Annabelle

She threw the camera away and cried. I found a towel, cleaned her face and held her. "You don't have to do this, Annabelle." The tension ebbed out of her.

She wiped a tear with the back of her hand and inspected the mascara smudge. "I must look a proper state. I don't know how you can--.

My kisses silenced her. Starting at her face and then down her body while I undressed her. She offered her breasts to my eager mouth, watching my lips moving from one to another, teasing her nipples stiffer. She moaned. "I'm so wet. I've been wet ever since you fucked me last week. I've played with myself every day."

She watched my head descend her torso, my tongue teasing her belly button as she squirmed out of soaking knickers. Annabelle grabbed the heels of her shoes and pulled her legs open. Her swollen cunt opened, clit standing to attention. "Make sure he sees it all Max." I hovered between her thighs, knowing the chest cam would capture the erotic sight. "I want to come in your mouth this time, Max." I fell upon her, sucking her lips into mine. My tongue found her hard clit and lashed at it.

"My god Clive, he's eating me. I think he will eat me alive. Not like those half-hearted licks you give me." Annabelle squealed. "You don't know that sound, do you, Clive? That is the sound I make when I have a tongue in my arse. His fingers are inside me. I'm going to, oh god!" Annabelle held my face against her flooding juices. She released my head and pulled me up and kissed my coated face. "I want you to do me in the bum, Max. I've never done it before. Clive tried, but it was painful and it hurt to poo for weeks afterwards. Can you get your big cock in without hurting me?"

"I'll make sure it's well lubricated and you are ready love." I slid carefully into her warm, wet pussy, resisting the urge to come. My hips took over, and I shafted her until my cock was covered in her goo, then I turned her over so she knelt, head down, arse in the air. Her stockinged thighs, splayed pussy and high heels made it a shot from a porn film and it reminded me we were making one of our own. I ran my tongue up and down her crack, probing her tiny rosebud until it opened. I splayed her cheeks and continued to probe. Soon she was wide enough to take two fingers. When I inserted a third, I knew she was ready for my cock. I spat in my hand and coated the head before offering it to her.

Annabelle propped up on her elbows and resumed her commentary to the tiny camera. "I can feel the head of his cock in my arse. It's splitting me Clive, but it doesn't hurt. It feels lovely. I eased back and forth, going a little deeper each time until my balls were resting on her wet cunt. "He's all the way in. Can you see Clive? It's so different from being in my pussy. Go faster, Max." I picked up the pace and Annabelle opened her legs wider. Her hand appeared between them, grabbing my balls and massaging them against her cunt. As I got faster, she concentrated on rubbing her clit. "I'm coming again, Max. Coming in my bum and in my pussy together." Her fingers inside her cunt gave me extra stimulation beyond the thin membrane of her anus, and she brought me off. "He's coming Clive, he's coming in my arse! Oh god, so am I!" Annabelle backed against my thrusts, I grabbed her hips and pounded into her like a beast. She lay still and moaned as I spurted time and time again until I was empty. Even then my empty cock tried to fire blanks until it subsided and I eased out. We cuddled, and I asked if she was okay.

"I know men always want to do it up the bum. Didn't think there was anything in it for the woman, but I was wrong. It just needs to be done expertly." She smiled but she could see in my eyes something was not right. "What's wrong, Max?"

"Nothing to do with you, Annabelle. I loved the sex. The best I ever had. I even found the filming a kinky turn on. But it was not for us, I felt like we were performing for him. I have genuine feelings for you. I don't want to hide them, but I don't want him to see them. Can you understand that?" She nodded. "I want a part of you he will never see. Wait here while I switch all the cameras off."

I came back from the bathroom with her make-up bag and removed her cum stained choker and stockings, then wiped her body with cleaning wipes. I found her makeup remover and soaked a cotton bud. "Relax, I used to do this for my wife Angela, when she was too pissed to do it for herself." I ran the cotton bud over each eyelid to loosen the glue, then I teased each false eyelash free, wiping the glue off and putting them back in their holder. I worked methodically with cotton pads soaked in remover and cleaned her eyes and mouth until her face was bare.

