“Well, I still have several more shirts to try out,” she said.

Anthony groaned, “You mean that?” he asked.

Abbey nodded, “George and I will need to chat about it, but yes, right now, I want to try out all the shirts you printed for me.”

Anthony moaned again, “And if I printed more?”

George smiled, “I guess that depends on what they say.”

Abbey smiled and George looked back at her quizzically. He hadn’t seen all the shirts she currently had.

Anthony was gently bouncing Abbey on his cock, the water swishing as he did so. “What about, ‘Gangbang slut’?” he asked.

Abbey moaned, and George’s smile widened. “I think you got your answer there,” he said. Before asking, “’Cum dump’ or maybe “Fuck me?”

Abbey shuddered and came over Anthony’s cock as her husband spoke about different shirts.

“Speaking of which,” Anthony said, “I really don’t know how long I am going to last in Abbey’s wonderful cunt. I hope you don’t mind me cumming in her?”

George groaned at his words, “Again, I think that is kind of up to her, but again I think that sounds hot.”

Abbey nodded her head towards George, “I want him to cum in me. How else does a slut fuck?” she asked, referencing her shirt.

Anthony laughed, “I can think of some ways. Starting with those other shirts.”

Abbey shuddered again, “Ooh, you are naughty, aren’t you?”

George frowned, “What is on these other shirts to get you so hot?” He asked his wife.

Abbey smiled as she continued to rock on Anthony’s cock. “Well, I asked him to put things on the shirt he would like to see me wear. So there is the one asking Anthony to fuck me,” George groaned. “But there are others as well.”

“I just can’t believe I am watching my big titted white wife fucking our black neighbour.” George confessed, “I never thought we would go here with our games.”

Abbey smiled again, “But you want to go further, don’t you?” She asked George, “You loved seeing the tattoo on my hip.” George groaned and nodded. “You want me to fuck black men more?” He nodded again. “Give myself to them, maybe get a spade tattoo for real?”

George pulled his hand away from his cock, “If you keep talking like that while I’m stroking my cock I’m going to cum.”

Abbey showed a big toothy grin, “Tell me George,” she purred, “In your wildest fantasy, what did you imagine? Just me like this?” she asked. George shook his head, “Getting gang banged?” George shook his head again.

“Come on, dear, while Anthony cums in your slutty wife, tell us your wildest fantasy, please?”