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Nature's Game

Luke doesn’t know where he’s going exactly. It’s way too early to go home, as his wife is only due to be getting picked up by the guy about now. Luke’s driving toward the 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 xx
Luke pulls over. His chest has tightened and his gut has turned.
Luke: Love you baby xx
He watches the screen for a response but there’s nothing after a few minutes so he drives on across town. It’s a 30 minute drive to the park. The place is almost deserted on a week day afternoon. He sits in the gazebo staring out at the gardens, 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. 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 xx
Luke types with shaking hands, his entire body weak and almost numb.
Luke: Okay baby I’ll be waiting
He drives. His mind is floating now. He can easily picture what’s happening between the guy and his wife but he doesn’t want to anymore. He sees Annabelle’s smile and feels her in his arms. He hears her laugh and smells her beautiful scent.
He pulls up across the street and along a bit from their home. There’s a late model dark-grey sports car 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 striding to his car, backing out onto the road and speeding off in the opposite direction.
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 umm, 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 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. She gathers the string with the tip of her tongue and takes it into her mouth. She continues to lick all around her wedding rings and sucks them clean. She sucks from beneath then turns her hand and sucks around the diamond.
“Baby, that’s umm….” 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.”
Luke watches transfixed 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 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 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?”

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In Season

Barry stroked my hair and kissed my head. “No, baby, no regrets. It’s just different after sex, is all. Up to and during sex it’s all about how hot and amazing you are and about how arousing it is to watch you.” He kissed me again. “And now, coming down, I need to get my head around the fact that one guy has had a couple of good long looks at my wife’s tits and another two have cum in her mouth. It’s like it’s incredibly exciting but I also kind of have to just live with it.”
“To live with it?” I echoed softly. It was exciting to think of Barry having to accept other men enjoying me. I peered up at him. “Do you mean having to live with being cuckolded a little bit?”
Barry’s face reddened. “Yeah, I guess it is sort of being cuckolded, isn’t it?”
“Uh huh. I think it was with the two boys since they actually had sex with me – oral sex at least. But that’s what made it so exciting for me.”
“How so, sweetheart?”
“Well, it was like that time with the guys after the party. It was only exciting because my boyfriend was watching. Actually, two of those guys tried to get me to do it again one time, but I didn’t want to with just them.”
“Oh. So it’s the um..” Barry swallowed and took a breath. “It’s the cuckolding that makes it exciting for you, sweetheart?”
I peered up. “Uh huh. I loved you watching me today.”
“Oh okay. Well, right now it feels a bit strange – like I said – but maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to deal with it enough to watch you do it again.”
I stroked my husband’s chest. “Do you think they really will watch for us tomorrow? If you decide you want it to happen, I’ll definitely let them both cum in my mouth again. Mmm – I’d love to taste more of it from them – drink it all down while they watch me.”
Barry slipped lower and took my lips, kissing me hard and searching my mouth with his tongue. I couldn’t taste the two young guys anymore, but the thought of having my husband’s tongue in my mouth so soon after sucking their cocks was nice.
Barry left me to shower before getting ready for dinner. I picked out a maroon maxi dress, backless with a slit down the front, slightly to the left of centre. Beneath the dress I was bare other than white lace panties. The top covered me well, though. Our dinner party was mixed company, so I wanted to be dressed appropriately.

