A message from the neighbour.

The next morning was a Saturday, and the couple slept in. Tired from a long night of having sex and discussions about where they were going.

George was the first up and made coffee before bringing it back to bed. “I checked my phone while you were making coffee,” Abbey said. “Anthony has some shirts ready. He’s wondering if I want to pick them up today.”

George smiled, “I would, for one, would love to see you wearing another one of those shirts. Just the shirt while you ride me.”

“So I should offer to go over and pick them up? Maybe come home wearing one under a long coat?” Abbey teased.

Georges smile got bigger, “You planning on modelling a shirt for Anthony?”

“Maybe if you ask really nicely and promise to make it worth my while.” She leant forward and kissed him.

“Please model one of the shirts for him, and I promise when you get home, I will be so aroused I will fuck your brains out.”

Abbey laughed, “That’s if I haven’t already had my brains fucked out by Anthony once he sees me in the tight t-shirt with something written across it.”

“You don’t know what the shirt says?” George asked.

Abbey shook her head, “I asked Anthony to make some that he would like to see on a woman like me. I have no idea what they will say, or really, look like.”

George moaned at the thought that his wife had put all her trust into their neighbour. “Well, wear some nice panties, in case he wants to see you in just the shirt and panties.”

“You don’t seem concerned that he might want to fuck me?” Abbey said, smiling.

George smiled back, “Not at all.”

Abbey laughed, “Dirty man.”

She sent a message back to Anthony organising to come around about lunch before they had breakfast and a shower.

By midday, Abbey was dressed in a skirt and her current white t-shirt. George stopped and looked at her. “You are planning on wearing that shirt around to Anthony’s?”

She smiled, “I’m sure his shirts are going to say similar things and don’t you like the idea of me going to our neighbour's house wearing a ‘Slut 4 black cock’ shirt?”

George visibly shuddered at the thought. “Well, it is sexy. So if you don’t come home quickly, I will know what’s going on.”

Abbey laughed and pulled a jacket on before saying she loved him and leaving for next door.