Abbey jumps George

As soon as Wayne was out the door, Abbey turned on George. She pushed him back against the wall and started to kiss him passionately. “God, that was so fucking hot,” she said. George moaned in agreement as he groped his wife’s breasts. “I can’t believe how excited you got thinking he could knock me up.”

“He and his friends are going to knock you up,” George said.

Abbey moaned, “You sure?” she asked.

George nodded, “I don’t think I have ever been more aroused in my life. So I would love you to be black-owned and bred.”

Abbey giggled, “Well, if that’s settled, the only other question is, what can we do? I mean, you don’t want to spoil it by getting me pregnant, do you? And, my cunny is tender after Wayne’s big cock.” She bit her lip innocently, “I guess you will just have to be satisfied with my mouth, tits and arse.”

George moaned, he loved Abbey’s round butt, but she wasn’t really into anal. “Maybe I can fuck your arse while you tell me how it felt to have Wayne fuck you?”

Abbey moaned, “I think that sounds like a very nice plan. I will meet you in the bedroom in a moment.”

George almost ran to the bedroom, removing the last of his clothes as he went. He grabbed the lube from the side drawer and eagerly awaited Abbey to come in. A few minutes passed before she came in. George groaned again; she had crudely drawn a spade on her tit with a black marker. “You don’t mind me being owned?” she asked, taking the lube from him and popping the top.

As George said no, she slowly squeezed some onto the head of his cock and rubbed it over his length. Then she straddled him, and she positioned his cock at her arsehole and gently pushed down onto him. “Are you sure?” she asked again.

George arched and pushed his hips upward, feeling his cock head push into her sphincter. “I think you will be so sexy riding me like this, eight months pregnant.”

She moaned as she slowly worked his cock into her arsehole. “When Wayne first got here, I wasn’t planning on fucking him tonight. But I’m so glad I did.” She told her husband as she started to ride him. Her arse was tight and warm, and George squeezed her breasts as she rocked on top of him. “When he told me he can’t cum if he has smoked pot, I almost didn’t pull the joint out.”

George groaned, “God, you were going to try and get bred tonight?”

Abbey shuddered, and George reached a hand down to her cunt, sliding his thumb into her pussy as his index finger played with her clit. “Yes,” she said, “but I think I prefer the idea of the whole crew trying to breed me.”

George laughed, “Maybe you should tell them that whoever gets you pregnant gets you to themselves for a week,” he said.

Abbey moaned, “No, I don’t know if I can be a one-woman whore anymore, I think you have unleashed something in me. I need this.” She shuddered on his thumb as George almost came over his wife, calling herself a whore.

“I suppose you will be a whore. You will be getting paid for fucking the boys in the house,” he told her.

She came squirting over his hand, “Fuck, God,” she yelled.

George felt himself throb as her sucking arse took him over the edge. He groaned as he unloaded into her, shuddering at the nature of their chat and how sexy he found his wife in this very second.

After several moments Abbey said, “I’m not the only one who likes me being a whore,” she said.

George shrugged awkwardly from the bed, “Not at all, and if I get to fuck you in the arse more, I think I came out on top.”

She gave him a playful tap on the chest, “You know I prefer to be on top when you are in my arse. But I suppose, if you can’t fuck my pussy, I will let you be on top next time.”

George groaned, their games had gone from simply bed talk to full-on adultery in only a day, and he was loving it.