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George gives Lisa’s knee another squeeze, making her giggle and squirm. She clutches his arm but he just pulls her close and keeps tickling her legs. She laughs. He’s behind her and reaching down her front. She’s pressed back against him. The arm around her waist lifts and his strong hand closes over her breast. George lets up tickling and just feels her. He sits and keeps her on his lap. They’re facing Alan.
“Your pretty girl here has a beautiful bod, hey son?”
Alan nods. “Yeah.” His face is red.
“These are nice.” George goes on, and Lisa lifts her arms as he feels her breasts beneath them. “Do you like that, love? In front of your boyfriend?”
“Uh huh – I like it.”
“And you kids have discussed this? Done anything like this before?”
“No. Never,” Alan answers. “We talked about it, though. So long as no one finds out back home.”
George circles Lisa’s nipples with fingertips. “So, you wouldn’t want your friends to know – or just your families?”
“Um – both,” Lisa says. “I wouldn’t want anyone to know I’ve let other men get with me. It’d be hard to explain.”
“I see. What about you, Al – how would you feel if your buddies found out? This other young friend of yours seems okay with it.”
“Yeah – Trent’s okay.” Alan checks around to see him floating in the shallow water close to shore. “I think he can keep a secret. He said he won’t tell anyone.”
George nods. “Are ya gonna let him have sex with you as well, love? Will it just be us old men or do we get to watch the young buck as well?”
Lisa meets Alan’s blush. “He’s my brother’s best friend,” Alan says. “They’re always hangin’ out together. He’s like the kid next door.”
“He is. I’ve known him since we were little,” Lisa explains to George, peering back at him.
George massages her shoulders. He’s grinning. “Yes, interesting to watch you takin it from a young guy in front of Al. Especially with that dynamic, with him probably having grown up dreamin’ about ya, love. We can all relate to that as boys – fantasizing about the older girl next door. It’d be amazing to see that play out.”
“Hmm.” Lisa moans sceptically, raising her eyebrows as she meets Alan’s gaze again.
“Waddya think, Al?” George goes on. “Seems there’s already been one other cock inside your pretty girl. Evan says she’s quite submissive. Would ya like to watch her givin’ it up to the young guy from next door?”
“I dunno … maybe,” Alan says.
Lisa’s blush deepens as she holds her boyfriend’s eyes. She can feel the older man’s cock flexing upright against her lower back. She’s sitting on a seat between his open legs and leaning back against him. He’s casually rubbing her shoulders and arms.
“It’d be different with him, than with just you older guys doin’ it,” Alan goes on, looking to George. “It’d be weird seeing him around after. He’d probably be tryin’ to get it again all the time.”
George chuckles. “Probably. Though who’d blame him?”
“Yeah – unless we let him at home sometimes?” Alan says to Lisa. “Like if he came round sometimes without my brother. I mean – now he’s here and it’s too late to hide any of this from him.”
Lisa gulps. “You mean to let him fuck me so he’ll promise not to tell?”
Alan nods. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Do you mean regularly – if he wanted to?” Lisa smiles through her blush. “I wouldn’t mind that. I’d let him.”
“Well, that’ll certainly keep him quiet,” George suggests. “Much better to keep him close, in my opinion. He was always gonna have a hold over you both after this. Keepin’ him so close as to be inside ya, baby – regularly emptying his young balls in your tight little pussy. That’ll have him focused so as never to ruin it by letting a word slip.”
“Uh huh,” Lisa utters. “He can definitely empty them in my pussy. Everyone can!”
“Yeah? Everyone?” George teases.
“Hmm – well, all you guys can.”
“So, Evan had you unprotected, love? He came inside you?”
Lisa looks to her boyfriend again. “Uh huh.”
“But she’s on the pill,” Alan added. “It’s safe to cum in her.”
“All right, that’s good. That’d be my preference for tonight too, if you both don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind,” Lisa uttered, peering back again. “It was nice to have Evan’s cum inside me before. Or actually it’s still in me now, of course.”
“Yes – certainly. Sperm lives for days inside a woman, love. As long as you keep up with your birth control.” George looks over at Alan again. ”So, you’re okay with me adding my load tonight, son? You want your pretty girlfriend to climb into bed afterwards with her pussy, and all up in her belly, bathed in our semen?”
“Yeah – I want her to,” Alan croaks.
“Mmm.” Lisa squirms back against the older man’s erection. “I can’t wait. I want it now,” she whimpers, feeling behind her back for it. “This feels so huge,” she says, and she shifts forward and turns to look at it. She squeezes it. It’s so thick she can barely enclose it. It’s about average length, the head a huge, blood engorged dome.
“Ooh – such soft little hands, love. That feels good.”
“Does it? D’ya like that?” Lisa strokes slowly and thumbs the head. There’s a drop of pre-cum filling the broad eyelet. She looks back across at Alan, biting her grin. He’s watching her stroke the older man. “Can I just suck it a little bit?” she asks George. “Is it okay to do that here?”
“Yes, love, you go right ahead.”
Lisa smiles across at Alan again. “Should I?”
He nods. “Okay.”
“D’ya wanna film me doin’ it?”
“Yeah. Wait.” Alan says and hurriedly gets the camera out.
“Is this okay?” Lisa checks with George.
“It’s fine, love. I’d like a copy of the video, though.”
“Uh huh. Of course.”
George strokes Lisa’s hair. “And I wanna cum in your mouth, okay? It’s been a coupla weeks since I last stroked off, so this first load will be huge. It will be sexy to watch you swallow it.”
“Oh okay. I’ll try to take it all.” Lisa looks at the camera while lowering to kiss the head of the cock in her hand. She presses her lips to it then licks the dribble of pre-cum. She closes her eyes and takes the spongy dome into her mouth.
“Ooh yeah, love – that’s nice.”
“Hmm.” Lisa sucks on the head of the older man’s cock while stroking the thick shaft. The thing is flexing and hardening noticeably. There are heavy veins roping it that she’s squeezing with her fingers.
“Yeah, just like that, love. This ain’t gonna take long.”
Lisa peers up at George while just holding the head of his cock in her mouth and continuing to stroke his shaft. She rolls her eyes to the camera and her boyfriend watches intently. She lifts her head and catches a breath, still stroking her fingers over the wet dome. George is beginning to thrust through her hand. He’s gripping the seat beneath him.
“Do you like the taste of cum, love? Do you usually swallow?”
“I don’t usually, but I’m gonna from now on.”
George grins up at Alan. “Sounds like you’re gonna be getting lucky, eh?”
“Yeah. It’s hot when they swallow.”
“Ooh yeah. Just keep stroking like that, love… building nicely now.”
“It’s so thick in my hand. It’s amazing,” Lisa says.
“I actually prefer a hand job than to be fully sucked off. I mean just like this – to be brought along with a soft little hand, then to finish in your mouth. The stimulation is so intense the way you’re stroking. And to feel the warmth of your mouth when cumming, that’s an incredible combination.”
Lisa blushes up from looking at the cock she’s working. “Tell me when?”
“Yeah – nearly there, love. Just take it in your mouth again, get him wet.”
Lisa closes her eyes and sucks the broad head in. George grabs her hair and pulls her down, thrusting a little deeper, holding her there and probing the back of her mouth.
“Ooh – that’s it, love. So close,” George groans.
He releases Lisa’s head and she lifts to catch her breath again. His cock is coated in her saliva and she resumes stroking more firmly. He has his hand on the back of her neck but isn’t forcing her forward. He’s thrusting through her hand on the down stroke, his cock fully engorged.
“Okay, on the verge now, tiny bit more like that,” George tells her. “Ready for a nice big drink, love? My balls are full. Gonna be a mouthful, mmm.”
“Uh huh. I’ll try to swallow it all,” Lisa utters.
“Aah good girl, hold the base, put the head in your mouth. Hold still and let me blow.”
Lisa obeys. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes the swollen head of the older man’s cock in. She holds the base of the shaft. It takes a few seconds until she feels the shaft throb, the thick veins pulsing as powerful jets of semen gush up into her mouth.
“Ooh yeah – there it is,” George groans, holding Lisa’s head in place quite firmly now, grabbing her by the hair again.
Lisa gulps – a thick wad of semen sliding down her throat. The strong taste of it fills her senses. There’s still another huge pool of the gooey fluid in her mouth. She opens her eyes and peers up at the faces watching her and the camera still filming. She can feel her eyes watering.
George strokes her temple with a thumb. He’s grinning down at her. “That good, love? Did ya like that?”
Lisa gulps again. Squeezing her eyes shut as she swallows the pool of cum. She removes the cock from her mouth and swallows once more, trying not to grimace at the powerful taste.
“Yes – good girl. Drink it all down,” George says.
“There was so much of it.” Lisa gulps again at the saltiness. “That was really a lot,” she tells her boyfriend.
“You did good, love,” the older man offers, just stroking Lisa’s hair now.
She blushes up at him. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I certainly did. I really needed that as a matter of fact. We can only do so much for ourselves, and it takes the soft touch of a female to fill and completely empty our balls. The volume in that was huge, what a fantastic release to get off like that.”
“Hmm.” Lisa swallows again at the strong after-taste. “It felt like more than there usually is. You seemed to keep spurting for ages.”
“Exactly, love. It’s as if those first few spurts pulse from deep down in the base.” George is holding his cock upright and showing Lisa his balls. “You made them so full and heavy. That’s a lot of fluid and feels amazing when it’s being sucked out.” The older man strokes Lisa’s face. “You have such a pretty mouth. Doesn’t she, son?”
Alan nods, transfixed. “Yeah.” …….

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Daughter gives in to the Local Boys…

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Catherine looked at the other two boys as Tod’s hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing, so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping, and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again, Tod released her then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress.

“Fuck yes!” Paulo groaned, while Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open.
Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple, her dress sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending, though, and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.

Next they had a ride on the go-carts, then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. “This is for you,” he announced to Catherine. “But I’ll carry it for you.”

There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark, and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.

They got back to the Ferris wheel, and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive.

Catherine smiled up at him. “What is it?” she asked sweetly.

“Well….” he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. “Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?”

“Sat next to me?” Catherine repeated.

“Yeah – if he sat with you and had a feel like I did.”

Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. “Is that what you want?” she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought. “I’ll do it if you say so,” she added softly, before the guy had a chance to change his mind.

They got back into line, and when their turn came around, Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.

The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for Paulo to do something. The wheel had gone around once, and on the way up the second time, Paulo put his arm across the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then Paulo’s fingers wiggled in further, and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over Catherine’s nipple, sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast, and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.

Catherine looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down, and she lifted her arm more so the other boy could get his hand in underneath her dress.

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Paulo felt the girl’s bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead, and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit, and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand, but she wedged her hands between her thighs and stopped him.
Being denied that, Paulo concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard the girl’s nipple was, and he pinched it then jiggled her tit and pinched it again.

*

“You’re next,” Tod said to his brother, making Catherine’s blush deepen.

“No – that’s okay,” Timmy stammered nervously, and the other two boys laughed.

Catherine relaxed back against Paulo while he continued feeling her breast. The boys started laughing and chatting, which eased the tension. Catherine just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn’t so much what the boy was doing, but the fact that it was in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching the other one do it.

Paulo also continued stroking her leg, and Catherine relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh, and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties, and she looked down and could see them exposed. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. The ride finally ended, though, and Catherine was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again, then he spent the last of his money on a soda, while she had to buy her own. It was getting late, so they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island.

The sea was like glass it was so calm. They cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her, then he moved to her ear and whispered, “Can I fuck you again?”

“What – now?” Catherine uttered.

“Yeah. It’s too dark for them to see anything.”

“But how? There’s no room,” Catherine protested, tingling all over.

“Cut the engine, Timmy,” Tod commanded, and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. “Lie over the front and let me do it from behind again,” he said to Catherine.

“I’ve got a rubber here.”

He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and obediently leaned over the bow of the boat. The seat was padded, and she knelt on that. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

“You have to lick her a bit to make her wet,” Paulo said, causing Catherine to blush in the moonlight.

Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit, and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two boys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur – how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.
Tod had finished preparations, so he got up and stuck his cock in. It slipped in easily, and he moved right over Catherine’s back and started humping her.

Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against the guy’s weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off, but she enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock, and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him.

Tod then started to grunt and gasp for breath, his thrusts getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of Catherine’s, and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed, and she felt his cock throbbing. It went on and on, and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her, and he was emptying his balls completely that time. She just waited until he finished and lifted from her back with his little cock slipping out.
Catherine’s panties were around her knees. She pulled them up before turning to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned while Paulo was just grinning. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly, and Catherine smiled shyly at them.
Tod tossed the condom into the water, and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her, and this one looked as full as the first one did.

