Abbey researches some ideas.

Abbey didn’t have any work that day, so after George went to work, she started to test some ideas, research things online and read erotic fiction. She found several ideas that she liked and made a list for her to discuss with George when he got home.

In the list was an interesting dating app for married women, swinger parties, her earning some extra money escorting, local supplementary fuck (for when wives in the region weren’t interested in or up to pleasing their man, she would step in and do the job), sharing with friends, and making an OnlyFans where she could raffle off a fuck with a fan each month.

Wife swapping for a night or several. But there was also another wife-swapping style she saw that interested her. Instead of just being swapping for sex, it was a spousal swap. One spouse would swap with another and live out a period as if they were married. Taking on all the duties of the partner they swapped with. For example, she saw there was a spousal swap, and the wife of one man celebrated the anniversary of the man she moved in with, who was not her husband.

She spent the day going through as many options as she could find and waited for George to come home; all the while, she got more and more worked up.

When George got home, she was wearing sexy lingerie and pouring them both some wine. He stepped inside and saw her little red panties with a couple of pearls sewn around the hem. He knew those panties and bra; they were her crotchless set, and he moaned. “So, something has gotten you all hot?” he asked her as he walked up behind her.

She turned around at the last moment, and he looked at the bra, red half-cup, lacy, her nipples sitting just above the edge of the lace. “I figured, if we are going to play with some of these ideas, I want to be straddling you, feeling how your cock responds as we talk.”

George moaned again, “Well, that certainly does sound like a lot of fun,” he took a glass of wine from her with his left hand and wrapped her up in his right arm to kiss her. “I found some ideas as well. Should we share a joint?”

Abbey laughed, “You know I get impulsive when I smoke,” she said. “I think you just want me to agree to something straight off the bat?”

George smiled, “Maybe, but I get the feeling you are as interested in saying yes to something as I am?”

Abbey picked up her glass and led George to the living room, “Well, I suppose, whatever we decide, we can still rethink it when we are sober.”

George quickly grabbed the bottle of wine as he was gently pulled in the direction of their living room. Abbey and George liked watching porn on the couch sometimes, Abbey straddling him as they watched a couple on-screen fucking and screaming each other’s names.

Abbey put her wine on the little table behind the couch, a long wooden bar, before grabbing a joint and a lighted out of the decorative container on the coffee table. As she did, George quickly got undressed.