“Probably get excited,” she said.

Wayne nodded, “if you were sitting in my lap or we were partially undressed?”

Abbey smiled, “That would certainly get him excited.”

Wayne finished his glass before refilling both of them, “And I assume that this dress is not your everyday dress?” Abbey shook her head, “And you are wearing something else underneath that?” She nodded. “Do you want to show me?”

She nodded again and slowly stood up. As Dwayne watched, she reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. As she slid it off her shoulders, Dwayne smiled. “Wow, is that bridle lingerie?” he asked.

He was taking in her sight as the dress pooled at her ankles, her in white baby doll, a fine mesh which mainly was transparent. Almost a bodysuit but clasped at the front with silver love heart catches. “I think it is intended to be,” she said.

“Did it come with panties?” he continued.

Abbey blushed and nodded, “But I decided not to wear them.”

“Very nice. So if you were sitting in my lap, wearing only that, and me without my shirt on when George got home?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Abbey was panting as she nodded. She couldn’t find a word to say as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt.

“So, tell me how you would like your husband to see you when you get home? Kissing me? Sitting in my lap? With me eating your pussy?” he asked her as he peeled his shirt from his shoulders.

He was well built, not slim and did not have a six-pack, but was obviously strong.

“Let’s just see where this goes,” she said, sitting beside him and leaning into him a little. “So, if I did decide to go through with this BOAB thing, what would you like to see?”

He reached out and picked up the rum, pouring three glasses, “In case we finish the rest of the bottle before George get’s home as far as what I would like to see, well. I think with how hot you are, we could take our time. Tease our audience. Start with some photos, tasteful nudes. Whet their appetite. But, if you are wondering where I would like to go, I think you could guess that.”

Abbey leant into him and kissed him softly on the lips, “Tell me.”

He shifted a little uncomfortably, and Abbey noticed his hard-on running down the leg of his pants. Slow she put her hand on it as he spoke. “Well, to say I wouldn’t love the opportunity to fuck you would be an understatement. I would love that opportunity. I would love to fuck you long and slow until you beg me to give you a child.”

Abbey was slowly stroking his cock as he continued. “I would love to see you looking into Frankie’s camera and begging for my friends and me to knock you up. I would love to hear you beg for children.”

“Children?” she asked him.

He nodded, “Oh yes, I hope you would want to come back after the first one.”

Abbey moaned and picked up her glass, downing the shot in one mouthful, “I should probably take it slow. I don’t want to get too drunk. I can get impulsive.”

He nodded, “You said that’s what happened yesterday,” he said.

“Yeah,” Abbey confessed, reaching over to a small container on the table and pulling out a blunt. “This didn’t help either,” she added.

Wayne smiled, “I’m not driving anywhere if you want to light it up, though. I do have to warn you, I can’t seem to cum when I’m smoking.”

Abbey picked up a lighter, “Let’s not tell George that part and see what he thinks.”