“That felt good,” Tod puffed. “Did you like it when I licked you?”

“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “It was nice.”

“What about your knees – did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?”

“No – it was fine,” Catherine said shyly, looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.

Tod’s breathing was returning to normal. He rested back, looking across at his buddy.

“She feels really good from behind like that,” he said, causing Catherine’s blush to fire up again. “She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep.” He squeezed

Catherine’s knee. “Don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she uttered again.

“So, do you want to try it?” he asked Paulo.

Paulo nodded. “Yeah – I want to….”

“Can he?” Tod asked Catherine, and another hot flush swept over her entire body.

“Okay,” she said softly, biting her lip…..

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Taken by her boss

Nature's Game

Annabelle comes from the bedroom wringing her hands in front. Luke’s heart thumps at sight of his wife. The little grey skirt she’s wearing looks even shorter than the first time he saw it. It reveals her full thigh gap. She sits up on her stool and Luke doesn’t even need to tilt his head to see her crotch. Her panties are white satin with a pretty lace trim around the edges – the lace extending above the tiny patch of satin and her pink skin visible through it – the top of her slit visible as a slightly darkened indentation. All of this is clearly on display with the tiny skirt stretched taut across her slender thighs and not even covering her bottom, as is apparent in how high the garment has ridden up at the sides.
Luke’s cock has firmed. “What about when you cross your legs – do your panties still show?”
Annabelle nods and crosses her legs to demonstrate. The view is then limited to a small triangle of lace with the indentation of her slit still clearly visible. She uncrosses her legs and rubs down to her knees. “Is this okay?”
Luke swallows hard and nods. He then leans forward and has a look down the front of Annabelle’s blouse. The matching white satin and lace bra is less revealing than the one she modelled the other day. It’s very pretty though, and offers a view of nipple through the lace – the blouse gaping quite a lot with just the one button undone.
“He’s gonna go nuts for you, baby. I mean, I know he will have his hands all over you at some point. I’m expecting that much.”
“Uh huh – me too,” Annabelle utters. “I can’t wait for him to get here now but I’m also too nervous.” She looks around. “I’ve still got two hours to wait. I think I might get changed and go for a jog.”
“Oh okay. Good idea. I’m just gonna get dressed and take off. I’m not going to work today though, so I’ll just take your car, okay?”
“Oh? You’re not working?”
“No, I’m too nervous too, baby. I’m going for a drive down the coast – just get out on the highway and try to chill.”

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Annabelle is standing on her front porch when Paul Jamison pulls up in her driveway. She has her trusty favourite cardigan in her hand, strategically covering her bare upper thighs, and she keeps it in place as she hurries to the passenger side of the car. She is there waiting before Paul has had time to get out and open her door. He leans across and does so, beaming a smile as she slips into the soft leather seat – bare against her panty-covered bottom – her cardigan still strategically in place.
“Hi,” she sings cheerily while fastening her seatbelt. “Can we get going, please?”
Paul peers at the house, seemingly looking for her husband’s face in one of the windows, and backs out to zoom off up the street.
Annabelle’s plan is to break the expectation she had given the guy with her texting and the phone call. She needs to backtrack in order to meet the new limitations she has agreed to with her husband. She’s actually quite pleased to do so, feeling as though she had indeed gone too far too fast with this man she hardly knows.
He seems to have picked up on things quickly. After a question or two about why they had to leave so hurriedly he has settled into discussion about the lecture, seeming really quite nervous about it.
Annabelle had brushed his questions about their quick getaway. “Actually, you were right – I was worried about my husband seeing us, but he wasn’t there. I just wanted to be gone before he got back from down the street.”
“Oh, I see. Didn’t wanna be caught in that hot little skirt, huh? It looks every bit as short as you said it would be.”
“Oh this?” Annabelle concedes, blushing, and she folds her cardigan and puts it on the back seat. She has turned to do that and Paul is looking at her crotch.
“Yeah, now that’s much better,” he says. “Ooh that’s nice, Annabelle. That’s sexy.”
“Hmm – I’m glad you think so,” Annabelle utters, plucking a little at her hem but not pulling it down at all. She has her knees together but the seat is deep and they’re slightly raised. She can feel the full depth of her crotch exposed and she can also feel how wet she is. She’s been dripping all morning in anticipation of the man seated beside her. “I like your shirt,” she tells him. It’s a plain green polo shirt contoured to the muscle in his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves are stretched tight around huge biceps.
He gives her a smile then tilts to look at her crotch again. “Those are pretty too. Did you choose them especially for me?”
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters, her blush rising a little more. She lets the warm tingly feeling wash over her. “I was thinking of you when I bought this skirt and these panties, Paul. I hoped you would like them.”
“Oh, I do,” Paul goes on and tilts for another look. “Fuck yeah.” he groans. “Every guy in the company wants a look up your skirt, Annabelle. You’ve got great legs – fantastic thighs that you never show.” He grins up to meet her eyes. “You’re already wet too.” He tilts for another look. “Can see the shape of your slit – all the way down. Fucking amazing.”
Annabelle takes a breath. “But you’re not allowed to fuck me, okay?”
“No? Sure looks like you want me to.”
“I did but I’ve changed my mind.”
The guy chuckles. “I’ve heard of women doing that.”
“Well, now you’re experiencing it,” Annabelle tosses back. “I brought slacks in case you can’t handle it.” She fishes in her shoulder bag and extracts a pair of black pants. “Would you advise me to put them on?” she asks her smiling driver.
“Might not be a bad idea with Michael around. I think I can handle this lovely view though.” He has another deliberate look at Annabelle’s panties. “So – look but don’t touch, huh?”
Annabelle thinks carefully about how to respond to that. She meets the man’s eyes. “Can I just be open with you, Paul?”
Paul nods. “Of course. Open would be good since I don’t really get what’s happening here. With you being a married woman obviously.” He looks at Annabelle’s left hand and wedding rings, shrugging the question.
“My husband and I are playing a sexy game with each other. I’ve been dressing up a bit and he’s been letting other men see me and enjoy me a little bit.”
“Enjoy you?” Paul questions immediately.
“Yes,” Annabelle answers simply.
“Enjoy you in what way exactly?”
“Um. I don’t really want to give details. Just to a certain level and no more.” Annabelle edges around to be facing Paul. His eyes lower to her crotch again – her knees having parted slightly. “It’s not just teasing with you other men though. My husband’s been letting me go as far as oral sex so far. We’ve just discussed what’s happening and decided to not go any further than that at the moment.”
Paul’s large hand closes over Annabelle’s lower thigh. He glances from the highway. She has closed her eyes and taken a breath, but she opens to find him looking at her face. “I like the idea of oral,” he says. “That’s a fair enough limit.”
Annabelle smiles through her blush and tries not to arch upward too obviously as Paul squeezes a little higher up her thigh. “Although I think it should be something for later – not until after work,” she tells him.
The concentration in his expression relaxes and he smiles again. “So – look but don’t touch until after work, huh? Sounds fair enough too.”
Annabelle places her hand upon his, holding it still while she leans forward and taps on the radio, scanning for a good travel music channel. She finds one and rests back in the soft leather seat, still with her hand upon Paul’s. They have stopped in a line of traffic waiting at road works. He holds her eyes and reaches for her, stroking her face and cupping the back of her head. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he pulls her close. His lips touch hers softly at first. She opens for him and he breathes into her, pressing more firmly and tilting as he deepens the kiss.
Annabelle relaxes into this new man – into the scent and powerful essence of him. She opens wide and caresses his tongue in her mouth. She has a hand clutched to her chest and she slips a button through its hole. She’s now holding his wrist with her other hand. His fingers are spread and pressing close to her crotch. She relaxes her hold and one of them strokes through her slit. He probes deeper with his tongue at the same time. She melts completely into him, allowing him to tilt her head back and move over her. He just softly strokes her pussy and continues taking her mouth. She releases his wrist and clutches his shirt, feeling the ripped definition of his pecs and digging her nails in a bit.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since the day you started at work, Annabelle.” He has relented and lifted to nuzzle her face and look into her eyes.
“Have you really?” she asks, taking a couple of breaths while she can. “I didn’t think you knew I existed,” she goes on with a giggle into his next soft kiss.
“I know. I’ve gotten into too much trouble in the past misbehaving at work. I’m good at feigning disinterest and professionalism now.” Cars are pulling out and driving around them. Paul’s eyes roll to check out what’s happening up ahead. There’s a green light in the distance. He takes Annabelle’s mouth once more – his kiss still soft but deepening as well. Annabelle can’t help melting into it but squeezes her thighs together as he gropes more firmly between them.
Paul suddenly lifts from her and refastens his seatbelt. He pulls into the passing line of traffic. Annabelle can feel the fabric of her panties creased into her pussy and she discretely fixes them while he isn’t looking. She checks her hair in the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, moving her legs around straight and tugging her skirt down a little as she settles.
Paul has a look at her breasts through her open blouse. He boldly reaches across and slips a hand in through the gaping neckline, covering one breast and squeezing it. She claims his wrist again but doesn’t push him away. “It’s supposed to be no touching,” she says with a mock glare.
He thumbs her erect little nipple before extracting his hand. “It’s amazing your husband’s okay with this.”
“He’s an amazing guy,” Annabelle states frankly.
Paul chuckles. “He’s a fucking lucky guy.”
“You usually make your own luck,” Annabelle tosses back with a glance. “You seem pretty lucky too. Bethany is beautiful and she’s really great to work for when she’s around.”
Paul nods. “Plus she’s cool with us both having our fun.”
“Oh? An arrangement?” Annabelle asks with interest. “An open marriage?”
Paul nods some more. “Beth has a couple of steady boyfriends overseas. We don’t hide anything and don’t sleep around too widely. I’ll have to tell her about you, but I could withhold your actual name if you’d prefer?”
“Oh wow. Um – I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t mind her knowing about me if it’s all above board. Maybe best not to let it get around work otherwise though.”
“Definitely!” Paul agrees. “I’ve not actually slept with anyone else from work either, by the way. Well, not with any other current employee of the company.”
Annabelle smiles. “Well, I’m flattered then.”
Paul glances from the road a few times. “Me too.” He grins. “Can I ask one thing about ‘oral only’?”
“Um. I don’t know. What?”
He glances to check the road then looks back at Annabelle. “Do you swallow?”
Annabelle’s blush rises again and she does a little nod. “Yes I swallow,” she answers softly.
“Good. This will be fun,” Paul says, winking and looking back to the road.
Annabelle turns to watch out her window for a while. She has noticed the size of the package in Paul’s shorts though, and can’t help checking on it from time to time as they chat. It’s not as if he’s obviously erect at all – more so the whole crotch area between his powerful looking thighs is full, making Annabelle imagine both his penis and balls to be quite large. She hopes his balls are of the oversized variety as she glances again while remembering the glory hole from the previous night.

