“Let’s get noodles,” she said.

“And I’ll tease next Tuesday, not promising anything more,” she said.

“Not refusing either, I would note,” George replied.

Abbey shrugged, “If I did, it would spoil your fantasy wouldn’t it?” she asked him as she reached over and stroked his cock.

George moaned as she rubbed him. “I suppose it would,” he admitted. “So,” he picked up his phone to order their normal noodles from a nearby restaurant. “What are you hoping Anthony has you wear next Tuesday?”

Abbey thought about it a moment, “I don’t know, maybe an apron,” she told him.

George moaned again, “Just an apron?” he asked.

She laughed, “I would need shoes, too,” she said.

In the meantime George was thinking of a cupless bra and nipple pasties. A frilly transparent skirt and no panties. He decided he would let Anthony know his thoughts before next week. “Well, that would be hot,” he told her.

The rest of the night was spent talking and eating noodles in bed while pleasing each other while discussing how to progress their fantasies. All the while George was thinking of how he could influence everything to progress more.

The following day, George looked into options for maid-based lingerie while at work. He found several options he thought could work and quickly afterwards messaged Anthony.

‘Hey Anthony, I chatted with Abbey last night. She had fun cleaning yesterday. I’m going to send you a few ideas, but just so you know, she suggested an apron and shoes.’

It was about an hour later that Anthony replied. ‘Just an apron. You know I would see everything when she bends over, right?’

‘Yeah, man, that’s all good. Anyway, I think she wants more.’

‘You saying I should flirt with or touch your wife?’ Anthony replied.

‘Hey, if she’s happy, I’m happy,” George told him.

There were several minutes before Anthony replied. ‘Not to be too blunt, but I don’t want to fuck this up or upset you or Abbey. Are you saying that if I wanted to kiss your wife, you’d be fine with it as long as she was?’

‘Nah, I’m telling you that as long as she’s happy, I don’t mind at all. If she’s happy to kiss you, go for it. If she’s happy for you to grope her, go for it. Whatever she’s happy with, I am.’

‘Whatever?’ was all that came back.

‘If you are suggesting that you want to try and fuck her, best of luck, I don’t know if she’s there yet, but hey, she’s your maid, have fun.’ He told her.

‘Dude, you guys rock. ‘And I will certainly look at those suggestions.’

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