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

by Matt Coolomon

  Luke inserts fingers. “I like the idea too, baby…. I’ll be hoping his car is still here when I’m turning into our street. It will be killing me but I’ll be really hoping it is.”

  Annabelle just relaxes her thighs open as Luke feels up inside of her. “I’ll be able to tell him you’ll be home any minute if he starts getting too carried away.” She breathes into Luke’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about it and I’m only going to finish him with my hand…. Just him with fingers and me with my hand, and that’s all I want to happen.”

  “Yeah definitely,” Luke groans. “That’s good…. It’s best to know exactly how far you want it to go.”

  “Uh huh. And much easier to do that on our lounge instead of making a big mess in a car.” Annabelle looks around and Luke extracts his fingers as she squeezes her thighs together. “I might actually invite him in the back door and into the sunroom. It’s more comfortable lying on the sofa bed.”

  “Lying on it?” Luke sucks in a breath but holds the thought and quickly accepts it. “Yeah, that sounds best, baby. There’s more room there and he’s a pretty big guy. Better that he’s lying beside you than on top of you…. He really looked so huge next to you at the park. I still can’t get that picture out of my head. It’s so amazing – and like we talked about in nature, it just seemed so right.”

  Annabelle takes a moment to respond. She’s stroking Luke’s chest with a single finger. “It felt so right to me too, Luke…. I mean I love you and love our sex life together, but there’s just something about these large, muscular men that makes me so wet and ready for them.”

  “I know, baby…. It’s okay…. It’s totally natural – obviously.” Luke strokes his wife’s hair. “You probably should send him that picture he asked for. You could go topless for him.”

  “Mmm – I was actually thinking of asking if he wants to do video chat and let him take some screen shots like that…. I could just wear my robe and leave it open for him. And I could tell him you’re in the shower or something, but you could just be really quiet and watch.”

  Luke gulps. “Okay…. I’ll leave you to message him about it – see if he’s at home.”

  “Okay but don’t go far. I want a massage, please?”

  “Sure, baby.” Luke leaves his wife to her phone and has to stand over the toilet for a few minutes before his erection subsides enough to urinate. He then stands staring at himself in the mirror trying to fathom what the hell he’s thinking to agree to another man taking his wife on a date and bringing her home to finger her and get a hand job. He stands there staring at his face for ages but gives up trying to rationalize past how hard the idea makes him. His cock has risen to attention again while trying to convince himself he shouldn’t be aroused by it.

  Annabelle is beaming when he returns to the dining room. “He’ll be home in twenty minutes!” She has her massage oil and a towel. “Come on.”

  Luke follows to the bedroom and straddles the back of his wife’s thighs. He usually does her full body but knows she likes shoulders and back the best. She lies quietly and he keeps his thoughts to himself as well. She sighs contentedly when he bends to kiss her hair.

  “Thank you. That was great.”

  “Welcome, baby. I’ll do the rest later if you want.”

  Annabelle stands and slips on her favourite short satin robe. It ends at her hips, not quite covering the crotch of her panties. She pushes down her panties and steps out of them then rakes back her hair. Luke looks at her pussy and sees that it’s glistening. Her slit is full of clear fluid and a gooey drip of it is dangling from her. Cloe follows his gaze and checks herself. “No – don’t,” Luke says but she has picked up her panties and holds then against her pussy, blushing. “Wow it’s crazy how wet you are lately, baby.”

  “I know. It’s embarrassing. I was really enjoying your massage just now but I was thinking about you-know-what and suddenly I’m dripping down my leg.”

  Annabelle’s computer beeps in the lounge room where she has it waiting on the coffee table in front of the lounge. Her eyes widen excitedly. She hurries and Luke follows. He sits across the room in a recliner. She shushes him with a finger to her lips then clicks and sits down, wrapping her robe around her body.

  “Hey –there you are!” a deep voice says with a chuckle.

  Luke’s gut clenches immediately. Even the voice is more powerful than his.