*

It takes less than an hour on the expressway to reach their destination. The college is right there at the exit. Paul knows his way around and drives right to the door of the admin building that houses his friend’s office.
Annabelle unbuckles and grabs her cardigan from the back seat. Paul checks around. The parking area is quiet. He pulls Annabelle to him and she tilts her head beneath as he presses to her lips. His kiss begins softly. Annabelle relaxes into the guy. She breathes and moans into his mouth as the sensuality of his kiss deepens and his tongue enters her. He’s holding her tight and sits back in his seat, drawing her across and onto his lap. He has her cradled with her face upturned. He strokes her hair and delves into her eyes. Annabelle lifts her chin and opens her mouth as he lowers close again. He only teases her lips though. She opens her eyes again and he’s still staring. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells her.
Annabelle draws a ragged breath and holds it as he takes her mouth again. She’s touching his chest. Her legs are scissored together on the other seat, the gear stick pressing against her groin. She’s lost in the passion and latent power oozing from the man holding her.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the passenger side window. Paul breaks the kiss and looks across with a start, his face quickly relaxing though. “Michael. How are you, man?”
The window lowers. Annabelle buries her head in Paul’s shoulder trying to hide there as the two men chuckle and exchange greetings. “This is Annabelle,” Paul says. “Annabelle – Michael.”
“Hi,” Annabelle squeaks through her full blush. The guy is smiling huge, his eyes all over her. She has her thighs pressed together but her legs are bent up there right in front of him. He gives her a little nod and greets her with wide eyes.
“So, you two are obviously hitting it off,” he comments.
Paul lifts Annabelle’s chin and presses his lips to hers softly. She holds his eyes – the teasing question in them. She frowns a little, unsure about this. He kisses her again but doesn’t try to force the situation, and he opens the door and slips from beneath her, leaving her sitting in the driver’s seat and fixing her clothing and hair.
Annabelle doesn’t know when she’ll get a chance to come back to the car so she takes her shoulder bag with her slacks in it, choosing to carry her cardigan and keep it covering the front of her bare thighs. She’s intensely aware of the amount of leg she’s showing. The skirt she has on is shorter than anything she’s ever worn outdoors before – shorter than anything she’s even worn around her house. She’s being included in chat and being ushered through doorways and along walkways. It seems the destination is the lecture hall where Michael is going to help out by getting Paul to do some practice on projecting his voice.
When they enter the lecture theatre, Michael asks Annabelle to sit at the back. She’s pleased to be hidden in a row of seats but keeps her cardigan steadfastly in place anyway. Michael’s voice booms and fills the theatre. It takes Paul a while to overcome his nerves and get the hang of it. He then proceeds to present the opening of his talk and Michael helps and instructs him through that – the pair of them finishing up laughing and chatting together while Annabelle relaxes in the cool dark of the big open room.
When the first group of students come in and take seats, Annabelle has to decide whether to stay up the back or join the men. She figures there’s no need for her to do anything in regard to Paul’s presentation. She’s only along for the ride – the thought of which makes her smile to herself and drift back to the kisses she has gotten so far.
The lecture theatre slowly fills. It’s quite cold with the air-conditioning, so Annabelle slips on her cardigan. A young guy two rows down from her immediately shifts sideways in his seat and has a look at her. The guy beside him notices and looks back as well. Annabelle’s heart is fluttering as she sits still with her knees not quite touching and the back of her thighs sticky on the wooden seat.
Paul begins delivering his lecture and seems to quickly overcome any nerves. Michael strolls up the aisle and takes a seat near Annabelle, but he chooses the row beneath her and sits one seat to the side turning to smile back at her. His eyes immediately flash to her legs and he blatantly checks out her crotch.
Annabelle’s blush rises instantly, but the way this man is so friendly and buddy-like with Paul has her feeling at ease with him. She shifts a little in her seat, swaying her legs towards him and allowing her knees to stray the tiniest bit apart. The two young guys are looking again but Annabelle keeps her head up and her gaze upon Paul.
Michael turns and has another look. “You’ve done a good job with this, Annabelle. Saved Paul’s arse.”
Annabelle meets his eyes and smiles. “Thanks. It was fun going through his old cases to find something.”
The older man leans across slightly and has another look. Annabelle rubs down her thighs but doesn’t press her knees together just yet.
“So, how long have you and Paul been seeing one another? He wouldn’t say.”
“Um – we’re not really seeing each other,” Annabelle answers.
“Ah okay – just hooking up then?”
“Hmm – I guess.”
The guy holds her eyes for a moment then his gaze slowly travels down her body. “Those are pretty,” he says, glancing back at her face then down to her panties again.
“Thanks.” Annabelle utters.
“You don’t mind me looking?” he goes on easily.
Annabelle gulps and shakes her head. “Except those young guys there are watching you do it.”
Michael turns and the two guys quickly look ahead at Paul speaking. Michael watches him for a moment too, and Paul gives him a tiny head toss to indicate he wants him to come back and help out. Michael turns back to Annabelle with a smile. “Don’t run off with any of these boys – I’m taking you guys to lunch, okay?”
“Okay,” Annabelle agrees cheerily.
The guy stands but leans right over to speak into her rear. “I know just the place for a skirt like that.”
He strides away and Annabelle crosses her legs away from the young guys still craning their necks to get looks at her. Paul and Michael have the theatre full of students enthralled and entertained for the next hour while Annabelle fails to keep her eyes open. She has dozed on and off and only wakes properly when everyone is filing out of the rows of seats and up the aisles to the exits.
Paul comes for her and claims her hand, keeping it within his own as he leads her to the front of the theatre and up several stairs to a staff exit. Michael is held up with a small gathering of students. Paul takes Annabelle out into a dark corridor and takes her into his arms. “Thanks for that – it was actually pretty easy following your script.”
“I’m glad,” Annabelle says, smiling up at the guy. He’s a full head taller than her.
He lowers to her lips and again his kiss is tender and sensual. She willingly opens for him when he deepens the contact and extends his tongue into her mouth. His arms are around her, crushing as he bends her back a little and moves more fully over her. She cuddles to his thick torso and uses her nails on the firm pillows of muscle rippling down his back.
He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes. She waits with her mouth still open, the corridor and building beyond him a blur. He strokes her face and kisses her again softly. “We have to go to lunch with Michael. I kind of promised we would.”
“I know. That’s fine,” Annabelle agrees and tries to catch his lips as he brushes hers with them.
He grins. “You like being kissed, huh?”
Annabelle bites a lip and nods. “I love it.”
“Yeah? And your husband doesn’t mind?”
“Um – maybe a little. I’m not sure exactly.”
“Ah okay – that’s good. I hope you tell him how much you like my kisses.” Paul teases Annabelle’s parted lips again. “Will you tell him?”
Annabelle nods. “Uh huh, I’ll tell him how much I love your kisses.” She tries to capture another one but Paul pulls back out of her reach. “Plus you can kiss so much better than him,” she says through a sudden blush.
Paul chuckles and takes her lips again, pressing firmly then mashing his mouth over hers as he searches deep with his tongue. Annabelle senses a presence and rolls her eyes aside to see Michael watching from through the open door and down the few stairs. He’s examining her crotch again. He climbs the steps and closes the door behind him, the narrow corridor thrown into semi-darkness.
“Hey, man,” Paul says to him.
“Hey,” Michael echoes and moves close beside Annabelle, looking down at her face. He places a hand upon her belly and strokes her hair from her neck with his other hand. Paul kisses Annabelle’s ear and whispers, “Is this alright?”
Annabelle gulps and sucks in a nervous breath. “Um. I um.” The older man lifts her chin and presses his lips to hers. She’s stunned but responds a little. Paul feels a breast. She gulps again and lifts her head away from Michael. “But just like we talked about,” she says to Paul. “Not um.”
“I know. Just oral,” he breathes into her neck and sucks on her tender skin there – his big hand kneading her breast more firmly now.