Annabelle was astonished. "I can't believe I let you do that. I've never even let another woman do that. But a man. A big burly bloke with enormous hands. I did not believe you could be so gentle. I feel so naked now. More exposed than when I had my legs in the air. I don't know what to say."

"Then just say thank you, Annabelle." She kissed me and straddled my chest. I felt her wetness against my flaccid cock trapped length ways between her lips. She contracted her pelvic floor like she was giving CPR to my dead cock. I thought it would be hours before I could perform again, but she knew better. Soon my erect cock was trapped between us. "You see Dr Annabelle knows how to treat a patient."

"More like Witchdoctor Annabelle, you mean." I flipped her over and entered her. We had to work our tired bodies to obey our desires, but it meant that we made love for the first time and we did not rush our pleasure. We came together to our surprise and delight, and collapsed in a fit of laughter. "I guess that is our version of vanilla sex."

Annabelle's face looked soft and vulnerable. "God help me," she said.

It took me a week to edit the footage into a twenty-minute film I was happy with. The so-called easy-to-use software was not. On first viewing, the raw footage was a turn on, but repeated editing dulled the senses until I was just watching two people I knew fucking. I bet the only people who don't watch porn for entertainment are the people who make it for a living. I invited Annabelle to my place for a meal and to debut our performance. She turned up in a simple white tee shirt and jeans and a cardigan. Her face wore just a smidge of lipstick. I pulled her in the door and kissed her passionately.

"Wow, I expected that when I'm done up like the whore of Babylon, but not when I'm got up to take the dog for a walk. Not that I'm complaining, Max."

"I've seen every angle of the whore of Babylon this week, but what I've missed is the genuine woman. This is the real Annabelle, isn't it?" I held her at arm's length, looking at her face. She searched mine. She could see I loved her, and her reaction was a mix of joy and fear. I hugged her.

Annabelle held me at arm's length. "God, what am I doing? I thought we would just be a bit of fun. But it's more important than that, isn't it?" She looked worried.

"It is for me, Annabelle, but then I've got nothing to lose, have I? I don't expect the same from you. Let's just see how the cards fall for the moment, shall we?"

She looked up. "How can I argue with you when you are being so reasonable? Clive and I are more than just a marriage, we are the business. We are so entangled."

I cooked while she gave me a quick history lesson. Clive and her first husband Richard were pals from university. They got bored working for big accountancy firms and struck out for themselves, a partnership offering personal investment advice to rich people. All the big banks now offered the wealth management and private client banking Saunders-Hart Investment Management pioneered. She met Richard when he was pitching services to her father. Richard was dynamic, charming and very persuasive, and they married within a year. Clive was more calculating and strategic, making sure they delivered on what Richard promised. They were an excellent team; business prospered for six years, by which time Clive had married Sarah. But the creative tension that drove the business forward became a strain, and Richard confessed to Annabelle he wanted to end their partnership. They had many rows and after a particularly bad one, Richard stormed out of the office and drove off. He had a fatal accident, veering off the road and hitting a tree. He had been drink driving. I paused mid taste and looked at her.

"It could have been a man like Richard who knocked you down Max. Just a regular man who lost his head and made a stupid mistake. That is why I felt I had to help you."

I'd never considered my assailant could have other victims, too. Members of his family who had to live with the consequences of his actions. I went over to the couch and held Annabelle. I kissed her.

"Thank you, Max." She licked her lips. "That sauce needs salt."

Richard's death threw the business into a crisis. They'd expanded, but Richard was the figurehead of the firm. Clive was heartbroken, begging Annabelle to help him reassure clients, worried about their money. About a year later, Clive persuaded Annabelle to take a job with the firm as Head of Investor Relations. Not long after, Clive and Sarah divorced. Things had not been right between them for a long time. When Clive proposed to Annabelle eighteen months later, she accepted without too much thought. 'I knew him so well, Max. I saw him every day. I didn't feel passionate about him, but losing Richard scared me so much. Clive made me feel safe.'

"Dinner is ready, Annabelle. I understand why you married him. Sounds like you didn't get a chance to look elsewhere. Safe is good sometimes. But you don't feel so safe now, do you? What you've discovered about his interests makes you question how well you know him?" I didn't mean to hurt her, but it stung all the same. I put the plates down.