  “Hi!” Annabelle replies cheerily. “Where are you – at home?”

  “No, I signed the sale contract for my place today. I’m staying with a buddy. Jack Fuller. You remember him, don’t you? He was a couple of years ahead of me at school. He might have left before you got there.”

  “No, I remember him. He’s a red-headed guy – kind of short and stocky. Or at least he was back then.”

  “Yeah, still is. Even stockier and that makes him look shorter too.”

  They share a laugh. Annabelle leans forward and adjusts the angle of the screen a bit.

  “Yeah, that’s better,” Ryan says. “Aw yeah – much better.”

  “Hmm – do you like?” Annabelle asks sweetly. She’s fiddling with the neckline of her robe, still with it clutched across her body.

  “Very pretty,” Ryan offers warmly. “Sit up a bit – let me see.”

  She has her legs bent to one side but straightens one as she sits up for the guy. She glances at Luke and holds his gaze while releasing the edge of her robe from her hand and lifting her arms to rake back her hair.

  “Yeah, that’s really pretty, Annabelle. Sexy too….”

  “Thanks….” She leans forward again and picks up her brush from the coffee table. Then when she sits back down her foot has extended and her upper leg is open away from her other. “Is that better?” she asks the screen, biting a grin.

  It takes a few seconds for the response. “Yeah, that’s good, Annabelle. That’s a great angle. Just spread a bit wider for us…. Hey, man, it’s okay. Come check out Annabelle.”

  Annabelle’s face reddens instantly and she quickly covers her crotch with her hands and brush.

  “No – it’s okay. It’s just Jack… Let him have a quick look too, eh?”

  “Hey, Annabelle. Long time….”

  “Hi,” Annabelle says, gulping and just glaring worriedly at the screen.

  “Aw shit yeah – super hot,” the new voice says. “No – don’t be shy,” it then adds with a chuckle.

  “It’s alright. It’s just us two,” Ryan says calmly. “Come on – don’t cover up, eh?”

  Annabelle finally takes a breath. She swallows and glances briefly at Luke. “So, there’s no one else watching?” she checks with the guys.

  “No – just us two,” Ryan answers mildly.

  Annabelle takes another breath and nods. “Okay then….” she utters and moves her hands away from her crotch. She then takes another big breath and lifts her arms to resume brushing her hair.

  “Aw fuck yeah,” the new voice groans. “Look how wet she is, man.”

  “I know – she’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she…? And married too,” Ryan says. “Where’s your husband, Annabelle?”

  “He’s just down the shop. He’ll be back any minute.”

  “Oh right – okay…. Even naughtier – you’re so fucking hot.”

  “Mmm – thank you,” Annabelle says sweetly and she gives Luke another tiny glance and slips her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to catch at her elbows.

  “Fuck me!” the short round guy Luke is picturing groans.

  The other man is silent. Annabelle peers down at herself then back at the screen.

  “I’m taking a few screen shots,” Ryan says. “That’s good. Nice firm little nipples…. Feel your tits for us?”

  Annabelle covers her breasts and squeezes them. “Like that?”

  “Perfect.”

  “Any chance of a full leg spread?”

  Annabelle shakes her head, no.

  “Just a little bit wider then?”

  S
he shakes her head again.

  “You can see it in the pics,” Jack says to Ryan. “See – she’s fucking dripping.”

  “I have to go,” Annabelle tells them and closes her robe. “Pick me up at three tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely! Can I take you to dinner?”

  “No – just for coffee…. My husband will be home from work and I need to be here to make his dinner.”

  “Aw fuck – what a babe!” the other voice declares. “What the hell, man…?”

  “It was good to see you again, Jack,” Annabelle calls gaily in parting.

  “Wait – just one minute,” Ryan says. “Right there like that. We can see your full slit…. Come on – just open a bit more?”

  “But that’s crude,” Annabelle protests. She has lowered her feet to the floor and her thighs have opened inadvertently.

  “I want to see how wet you are,” Ryan goes on, more evenly now. “Is that for us or for your husband?”