Michael touches her chin, turning her to face him, and he covers her mouth with his more insistently. Paul kisses her shoulder and slips her cardigan from her arms, trailing kisses down her back and side as he kneels and lifts her skirt to suck hard on her upper groin. The older man kisses beneath her chin and sucks on her neck. He’s undoing her blouse. He opens it and gropes her breasts while returning his kisses to her neck. Paul lifts one of her legs and shoulders beneath it. Annabelle grabs his head as she rocks back against a wall. Michael pulls up her bra and covers a tit with his mouth. Paul nuzzles her pussy through her panties, pressing with his nose and sniffing deeply to draw the scent she can smell herself right then. He bares his teeth and nips her. Her lower body convulses and she lets out a little squeal. Michael lifts and covers her mouth with his again and Paul stretches aside the crotch of her panties and breathes on her exposed pussy.
Annabelle’s eyes are wide in the near dark but they roll back in her head. She can’t quite identify all the sensations. Her right nipple is being firmly tweaked. There’s the tongue of a man old enough to be her father swirling around hers inside her mouth. She thinks there’s a finger pressing around her clit, parting her folds to isolate it – or it could be the tip of Paul’s nose doing that. It feels like his breath is the thing cooling her down there. The chill is of wetness and air movement and it’s dripping from her pussy down her leg. She can distinctly feel the trail of that dribble now but suddenly it is being licked – the warmth and coarseness of a tongue traveling up her inner thigh, and she shudders a breath into the older man’s mouth as the tongue slices directly through the centre of her opening.
“Aw fuck that’s wet,” Paul groans into her down there, and Annabelle’s belly immediately clenches in mild orgasm. The sudden little climax grips and thumps through her, seemingly urging Paul on, as he parts her folds with a thumb and forefinger then gets in under her to cover her pussy with his mouth and tongue her deep.
“Uhh…hhh…” Annabelle moans and clings to two handfuls of his hair while mashing her gash against his whiskery face. Her peak has passed now though. The tongue inside of her has pushed it deeper into her belly where it’s building with more substance as the two men continue to eat her against a wall.
Annabelle is pleased that the older man has stopped kissing her mouth and is now focused on her breasts. She needs the clear head space to concentrate on what’s happening inside her pussy – a long thick finger has been inserted and is moving in and out. The mouth of the man down there is pressed over her clit and the sensations centred there are a combination of sucking and lashing with a broad or pointed tongue.
The older man’s hand travels down the back of her panties and his bony fingertips probe past her anus and into the base of her vagina. This seems to release a flood of her juices because she suddenly feels a trickle run down past her knee. Those fingertips only ply and tease her open though, while the other finger spearing in and out of her has curled back to massage her G-spot.
The two men work Annabelle relentlessly until her entire body is a mass of nerve endings that explode and have her convulsing and crushing the head in her hands against her pussy. “Uhh…uhh…uhh…” she pants with each contraction deep in her belly and extending the length of her vagina to throb against the fingers now holding firm inside of it.
“That’s it, beautiful – let it go,” the older man breathes into Annabelle’s hair. She has lifted one hand to grip his head as well, holding him still and defending herself against any further stimulation.
Paul moves up her body and presses his wet, tangy mouth over hers. “You ready to suck some cock now?” he groans into her.
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters. “I’m ready.”
She is lowered by both men with a hand each upon her shoulders. The older man’s cock is long and thin. Paul’s cock is long and thick. Annabelle kisses one head then the other. The men stroke her hair and take turns to pull her forward, thrusting into her mouth as far as her fist will let them.
Annabelle strokes and sucks. She wants to kiss their balls but they’re keeping her head in place and fucking her mouth. She submits and lets them, unable to even let go and feel how big and heavy their sets of balls might be, because she can’t allow either of them to insert too deep. It’s just not something she can imagine doing – to take a cock down her throat. And there’s no way Paul’s would fit anyway.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Paul is the first to lose control. He takes Annabelle’s head in both hands and begins sawing the end of his cock in and out of her. His thrusts grow harder and faster, his bottom flexing and quivering beneath Annabelle’s nails. He suddenly holds firm and tenses – his cock hardening then beginning to pulse, and Annabelle squeezes her eyes shut tight and accepts his semen gushing and flooding her mouth. “Yeah, fucking nice,” he groans and gives another thrust then holds again while the last few spurts empty the over-sized balls Annabelle is now feeling and softly massaging.
She extracts the huge penis from her mouth and kisses her way down to the man’s balls. They’re heavy in her hand. She lifts them gently and moans as she sucks on the left one.
Paul smooths her hair from her face and tilts his head to watch her. “You like them?”
“Yes,” Annabelle tells him. “I love them – they’re so huge.” She peers from one man to the other, their features just distinguishable in the dimness of the corridor. She moves from Paul’s left ball to his right one. It’s sweaty with his musk and a bit too hairy, but she hums softly as she takes the full side of it into her mouth and sucks and massages with her tongue. She then nuzzles them both, allowing them to rest upon her face and over her nose and eyes. “Mmm – I just love the feel of them,” she utters and resumes kissing and licking them. The scent of him is strong underneath at the base of his sac. She nuzzles between his bulging thighs and licks more of his ball sweat, sucking the loose skin then licking her way up the side of his shaft. She lowers it and squeezes, milking a dribble of semen then sucking the head into her mouth. She peers up at the two men again and bobs her head. The older man is stroking his cock. She rolls her eyes to it then peers up at him again.
“Are you ready for another load?” he asks her.
Annabelle releases Paul’s cock and turns to face Michael with her mouth open and her tongue extended in readiness. He snarls and grits his teeth, his hand vibrating on the end of his dick. He shifts forward and positions the head then pushes it down against Annabelle’s tongue and snarls again as his semen spurts in heavy ropes into her mouth.
Annabelle swallows the pool of stringy goo and takes the narrow head of the man’s cock into her mouth and holds it there. She cups his balls. They’re quite small compared to Paul’s. They’re completely hairless though, and smooth and loose in their sac. Michael holds her hair aside as she gets in under him and gathers one of his nuts with her tongue, softly sucking the whole thing into her mouth and crushing her hand between her thighs as the powerful scent of him washes through her.
“That’s it – the other one too,” he encourages her. “Ooh yeah – suck on it,” he snarls. “You fucking love that, don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters as she lets that ball pop from her mouth. “I love what you men make inside these. I wish I could have it all in my belly instead of having to swallow it.”
“And we wanna pump it into your belly too – don’t worry about that,” Michael says, including Paul with a chuckle.
“Yes – but you can’t. I’m not allowed and it wouldn’t be safe for me anyway.” Annabelle licks the older man’s balls and kisses them, peering up at him watching. “Plus I didn’t know I was going to have to swallow yours as well. I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to my husband.”
Michael shrugs. “Serves the guy right if he doesn’t satisfy you himself.”
“Don’t say that,” Annabelle protests but has to squeeze her hand between her thighs again as the man’s words flutter in her belly. She kisses her way back up the underside of his cock. She takes the head into her mouth while gazing up at him.
He touches the back of her head and holds her while slowly rocking forward. He does his snarling grin. “Yeah, the husband’s obviously not enough man for her eh, Paul?”
Annabelle’s blush rises and she clamps her thighs tighter while her fingertips slip inside. She bobs back and forth, sucking the resurgent cock in her mouth.
“I say he’s a good guy though – letting us play with his wife,” Paul tells his friend. “Maybe not quite man enough but. Lucky us!”
Michael chuckles, the hand on the back of Annabelle’s head relaxing and he strokes her hair. “I need an hour to build up again, okay?”
Annabelle takes his fully erect cock from her mouth and squeezes against the flex of the shaft. She swallows and takes a breath. “Okay, but don’t make fun of my husband,” she utters and tilts beneath to kiss his balls again. She licks between and all around them, letting them roll over her nose and face while drawing the heady scent of such a mature man into her senses.
Michael continues stroking her hair while she nuzzles and smooches. “Alright, no more making fun of your hubby, but only if you promise not to cross your legs at this bar we’re going to for lunch.”
Annabelle glares up, stopping what she’s doing. “What bar?” Both men give a little chuckle. Paul takes her hand and helps her to stand. She pulls her bra down from where it’s still scrunched above her breasts and fixes it into place. “Well, is there a bathroom where I can freshen up and fix my makeup at least?”
Paul puts an arm around her as they walk. She cuddles to his side and he lowers his arm and takes her hand again instead, keeping hold of it until they have traversed several long corridors and Michael ushers her towards a ladies room.

