Abbey is 'wearing' just the pearls.

When George got home, he called out to Abbey. "In the living room," she said.

He stepped round the corner to see the naked back of his wife as she was sitting on the couch. "I'm taking a picture for Anthony, and he wanted to see me just wearing the pearls," she said.

George laughed. "Your hair is tied up, and I don't see the clasp. Did you forget the pearls?" he asked.

Abbey slowly stood up and turned around, "No," she said. As she turned around George saw about half the length of pearls hanging between her legs, the other half shoved up her snatch. "Want to help me remove them?" she asked.

George groaned as she put one foot on the couch's armrest. He knelt in front of her and slowly started to ease the string of pearls from her cunt. She moaned as he did, shuddering. "God, they feel better coming out than going in."

"Did you take a picture of you, naked, with pearls hanging out of you and send it to Anthony?" he asked.

Abbey nodded, "Yep, it was Jasmine's idea." She took the string of pearls from him and slung them around her neck, dripping with her own arousal. "And that reminds me, I spoke to Jasmine and have put a string of pearls on hold for her. You can pick them up tomorrow morning on your way to work." She kissed him, "Now, though, I need to get dressed. I'm going out to help Jasmine with her eggs."

George blinked, "You have put some pearls on hold for me to buy for my secretary and now are helping her with her easter eggs? What does that mean?" he asked.

Abbey laughed, "You will find out tomorrow. In the meantime, there's a microwave dinner for you, and if you don't mind, I might uber it. I feel like a couple of drinks."

George shrugged, "Of course, but Jasmine said last time you were drinking together, she let something slip."

Abbey 's smile widened, "Yep, and I hope to get some more details out of her tonight."

"What did she say?" he asked.

"She said she thought you were hunky. I couldn't believe she used that word and that if you weren't her boss, she probably would have already jumped you. Then she realised she was talking to your wife and apologised. But, now," she shrugged.

George was stunned, "Jasmine, my twenty-four-year-old secretary wants to fuck me?" he asked.

"Don't be so surprised, and enjoy it when it happens. Don't push things. Just let it happen. I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. Oh, and Anthony has asked me to come round to his tomorrow and bring the pearls; he wants to do a trial sketch, and I'm hoping he wants to practice more than just art."

A few minutes later saw Abbey dressed. She kissed him goodnight and went to the door. "Oh, and there is one last little present for you on your computer," she said, leaving.

George frowned and almost ran into his home office. There was nothing new on the desk, keyboard or monitor. Quickly he brought the computer out of sleep mode. There he saw his wife had changed his background. A pert pair of ebony tits covered the screen. One nipple had a little hoop through it, it was a little pixelated, but he already guessed whose they were.

He went into the settings to see where the picture was filed and noticed it was set to fill the screen. He changed the setting to fit screen. He moaned as he saw. There was his secretary, completely naked, sitting gracefully on his office desk. His desk calendar showed today's date. Covering her crotch was a sheet of paper, held by two hands, her arms pushing her tit's together. 'Thank your wife' was scrawled across the paper in thick black text. Then in the bottom right of the sheet was what looked to be a drawing of an eggplant. "Oh God," George moaned.