that anyone would have noticed.”
“Stockings? Pantyhose? What’s the difference?”
Annabelle smiles at her husband. “Stockings only pull up your thighs and leave your skin exposed above. Pantyhose cover your panties, all the way up to your waist.”
Luke frowns thoughtfully. “Oh…. Yeah, I think I kind of knew that…. And with the stockings you what – you feel different wearing them? You said no one would notice.”
“It just feels sexy being bare around your upper thighs. And they look sexy too, even if no one gets to see – just like it feels nice to wear any sexy underwear.”
Luke’s nodding now, seemingly taking in this new information. He drives along quietly for a while and pulls into another roadside café. Annabelle gives him her lunch order and takes the dress she was planning to wear when they arrived to the bathroom. She gets changed and bundles her cummed on top and shorts in the big tee-shirt. Her dress is a usual conservative one she’s worn a hundred times shopping or around the house. Her matching pink panties and revealing little bra feel good concealed beneath it.
She plucks at her pretty hair in the mirror and looks into her eyes. She’s recalling the feel of being checked out by the strong looking Asian man with the neck tattoo. She loves her husband and finds him very attractive. He has a nice manly face and although he’s fairly slight, he’s strong. He’s an inch taller than her, though a little shorter than most of their male friends. He’s an electrician by trade and has wonderfully rough hands. The Asian man had been quite tall and far more heavily built than Luke though. Plus he radiated an air of confidence that is making Annabelle’s skin heat and tingle as she recalls the feel of him leaning close to get a better look down her top.
Annabelle’s cheeks flush and she bites her lower lip and turns away from her naughty reflection in the mirror.
Chapter 3
The weekend visit with the in-laws goes smoothly and painlessly for Luke. He gets on well with Annabelle’s stepdad, and her mother was in a pretty good mood for the most part. Luke spent the whole weekend seriously distracted by the events on the drive out from the city. He is unable to grasp where his wife’s sudden interest in showing her body has come from. She has never been that adventurous – has never worn revealing clothing, not even it the privacy of their home – has never mentioned anything about reading sexy stories before.
Luke keeps his thoughts to himself over the next few weeks. Annabelle has not broached the subject again and seems her normal self. The three times they have made love since that day at the truck stop have been different to usual however. Each time has been silently in the dark, but Luke has noticed how wet his wife has been without any foreplay – something that has only happened on a rare occasion in the past. He has also found himself to be extra hard and not only in the lead up to sex. He’s having trouble with inconvenient erections pretty much every time he looks at his wife.
Otherwise the weeks pass wit
The only change of late is that Luke is curious to see what Annabelle wears to work now. He never really noticed how long or short her skirts were before. He imagines he would have noticed if she suddenly wore a shorter one, but she always looked a minor variation of feminine and professional. Her skirts were always sort of knee-length and still are.
No, nothing has changed at all and Luke is growing a little anxious about that. It had been a hell of a shock – what happened at the truck stop. But it was also exciting. The guy standing there by Annabelle’s open window had intimidated Luke. The feel of that rushes back to him as he sits on his lounge ignoring the late night sports news on television. He wouldn’t have been able to handle the guy if he had needed to. That was the thing clenching his gut when he started the car and powered up Annabelle’s window. He thought the guy was about to defy him and reach down to feel Annabelle’s tits.
“Fuck that,” Luke murmurs under his breath. “What the fuck?”
Luke reels at the thought of the guy seeing his wife’s tits. His cock is suddenly erect. He can’t understand why he likes that bit of what happened so much. During those crazy seconds or minute or two, Luke had been transfixed watching Annabelle’s nipples touch her bra cup with each of her breaths. They had been fully exposed to the guy, and although Luke had been a little afraid of him he had been thrilled when he leaned down for a closer look.
Annabelle comes from the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream. She sits on the lounge beside Luke and tucks up her legs. She’s still dressed from work, having only removed her shoes. She puts a big spoon of ice cream in her mouth and gives Luke a smile. “Want some?” she mumbles, offering the bowl.
Luke just takes the spoon and scoops some of the ice cream then returns it. He looks at Annabelle’s legs. “So, are those stockings or pantyhose?”
It’s not as if events from the drive the other weekend have not been referred to or mentioned in passing since then – just not delved into.
Annabelle lifts the hem of her skirt and shows the top of a stocking. “I bought more. They’re also more comfortable, especially in the warmer weather.”
“And sexier,” Luke says, tilting his head for a peep up the skirt. He’s still erect but has it discretely positioned in his pants.
Annabelle’s eyebrows flicker with her continuing smile. She takes another spoon of ice cream into her mouth and sucks the spoon.
“Can I tell you something?” Luke asks.
She nods. “Yeah….”
“It’s been hard not to be distracted by what happened the other week at the truck stop, but I’ve also been thinking about what you asked.”
“What I asked?” Annabelle is frowning, her look serious and defensive.
“Yeah, about having a baby…. I’m thinking positive thoughts,” Luke says and looks up from where he’s stroking Annabelle’s ankle.
“Really?” Her face has changed – her eyes wide and her smile flashing.
“Yeah, really. Of course. Why not?”
“Oh wow – should we? I mean now? Right now?”
“Well, there’s no rush, but yeah – whenever it happens…. We just have to ditch the condoms and wait and see, don’t we?”