***

Luke is sitting in Annabelle’s little Honda staring out at the calm blue ocean. He’s two hours from home, having gotten on the expressway south and driven in a daze all morning. He fights off the thought of his beautiful wife with the huge, muscular man pictured in his mind. He hasn’t been able to dispel the images of him enjoying the view up her tiny skirt and down her blouse – right there beside him in the car.
Luke manages to stave off the churning in his gut long enough to force down a meat pie and can of lemonade for lunch. He then spins the car around and spends another two hours in a daze driving home.
His heart is in his throat as he turns the corner into his street, but there is no car in his driveway. The next thing newly wrenching his gut is whether or not Annabelle is home. It’s almost three, and if she’s not already back she would be due anytime.
Luke locks her car away and glares through the kitchen window as he approaches the back door. There’s no movement in the house that he can detect. The door is locked – his heart slipping from his throat with a pulse of relief. He doesn’t want his wife to still be with this other man, but facing her afterward is going to be even harder to take.
The house is in silence. Luke walks to the sewing room and bedroom then checks to find the front door also still locked. He huffs a calming breath, his shoulders slumping, his heart rate slowing. He rushes back to the bedroom and finds the phone he had left behind that morning. There’s a text. His heart pounds in his chest again.
Annabelle: Oh my god Luke. Everyone can see up my skirt.
There’s a file attachment. Luke fumbles at the screen and opens an image of Annabelle sitting in a deep couch cuddled up to the man in Luke’s imagination. He has his arm around her and is grinning for the camera. His arm is massive – his bicep stretching his shirt sleeve. His other arm is resting across his lap, and with that hand he’s intertwining fingers with Annabelle. His other hand is wrapped around her hip with the tips of his fingers touching the exposed skin of her upper-thigh. Her knees are only slightly apart but the seat is low to the floor and there’s a full view of the white crotch of her panties. There’s a table with drinks and baskets of food in front, and the photo has been taken from the back of another couch opposite.
The calculation that the friend of this big dude must be taking the photo throbs through Luke’s chest. He swipes the screen for another picture but there’s only the one. He expands it but that makes it too hard to see on the tiny screen. He emails it to himself and gets it up on his computer screen.
Annabelle’s face is alight with a big toothy smile for the camera – seemingly oblivious to how this image is right then crushing Luke’s heart.
Luke slumps back in his office chair gripping his hair. He takes a few deep breaths then suddenly thinks to check the time of the text. It’s registered at 1:15. “Two hours ago.” he mutters aloud. His anguish is subsiding now – the shock of the visual wearing off. He argues with himself that nothing in the photo shows anything other than what he was expecting to happen – other than the intertwined fingers, but he knows how his wife is. She’s always wanting to hold hands, cuddle and kiss. She’s very affectionate in that simple way and never waits for Luke to initiate that kind of intimacy. Seeing her giving that particular brand of sweetness to another man still hurts though.
Luke checks the time again to see five minutes have passed. He leaves the computer on and strides back to the living room to peep through blinds and check the driveway. He slumps on the lounge and addresses his phone to type a message in reply. He stares at the screen, reading Annabelle’s message over and over.
Luke: I love you baby.
He clicks send and immediately wishes he could pull the message back, knowing he sounds desperate. And desperate is exactly how he feels. He gets up and checks the driveway again: Lunch was two hours ago and it’s only a one hour drive. The guy they’re with is probably only on a lunch break from his work. They should be back any minute.
Luke has his phone clutched in his sweaty fist as he stands there staring at the driveway and street. He checks his phone again after a few minutes, unable to imagine why Annabelle wouldn’t at least text a reply: She must be sitting in the guy’s car with him driving. How could she not be able to text or just call?
Luke stands there staring out the window for a long time before temporarily giving up and going to sit at the breakfast counter – his hands supporting his head as the image of them parked somewhere churns through his mind now. He can see the kissing and groping. He can see the guy fucking Annabelle in his back seat. He can’t stand the image any longer and kicks open the back door and storms into his garage. He has a speed ball and punching bag. He launches into the bag and thumps the hell out of it until he collapses exhausted on his back on the floor.
Luke lies there for a while sucking in breaths and staring up at the exposed timber beams above him. His knuckles are stinging. They’re raw, speckling blood. He gets up and finds some rag to wrap them then he starts with the speed ball. Luke boxed all through school and won a few medals at state level competition. He imagines being able to actually handle a man almost twice his size and punches the fuck out of this lawyer dude in his imagination.
Completely exhausted and somehow sated, Luke starts hitting pool balls around his table, planning to not even go inside when his wife does show up: He’ll be out here doing what he usually does most afternoons, not desperate at all.
The distraction of the pool game lasts ten minutes or so. Luke checks the house but there’s still no movement. He takes his phone from his pocket. Nothing. He goes back inside and to the living room window, standing there for another excruciating twenty minutes before scrolling for his wife’s number and calling her.
Annabelle’s phone diverts to voicemail immediately. Luke’s bursting heart implodes. He’s suddenly numb. He walks to the bedroom and falls back on the bed, pulling Annabelle’s pillow to his face and smelling her. He closes his eyes and relives their lives together, the notion of sharing his beautiful wife with other men completely absurd and utterly gut wrenching. His phone buzzes with a text and he lifts bolt upright and paws at the screen…………..