"I will complain to the management if there is too much salt in this." Annabelle sniffed a tear.

"I'll get our head of customer services to see you after the meal. There's ice cream for dessert. It's vanilla, you like vanilla."

"I'll be the judge of that thank you, sir." She would not forgive me in a hurry.

"Plus, we have a film premier. A coming attraction, and I promise you will."

She rolled her eyes at my smutty talk.

It was a first for me. Siting on the couch eating ice cream with a lover and watching yourselves fucking on the big screen, but I would recommend it if you get the chance. Annabelle pretended to take it all in her stride, but her face was flushed and she fidgeted. "I see the boys like it?" I said. She looked puzzled, I nodded down at her nipples straining her tee shirt. She covered them, but it did not take long before she was absent-mindedly caressing them. I shuffled over on the couch and kissed her neck. "Are you going to take those jeans off now? You don't want them to get as wet as your knickers, do you?" She was transfixed to the screen as I stripped her. We lay like spoons and I was fucking her from behind before she noticed.

"You've done a splendid job, Max. So much better than those films Clive has on his computer. All those different angles, you dirty sod. I like the shots from the chest camera, it's like the viewer is between my legs." She made other comments as she played with her clit and I thrust from behind. "Do you think I've overdone it, speaking into the camera? Look how big you cock is in my arse? No wonder it stung afterwards." She bucked back. We finished doggie style on the floor as I slammed into her hips and gave her a big load. My week of editing had been foreplay. 'Max, there's so much cum. I'm full of it and it's running down my legs.'

We went to my bed and made love once more before she had to leave. She was adamant about keeping her words to camera in, but agreed that it would be better to blur my face so as not to over provoke Clive. I'd already made a version with my head pixilated, so it was just a case of loading it onto the USB drive. She planned to load it onto Clive's PC and wait for his reaction. I was not so sure it was a good idea to surprise him like that.

"Clive is so calculating, so measured. I want to break through that reserve and see what he feels. Because if he doesn't feel, then what have we got left? I got angry because you were right, Max. I never had time to choose after Richard died. Clive took charge, and I did what was best for him and for the business. Now it's my turn to do what is good for me." She kissed me and for the first time I thought my feelings had been reciprocated. "Give me a few days, Max. I'll contact you when things are clearer."

It was almost a week before Annabelle called me. My worried texts and a final threat to come to her house forced her response. "I'm okay now, Max. Clive was angry, but he was also turned on by getting what he thought he wanted. He was more demonstrative than I have ever seen him. I thought that was what I wanted from him, but it's not enough. It is not like it is with you. I thought the sex on the side was supposed to be the cheap thrill, but what we have, what you feel for me, is more honest than Clive has ever been?"

"What does this mean, Annabelle?"

"I told him I would not give you up Max, and that if he wanted me to continue being a part of the company, he would have to accept that. I'd put my life on hold when he asked me and now it was his turn to repay the favour. He does not like being out of options, but he agreed for the sake of his precious company."

"Come and see me now, Annabelle, or I'll come there."

We met in a West End coffee shop. The bruise around her eye was not quite hidden by concealer. I clenched my fist on the table. "He just lashed out in anger. He was full of apologies afterwards." My look said I didn't believe her. "You were right. My bits talking into the camera set him off. He didn't even rant about who you were. What annoyed him was that I'd taken control, done it on my terms. He's not the wimpy cuckold. He's like the other type you described. He needs to be in control of his wife's lover, even though the other man is taking what is his. Its contradictory, but it is Clive to a tee. He came in as I was leaving earlier, I told him I was going to see you."

"Give me your phone, Annabelle. I will not make a scene." She handed it over and I found his number and dialled. "You know who this is, Clive. You recognise the voice. Annabelle is staying with me tonight. I can understand you were angry. I said it might provoke you. But if you ever hit her again, you will have me to answer to, and there will be no excuses. Do we understand each other?"