  Annabelle shakes her head, her eyes rolling a little. “It’s because of you – okay?”

  “Then open your pussy lips and show me.”

  “But I don’t want you to get that idea…. I told you I’m married and I can’t do that.”

  “Yeah, I know…. That’s fine. This is just fantasy, right?”

  “Uh huh…. Exactly!”

  “Okay, so just in fantasy – whose cock do you want to sit on? Would you rather sit on your husband’s cock or mine, Annabelle?”

  Annabelle’s blush fires up as she rubs down her thighs and flashes past Luke’s gaze. She shakes her head again. “In fantasy I’d like it to be your cock inside me, Ryan. All the way inside me, but it’s only a fantasy. I don’t want that in real life.”

  “Yeah, that’s it. Now just peel open the lips a bit and show me how wet it is in there.”

  Luke cranes his neck to watch as his wife peels open her labia and shows the men watching her.

  “Yeah, look at her juices stringing and pooled there in the base of her vag, man.”

  Annabelle looks to Luke and holds his eyes blankly. “I love you,” he says, just silently mouthing the words. She smiles a little and looks down at her lewd display then back up at him. She then closes her legs and reaches to shut her laptop without looking at the screen again. She approaches and takes his hand, pulling him to get up.

  “I need you to fuck me now, please….”

  Chapter 9

  At three the next afternoon, Luke’s concentration for his work ends. He’s been struggling all day but has managed to get a bit done – enough to cover his arse. He has plenty of hours owing though and is able to sign off and drive away from the job site right then. He doesn’t know where he’s going exactly. It’s way too early to go home, as Annabelle is only due to be getting picked up by the guy. He’s driving toward Clifford Park intending to go sit in the gazebo when his phone buzzes with a text.

  Annabelle: He’s here and I’m super nervous! Wish me luck!

  Luke pulls over. His chest has tightened and his gut has turned.

  Luke: I love you, baby.

  He watches the screen for a response but there’s nothing after a few minutes so he drives on across town. It’s thirty minutes to the park. The place is almost deserted on a week day afternoon. He sits in the gazebo staring out at the gardens and trying to picture where Annabelle is and exactly what’s happening with the guy. She didn’t know where he was taking her, and she was planning to dress in plain, conservative clothing Luke has seen her wear out to cafes and the like quite often. He keeps flashing between the image of a simple coffee between a couple of school friends still going on and the guy having skipped the coffee and taken her back to his place where he’s currently fucking her.

  It’s four-thirty when Luke drives away from the park and almost five when he approaches his street with his skin in a cold sweat and his heart thumping. He turns the corner and his chest tingles with some weird kind of relief when he sees there are no cars at his house.

  He slows but doesn’t stop, pulling up after driving another block to the shopping centre parking area where he won’t be detected spying or anything. He checks the time again and decides it’s more likely that they haven’t arrived back at the house yet, rather than the guy having already left.

  Another painfully slow twenty minutes pass where Luke virtually stares at the time on the car radio tick over. Then his phone buzzes and his heart leaps excitedly. He fumbles with the screen lock and gets up the message.

  Annabelle: At home getting changed for him. Love you too Luke!

  Luke types with his hand shaking – his entire body weak and almost numb.

  Luke: Okay baby. I’ll be waiting.

  He drives. His mind is kind of floating now. He can easily picture what’s happening between the guy and his wife but he doesn’t want to anymore. He’s just seeing Annabelle’s smile and feeling her in his arms. He’s hearing her laugh and smelling her beautiful perfume.

  He pulls up across the street and along a bit from their home. There’s a new looking dark-grey sedan parked in the driveway. The house is closed – blinds shut. Luke swallows at the ache in his throat – not watching the clock tick over this time – just staring at his front door as shadows slowly lengthen and the street lights come on.

  Almost two hours have passed and he has hardly moved a muscle. His front door finally opens and the guy closes it behind him and strides to his car, backing out onto the road and driving off in the opposite direction to where Luke is parked.