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This is just about my favourite thing – cleavage, side-boob, under-boob, see-through, braless, open-shirt, down blouse, down dress…. You name it. The sexily subtle showing of breasts absolutely does it for me. So I write about it. A lot. And I was looking at the way many authors/publishers of eBooks offer box sets, grouping a bunch of books together and selling for a bargain price, but I figured that wasn’t quite for me. Then I thought of the way it’s done with porn clips – compilations of your favourite thing. Which is more like what I wanted to do.

So here’s my first attempt at an eBook ‘compilation’. If it appeals to readers, I’ll do more 🙂

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A compilation of some of the hottest downblouse and topless scenes from the works of Matt Coolomon. Cut and pasted into one volume, this is all about a man’s wife or girlfriend showing her breasts to other men. Subtly flashing them. Or downright exposing them.

Presented like a cum-shot reel, these 12 sizzling hot scenes each give just enough background and lead-in to immerse you into the action. Enough to get to know the sweetly submissive wife or girlfriend before she shows you her assets.

Please note: all scenes are available in other published novels and novellas.
Anny daring to do it at the river, from ‘Young Wife gets a Sensual Massage’.
Eve and the guy next door playing with the hose, from ‘Wife Shared at the Lake’.
Mia with the old guy at the beach, from ‘Wife Tries Oral at a Party’.
Tamika doing her housekeeping, from ‘Wife Offered to the Houseguest’.
Natalie teasing the old landlord, from ‘Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men’.
Teen Catherine daring to at the beach, from ‘Daughter Seduced by Older Men’.
Sara in her new little black dress, from ‘Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club.’
Catherine plays strip with the guys, from ‘Pretty Wife Seduced by the Bad Boy.’
Justine climbing the mountain trail, from ‘Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island’.
Annabelle accidentally at the truck stop, from the hotwife novel ‘Nature’s Game’.
Angela and her sister in the pool, from ‘Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies’.
Miranda with the guy at the beach, from series bestseller ‘All Night Long’.

The sisters in the pool…

Suddenly Tanya grabbed Angela’s bikini top. She had the string pulled over her head, and she lunged away, pulling it from her completely. Angela squealed and covered her breasts with her arm, instinctively sinking low in the water while her sister climbed out of the pool twirling her top around teasingly. She threw it onto Angela’s dress, which was on a chair near the back door of the house. “I’m first in the shower,” Tanya called back cheekily and went inside.
Mr Peters was whistling. Then he stopped. Angela waited. She knew he was still there. It was a paling fence, and she could see him through the cracks. Her heart was thumping, her cheeks on fire. She waited several minutes, then she lifted slightly until her breasts were exposed above the level of the water. She was facing the fence but turned her head away, letting Mr Peters look at her. She raked her hair back, gathering it and wringing it out, standing fully and remaining facing the fence. She suddenly felt calm, or at ease at least – her heart was still thumping, but she was more excited than nervous.
Mr Peters stepped up onto something and looked over the top of the fence. “Hello there, Angela,” he said, smiling broadly. “I noticed Rex has been trying to dig under the fence down the back…. It’s Missy – I think she might be on heat. He wants to talk to her about that, I suspect.”
“Oh!” Angela blushed. She had covered her breasts with her arm again.
Mr Peters looked down at her chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
Angela nodded. “Um…. What should I do – about Missy?” She felt a wave of excitement gush over her as she lowered her arm.
The old man’s eyes flashed down and up quickly. He cleared his throat. “Err…. Nothing to do – I’ll just keep Rex on his chain for a few days?”
Angela’s breasts were pure white, a distinct triangle of milky skin against her golden tan. Her dark nipples were of course tight from the cool water.
“I’ll just – um….” She motioned to her clothing and waded from the pool to get her top. She had her back to the old neighbour at that point, but as she undid the knots in her bikini top she turned a little so he could see her breasts again. The knots had been pulled tight. The stitching was stretched and one string was almost broken. If she put the dress on it would stick to her wet skin. There was a towel on the clothes line, so she hurriedly got that and wrapped it around herself.
“I’m so sorry to disturb,” Mr Peters offered sincerely.
“No, that’s fine.” Angela blushed as she approached the fence again. “We were being silly and my sister pulled my top off. It’s our own fault, Mr Peters.”
He grinned. “Good…. I wasn’t exactly sorry, truth be told.”
Angela kept the edge of the towel in place above her breasts while dabbing at her wet hair with the other edge. She knew Mr. Peters quite well, or at least thought she had done. He was always chatty – this time going on about car theft in the neighbourhood and the rising council taxes.
“Okay – so, we’ll also keep Missy chained up today and tomorrow, and we’ll see after that?”
“Thanks, love. Enjoy your party, and don’t worry about noise if you have loud music. I was young once too. You just have fun.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mr Peters.”
Angela put Missy on her chain and filled her water bowl. She tidied up around the pool and checked her bikini top again. She could probably fix it with a needle and thread. She had another in her bag that would do for the weekend.
Mr Peters was sitting on his back deck. His chair was facing where Angela was standing. She could feel him looking at her. Her blush fired up at thought of what she was about to do. She couldn’t imagine why, but she undid her towel and dropped it on the chair. Her dress was inside-out, so she had to fix it before putting it on. She lifted her head and met Mr Peters’ eyes over the top of his sunglasses. She looked down at herself then back up at him. With her hands at her waist, she waited while he had a good long stare at her naked breasts. She glanced down at them then met his gaze again.
“Nice,” he said. “I’d better keep a watch out over the weekend if you girls are going to be bathing topless.”
“Okay,” Angela said, smiling through her blush. Then with a flash of cheek and courage she added, “But no filming us, Mr Peters.”
His eyes widened. “I see. You’ve been snooping, have you?”
Angela pulled her dress on and ran inside, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as her only response.

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Then the sisters together in the pool the next day.