Annabelle scoots closer and into Luke’s cuddle. She’s lying back against him still eating her ice cream. After a moment she peers back up at him. “Okay but not right now. Soon, but I just want to wait until after summer. Just in case I get pregnant on the first go or something – I just want to enjoy one last summer with my pre-motherhood body. Now that I know this is going to be the last chance.”
“Awesome! And I say we go all out and do a big holiday cruise or resort or something for our last chance without kids.”
“Yes! Definitely!” Annabelle enthuses. “Oh, this is going to be so perfect, Luke. What about we do a whole two or three weeks over on the Gold Coast, and that’s when we can forget about the condoms.”
“To actually try and conceive at a beach resort? Sounds good to me,” Luke agrees and kisses his wife’s cold ice creamy lips.
Luke soon has his beautiful wife spread beneath him in bed. She isn’t wet at all this time, so he has to return to his usual method of preparing her with his tongue. He does so then enters her while taking her open mouth in a kiss, fucking her slow and sensual until filling the condom inside of her. He then carefully extracts himself and kisses his way back down her slender body to finish her, again with his tongue, as usual.
Chapter 4
The next morning is Saturday sleep-in. Luke wakes with his lovely wife cuddled to his chest. She’s twirling his chest hair. He kisses the top of her head. “Hey, baby….”
She peers up smiling but says nothing.
Luke is thinking of his day while stroking Annabelle’s hair. He has to mow the lawn and do a rubbish run to get rid of tree clippings from last weekend. He’s thinking of picking up a few beers for the afternoon.
“Hey, Luke…?”
“Yeah, baby.” He kisses the top of Annabelle’s head again.
She’s still twirling his chest hair and doesn’t look up this time. “You said something last night….”
“Oh yeah? Something good or bad?”
“Um…. It depends…. It was just something about what happened.”
Luke’s chest tightens. There was not the slightest doubt Annabelle was referring to the truck stop as the thing that happened.
She peers up from his chest, lifting to an elbow to prop herself there. “It was only in passing, but you said it was hard not to be distracted by what happened at the truck stop – like for all this time since then…. Is that true?”
Luke nods and strokes hair from her forehead. “I try not to think about it or just put it out of my mind, but it’s really hard.”
Annabelle’s eyes lower for a few seconds then return to his. “Why?”
“I don’t know – because it was so fucking intense and exciting.”
“Really? Even after you had time to think about it? You’re not regretting it at all – or angry with me deep down?”
“I’m not angry, baby. I can’t say that I don’t regret it a little bit, but it’s like that gets outweighed by how sexy you were and how fucking hot it was seeing you like that.”
Annabelle nods and drops her eyes again for a minute. She’s frowning a little when she looks back up. “But you do regret it at some level?”
“Yeah, we let some other guy look at your tits. We showed them to him!”
Annabelle blushes. “We didn’t know he was going to pull up beside us and stand there looking…. That wasn’t the way I imagined it happening.”
“Oh?” Luke grins. “Well, exactly how did you imagine it happening, baby? Do tell.”
Annabelle smiles through the sweetness of her blush. “I just mean I thought it would be some of the truckers getting a peep as they walked past or something. Not like that guy being like that and actually standing there staring. Then even saying hello and asking you what he did.”
“Yeah, that’s for sure…. A couple of old truckers or that guy at the bench would have been better…. Just unlucky that guy showed up when he did.”
“Hmm….” Annabelle looks down again, nodding slowly. She then does a little shrug. “Except I’m glad it was that guy instead of the older one…. I liked how tall he was and how he was kind of strong looking….” Annabelle peers up with her blush rising again. “And that he got to have a proper look at me like that.”
Luke shifts onto his side and moves lower to be beside his wife. He touches her face, thumbing her lip then kissing her softly. “I was a little bit intimidated by him,” he confesses. “I get that you would obviously prefer it to be someone our age rather than some old dude…. I’ve just been thinking about it a lot and he was a fair bit taller and heavier built than me, so that kind of made me uneasy.”
Annabelle is biting a lip, still averting her eyes for the most part. “And to me that’s an extra turn on – that it’s someone who could intimidate my husband…. I really liked how big and strong he looked, Luke…. I’ve been really distracted by all of this ever since it happened too…. It’s so exciting to think about.”
“Yeah?” Luke groans into another soft kiss, and he strokes from his wife’s hip and flattens his hand down over her mons. She tenses but moans into his mouth as he feels her slit. It’s completely slick. His fingertips sink into her and hot gooey fluid seeps from her to ooze around them. He lifts from the kiss and meets her eyes. “Fuck you’re wet, baby.”
She claims his wrist and holds it while squirming back from his reach. “Don’t…. I can’t help it lately.”
Luke swallows hard. “Just from thinking about it?”
Annabelle nods guiltily. “Sorry, but he was so confident about everything…. I’m not sure if it was lucky or unlucky to get a guy like that. Maybe the older man would have just been a bit of fun.”
Luke takes that in. He swallows hard again. “It’s so amazing how wet you are, baby…. You’ve been almost like that a few times when we’ve made love this past few weeks. Was that from thinking about – um…. About that guy?”
Annabelle nods slightly again. “It’s even worse to actually talk about – him….”
Luke holds his wife’s eyes. They’re a little teary. He just holds them and moves her hand to his cock. Her eyes widen and worry morphs to a questioning interest. She squeezes a little and his swollen shaft flexes against her soft fingers.
She frowns confusedly. “But why, Luke? I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been too, you know?”
“I know, and I have no idea why, baby. I only have to look at you this past few weeks and I get an instant woody.”
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