  Luke immediately pulls around into his driveway, not bothering with the garage. His heart is in his throat as he opens his front door and walks in. “Annabelle?”

  “I’m in here!” his wife calls from the main bathroom, her voice light and happy.

  Luke goes to the bathroom and finds her looking in the mirror and wiping at her face. She has her little satin robe on but it’s open. She turns, smiling, and Luke sees that her breasts and belly are smeared with cum. Her hands are also wet with it and there’s a thick gooey string of it in her hair.

  “Is that…?” Luke asks, his voice failing.

  Annabelle nods. “Uh huh. It’s his semen…. I already cleaned up once a while ago. This is his second load and there’s nearly as much as the first time.”

  “He came on you?” Luke asks stupidly. “Like…?”

  “Just from my hand,” Annabelle says sweetly. “Both times were with my hand.”

  “Oh okay…. That’s um…. That’s what we said. That’s good then.”

  “Yeah, it was just like we said,” Annabelle confirms, moving closer. She looks down at herself and stops though. She touches the goo on her belly then just looks at her hands. “There’s so much of it from him,” she says and looks more closely at the fingers of her left hand. She spreads them and cum strings between them, and she gathers the string with the tip of her tongue and takes it into her mouth. She then continues to lick all around her wedding rings and suck them clean. She sucks from beneath then turns her hand and sucks around the diamond.

  “Baby, that’s um….” Luke starts then swallows hard at what he’s seeing his wife do.

  “I know,” she says and wipes a glob from her breast and sucks those fingertips clean. “Don’t worry – his tastes every bit as yucky as yours…. I just don’t want to wash it away or anything…. I licked up as much of his first load as I could and swallowed it for him – which he really enjoyed….. And rubbed the rest into my skin. So now I’m really sticky everywhere of course.”

  Luke just watches with his cock firming as Annabelle gathers the last obvious glob of semen with her fingers and carefully smears it over her pussy lips. She looks reddened and open down there. Luke gulps. “Did he um…?”

  Annabelle peers up from what she’s doing and nods. “He fingered me quite a few times, Luke. He’s got huge fingers too. Like really long and thick as well…. And so is his thingy. It’s frigging enormous!”

  Luke just nods and gulps again as Annabelle finds the
glob of semen in her hair and carefully gathers it. She spreads her fingers and watches it string between them. She then looks down at herself and presses against her little bush with her free hand then wipes that cum into her pussy lips as well.

  She peers up at Luke watching intently. “Do you like that? Should I put my fingers inside or just rub on the outside?”

  “Just on the outside,” Luke says. “And then lick them.”

  Annabelle smiles and puts her fingers in her mouth. “I held his cock against my belly and let him cum all up over me like that. He was fucking my hand and his balls were touching me down there. It was really sexy.”

  “So, he was on top of you?” Luke is desperate for a detailed image now. “How was he fucking your hand and belly – from what position, baby?”

  “Um I was sitting on the sofa bed, with my bottom right on the edge of the seat and lying back, just with my head propped against the backrest. We never folded it down by the way, but I’ll tell you about that later…. Anyway I was like that with my bottom on the edge and my legs open, and he was lying over me, but not really on me because he was holding himself up and watching his cock in my hand.”

  “Right…. And he was fucking your hand like that…. I get it now.”

  “Yes, but I have to tell you one little thing that really wasn’t a big deal, okay?”

  Luke gulps. “What thing, baby?”

  Annabelle takes a breath. “Well, he was thrusting really hard and I was holding him – and one time he actually went inside me, but only for a few seconds…. He didn’t actually have full sex with me in that way. He just slipped in by accident because of how wet I was…. But he pulled out almost straight away.”

  “Almost straight away?” Luke asks, his chest so tight he can hardly draw a breath.

  “Yes – almost…. It was no more than a few seconds. He was already really worked up and might have still thought he was in my hand at first. But when he realized and I was pushing him away he quickly pulled out of me.”