His voice was much deeper than I'd imagined, and he was not in the least intimidated. Annabelle was right, he was no wimp. "I know who you are. I regret what I did and it will not happen again. It is good that my wife had found someone worthy of her affection, but Annabelle is still my wife. I think we should meet when tempers have calmed. I'll give Annabelle the details." Then the fucker rung off on me. "I see what you mean about having to be in control. He wants us to meet a time of his convenience. If we were married and you were carrying on with him on the sly, I'd be going round to his house right now to sort him out."

"That's because I'm more important to you than anything else, Max. It's not the same for Clive." Annabelle looked dejected. If she ever doubted her marriage was over in that moment, she was certain of it. We finished our coffees and left.

She took the top of my pyjamas, which were comically large on her, but neither of us were laughing. I held her while she wept. There was no point in words, she just needed the reassurance of my arm around her body. I fell asleep, but I woke by her mouth on mine. Her eyes were sad, but she gave me a slight smile. "I want you to make love to me now, Max. You make me feel good and I need that. I've made a start for you." She squeezed my erection in her fist. "I've made a bit of a start on me too." I felt between her legs, and her pussy was puffy and open. Her clit a hard little button that made her squirm as my finger circled it.

I slid on top. There was no finesse. She wanted to come as soon as possible and so did I. I kissed her bruised cheek and the mark on her neck I had not noticed before and her painful arm. His loss of control had been more than either of them admitted. I looked in her eyes. "I love you, Annabelle. If that makes you feel awkward, I don't care. I have to hear myself say it."

"I would have felt awkward last week, but now I feel wonderful. I love you too, Max. I had to see how little is left between me and Clive to recognise how much this means to me. That is why I refused to give you up despite his fists and the vile things he said."

Clive chose the Saunders-Hart annual charity auction as the place we should meet. He could show off his power and status. He and Annabelle were the hosts auctioning off unwanted donations from their rich clients. The charities benefited, clients got to show off their generosity, and I'm sure Clive had a dodge that made the whole exercise tax deductible. Clive was in his pomp. He was the centre of attention whipping up the bidding while Annabelle, looking lovely in an emerald green shoulder-less evening dress acted as hostess, displaying the items. I looked at the faces of the crowd. You could see desire in the faces of the men who spent as much time ogling Annabelle as what she was presenting. The wives subconsciously touched their necks and arms, wondering how she kept her skin so supple. I noticed Clive's expression, pleased at the attention Annabelle was getting because it reflected well on his choice of partner. I looked smug myself, pleased I was the one fucking Annabelle, and they weren't.

Clive was a conundrum. I put him at my height, six-two. He was in decent shape, but I was more thick set. I would back myself if it came to trading blows. But then I would say that, wouldn't I? His performance on the rostrum was polished and professional rather than personable. I could imagine the contrast between Clive and her first husband, Richard. From how she described him, I could see than they would have made a formidable team.

I'm glad I'd put on my dinner jacket for the hotel do, because everyone in the hundred strong gathering was in their finery. I hadn't worn a DJ since the fine dining club events I used to attend with my wife Angela a lifetime ago. After several unsuccessful bids, I won a signed football shirt, which I'd raffle at work. As I held up my bidding number to confirm I was the winner, I caught Annabelle's eye for the first time that evening. She smiled, and Clive followed her stare. Soon we'd locked eyes across the room and his professional smile slipped for a moment before he recovered. Guests mingled after the auction, gossiping about how their money was doing. Annabelle came through a crowd, exchanging hellos along the way. It took all my effort not to grab her and kiss her as she stood in front of me.

She smiled at my torment. "So glad you could make it Max," she said for the benefit of any bystanders.

"I'm always happy to give to charity Annabelle. As a matter of fact, I would like to give some more now if you know of a suitable opportunity."

She flushed and leaned closer. "Stop it, Max. Seeing you got up like James Bond, I'm already wet." We talked for a few minutes, but the words were not what we wanted to say. My eyes searched hers. "No Max, I can't, not here tonight." She bit her lip pensively, and I thought I might persuade her if I persisted, but I did not get the opportunity.

Clive appeared from nowhere. "Max, isn't it? So glad we've met at last. I hope Annabelle has kept you entertained?" He was pumping my hand but not crushing it when he felt me return his firm grip. "Darling, can you give us a few moments to chat?" Annabelle looked nervously between our faces.