They got changed into bikinis and went for a swim. Getting on 4.30, Mr Peters had not appeared in his yard or on his deck. The girls were disappointed, about ready to give up when a car pulled into the garage.
“That’s him,” Angela said excitedly.
“But what if he doesn’t come back out?”
He was walking inside. “Hi, Mr Peters!” Angela called.
He turned and smiled. “Oh hello, girls! How are we today?”
Tanya squeezed Angela’s hand under the water. They were both sitting on the step with the water lapping at their shoulders.
“Hi, Mr Peters!” Tanya called out too.
“We’re fine,” Angela said. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“Yes – I’m coming back out to enjoy…. I’ll just put my groceries away.” He ducked inside.
“Are you ready?” Angela asked her sister. “I’m going to.” She tugged the knot behind her back and pulled her top off. Tanya did the same. The pool was right by the fence. “Let’s sit up higher so he can see us,” Angela said, and she floated up two steps until the water was only to her waist. Tanya joined her there. They both put their bikini tops on the step behind them.
The back door of Mr Peters’ house slammed, and a moment later his head bobbed over the fence. His eyes widened. “Oh hello!”
Angela giggled, her tits jiggling. She looked down at them then back up. He looked from hers to Tanya’s. “Very nice,” he said, grinning. “I’m going to watch you from my chair. Just ignore me.”
“Okay,” Angela replied sweetly.
Mr Peters’ deck was raised, giving him a view down into the pool. Angela floated around on her back, showing off for him. Tanya did too, her little peaks sticking out of the water quite proudly. Tanya got out and sunbathed for a little while before leaving Angela there to start dinner.
Angela got out and dried off. She had a short cotton beach wrap she had brought out to the pool. Mr Peters was looking at her over his sunglasses. His head was raised and he was watching her closely. She faced away from him and put the wrap on, leaving it untied. She then blushed to herself and pulled her bikini pants down. She wrung them out and placed them on the arm of a chair. She then wrung her hair, and she turned to face the old neighbour with her arms raised like that.
“Yeah – that’s nice, love,” he said low and sensually.
Angela looked down at the wrap opened over her breasts and at her shaved pussy. She peered up at him, biting her lip.
“Come closer,” he said, approaching the fence.
She shook her head. “No, this is close enough.”
He nodded. “You have a beautiful body, Angela.”
“Thanks.”
Tanya came back out, so Angela tied her wrap. “Mr Peters said we have beautiful bodies, Tan…. He has an interesting body too, doesn’t he?”
Tanya giggled. “Oh yeah. He sure does.”
Mr Peters chuckled. “So, you naughty young ladies have been watching your uncle’s porno clips, eh?”
Angela nodded, eyebrows raised.
“We sure have, Mr Double D,” Tanya replied boldly.
He frowned in question, glancing down at his big round torso. “I know I have some man boobs but at my age…. And they’re not quite double D, are they?”
“Wrong double D,” Tanya teased him.
“Tanya!” Angela scolded.
“Why? He’s cool, aren’t you, Double D?”
He shook his head in confusion.
Angela huffed. “Think of another two words starting with D, Mr Peters.” She pointed down suggestively.
“Oh!” His eyes lit up with mirth. ”Ah yes – I’ve been called that a time or two…. Very clever there, young Tanya.” He had a bit of a laugh. “So, you girls are impressed? Not bad for an old timer, eh?”
“I think your clips are hot, Mr Double D,” Tanya declared. “Vera’s hot too. You go get her!”
He chuckled some more. “I will. Thank you….”
“Dinner’s going to burn,” Tanya said. “Jack called. They’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. I’m coming in.”
Tanya rushed inside. Angela faced the old neighbour, still smiling over the fence. “Those clips ARE hot. I can’t believe you do that with Uncle and Vera.”
“We’ve been doing it for years – once in a while.”
Angela nodded. She had known Mr Peters for so long, since she was little. She felt comfortable talking with him. “We’ve been doing stuff like that this weekend. I’m trying to decide if I should sleep with another guy – with my fiancé’s permission.”
The older man nodded. “Tricky,” he said. “Things won’t be the same after.”
Angela glanced down, fiddling with her wrap tie. “Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”
“I see…. I’m old and alone, so I wouldn’t want to give relationship advice.”
Angela approached the fence. There was a barbeque at the end of an awning. She leaned back against it. “Don’t you dare tell Uncle about any of this, Mr Peters.”
“I won’t, love. You can trust me to be discrete. I’m nothing if not discrete.”
“Okay,” Angela uttered, blushing again as she released the tie at her waist and opened it a little, exposing her nipples and everything below the waist. “This is so exciting…. I noticed in the clips you are always undoing Vera’s clothes and looking at her body. It’s almost as sexy as when you’re making love to her.”
“It is sexy, isn’t it? I go to a nudist beach quite often. I’ve been involved with a naturalist group for many years. It’s where I met Vera. We dated a few times before she met your uncle.”
“Oh that’s interesting…. So, Uncle is involved in the group too?”
“Oh yes! He always comes along to the camp with me. We’ve been regulars for the past few years now.”
“Oh really! I think that would be amazing, going to a nudist camp. It must be so exciting.”
“Say the word, Angela. We’d be happy to take you and Jack along anytime. We meet monthly – it’s on a private property with pools and a tennis court, also a lovely natural stream and some forest for bushwalking. It feels wonderful walking in a forest in hiking boots and not a stich of clothing.”
Mr Peters laughed. Angela did too. “What if it was just me, and not Jack – would that be okay?”
“Of course…. And discretely too if you prefer.” He looked down at Angela’s pussy. She followed his gaze, waiting. “I enjoy the fashion with you younger girls, trimming and shaving your – pussy? Can I say pussy? I don’t wish to sound crude or brash.”
Angela smiled. “Pussy is fine.”
“And tits?” the older man asked with grin. “I think the big old ones are more so bosoms. Those are tits, aren’t they?”
“Yes, these are tits.” Angela giggled. “I don’t think they qualify as bosoms either. We don’t really use that word much these days.”
“Oh I see…. I’m out of touch with most things fashionable, but like I was saying, this fashion of trimming or shaving your pussy – it’s very appealing. It’s exciting to be able to see your actual slit like that – that very enticing place where a woman opens sexually. It’s quite arousing for a man just looking at you displayed like that.”
Angela’s blush fired up. She was tingling all over as he tilted his head to study her pussy.
“Have you been letting the guys see you like this? Is this part of your experimentation this weekend?”
“Not yet…. It’s only been kissing and some touching so far. With clothes on…. Well, underwear at least down below,” Angela explained.
“Hmm – and the guys are happy with that? They wouldn’t be content with kissing and no further…. Well, no further entry – if I can put it like that.”
“Entry? What do you mean?”
Mr Peters shook his head. “Well, the thing about men, love – we all want the same thing when it comes to sexual play. These guys – these friends of yours – their MOTIVE is to enter you…. That is to say – put inside of you their tongues, in your mouth or elsewhere, their fingers in your pussy, and if possible, their penises, in either of those places, or even from behind…. The point is, if the game is sex – their objective consciously or sub-consciously, is to put things inside of you.”
“Um…. They’ve been putting their tongues in my mouth often enough,” Angela said. “Like that?”
“Yes, like that – if that’s all you allow. But beyond all of those insertion tactics, their ultimate motive is to put inside you their genetic material – their seed. This is what they are programed to do. We are like robots, love – we are imprinted with a very basic program. Just like Rex there whining at the fence because a female is on the other side – one he wishes to insert his appendage into and deposit his genetic material.”
Angela smiled. “You mean like you always want to do with Vera?”
Mr Peters chuckled. “Precisely, love – precisely!”
“And you think all these guys have a one track mind like that too?”
“Oh no. I’m sure they are all complex, well rounded people.” He grinned. “But with you looking like that, and sex being the name of the game – oh yes – they will have a one track mind to see to it that you are well serviced, Angela. This is where your kissing and touching through clothes will lead if you allow them to have any say at all.”
“I’d better go,” Angela said, motioning over her shoulder.
The old man’s eyes lowered to her body. She waited another moment. He didn’t look back up, just stared at her pussy and then her tits. “I’ll think about the nudist camp idea,” she said softly as she opened her wrap more fully. “It’s an intriguing thought – especially with my uncle….”
“You would be very welcome, love. There aren’t a lot of younger women involved with the group. It’s about nature and freedom, but sex is the most basic aspect of human nature, so the men would enjoy looking at you like this. All of them would – including your uncle…. If I know Mike at all, he’d enjoy getting a look at you completely nude, love. Especially if your slit was shaved bare like that.”
Angela’s blush fired up. “I always keep my pussy lips shaved…. I suppose I could wax completely if you dirty old men wanted me to.”
“Oh yes we certainly would, love. And those lovely slender thighs – you must display nicely from behind too. Just lying around or sleeping. There’s room for you to stay in our little cabin if it’s only yourself. With us men we usually dress indoors but we would definitely be changing that particular rule for you.”
“Hmm…. Well, I’m going to need some more practice by the sound of it, so I’ll undress again for you tomorrow if you like, Mr Double D,” Angela teased, and she left him there and picked up her bikini and towel, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as she walked inside with her wrap floating behind on the breeze…………..

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