“God, that would be so hot,” George groaned.

Abbey giggled, “Goodie, and if you are still feeling good about all this, I would like some help.”

She continued to sit atop him as they both sipped their drinks for a few moments, “What can I do?” George asked eventually.

“I need you, my husband, to take pictures of each number written on my body so I can message them the picture and tell them they left something at my place, and if they want it, they need to organise a time,” she said through her eyelashes.

George shuddered and felt himself pulse again, “God, really?” Abbey nodded as she rose off him before finishing her glass of bubbles and downing her glass of whisky. “Alright, let’s take some photo’s so my slut wife can be a little more of a slut. Also, I don’t feel like cooking tonight, Thai?”

She thought for a moment, “Indian? You can order while I have a shower, and this cum is starting to flake.”

“Ooh, Indian sounds good,” he said. “So pictures first, in case the pen isn’t waterproof.”

Abbey nodded, “Good point,” she said. She handed over her phone to her husband, who quickly walked around her body, taking photos, close-ups of the numbers. He made sure that in each one, the cum, her nipple, or her puffy slit were visible. Once he was done Abbey kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you, love. Now if you can order dinner, I’m going to shower.”

George laughed, “You could wait, collect the Indian completely covered in cum and naked?” he laughed.

Abbey shook her head, “I was tied up and fucked for hours by lord knows how many men, and that isn’t enough for you? I need to exhibit myself to the delivery guy?” she said.

George shrugged, “I would enjoy it, but I don’t want to pressure you. You do what you enjoy.”

Abbey looked over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom, “Oh, I did. They were very enjoyable.”

George laughed as he pulled out his phone and leaned against the door frame to watch her shower as he ordered. “Saag?” he asked.

“Fuck no,” Abbey said, “I need meat; I’m starving. Please remember, I didn’t have lunch either unless you count how many loads I swallowed.”

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