“Oh really? And how far does your husband want you to go?” he asked her. She could hear anticipation dripping from his voice.

“I don’t know if I should tell you how far George would like me to go,” she replied, tight in her chest.

“That tells me he at least wants me to fuck you,” he replied.

Abbey smiled, “At least huh? And what more is thereafter that?” she asked him teasingly.

“I can think of several things,” he said, “can I at least ask if he wants you to use protection?”

Abbey blushed, “I think he said something like if he was to come home to find me spread eagle on the bed dripping with cum he would be the happiest man on earth.”

She could hear the smile in his voice, “Are you on the pill?” he asked.

“Would that be a good thing or a bad thing?” She asked back.

“Well, I know which I would prefer,” he said, “but neither is a deal-breaker.”

“So can I ask which you would prefer?” her voice was tight with anticipation.

“I don’t think that’s hard to figure out,” he said. “So, should I come around this afternoon?”

Abbey bit her lip, “Maybe,” she took a deep breath, “I’m not promising anything, but if you would like to come around maybe two O’clock, it would give us some time.”

“Beer, wine or something else?” he asked.

“Surprise me,” she said.

“Oh I plan to, and I have no expectations. There are things I want, but I don’t expect them.”

Abbey was feeling giddy, elated, like she was preparing for a first date. “Well, I guess I will see you at two then.”

She hung up and immediately called George.

“Well that was quick, didn’t have much stamina?” he said.

Abbey laughed, “Well, we just had a conversation, and,” she hesitated, “and he is coming around later today.”

George laughed, “So I should come home late?”

She shook her head out of habit, “No, you come home whenever, I will let you know if he is still going to be here.”

“Well I hope you enjoy yourself and don’t worry about me, you won’t go too far,” he told her.

“He wants to fuck me, and he would rather me not be on the pill,” she told her husband.

George moaned, “And what would you like?”

“Well, he seemed nice, and had a nice big black cock, so I think I would like him to fuck me,” she confessed.

“And would you like to not be on the pill?” George persisted.