Aram goes further with Abbey

As Abbey felt Aram’s cock slide between her thighs, she watched Shirat lean into George’s ear to whisper something. He nodded eagerly, and she lay back on the couch. Abbey could feel the slickness of Aram’s cock, a result of her own arousal as he moistened himself on her dripping cunt lips.

Abbey watched in ecstasy as her husband leant forward and started to lick at the sexy assistant’s cunt. Shirat arched her back as George ate her out, moaning loudly as Aram leant into Abbey’s ear. “So, Barqarat, I think we should show your husband one more outfit before I take you before him and cum deep inside of you.”

Abbey panted and nodded and felt Aram’s hands helping to strip her as he continued to rub his cock along her slit.

As he pulled her skirt from her hips, Shirat reached over to the small table and picked up a piece of Turkish delight. She lay it in her modest cleavage beneath her top and moans to George a challenge. “Can you eat the delight without using your hands?” she asked.

George looked up and smiled, “I already am eating a delight,” he then noticed his naked wife with Aram’s cock protruding from between her legs. Slowly he crawled up Shirat’s body as Aram pulled out from between her legs and pulled down the chain-link outfit festooned with coins.

As with the day before, Aram helped Abbey into the garb, positioning her breasts and the straps on her legs, the whole time Abbey just watched George. His cock was between Shirat’s legs, his mouth trying its best to pull the top away from her breasts to get the Turkish delight in his mouth.

Just as he managed to succeed, leaving a trail of powdered sugar across Shirat’s breasts, Aram bent Abbey forward, holding her chain-link outfit as his leverage. He lined up with her cunt. “Now, Barqarat, you get to watch your husband take Shirat, while I take you,” he said loudly.

Geroge looked up to watch as Aram pushed forward. As he did, Shirat guided George’s cock to her own pussy and begged, “Please,” while pulling his head towards her’s.

Abbey moaned at the feel of Aram’s cock as it parted her lips and the sight of her husband pushing into Shirat as they shared the Turkish sweet. Any thought of protection for either of them was lost in the passion as Shirat moaned for more and Abbey’s coin covered top started to jingle with the motions of Aram’s fucking.

The chain link outfit felt tight across Abbey’s chest as Aram’s hand pulled on the back. She could feel her already aroused nipples being lightly pinched as they found their way between the links.

“Yes, Aram, fuck me,” Abbey moaned.

“You are my Barqarat,” Aram moaned, “you should come work for me.”

Abbey moaned more as George sped up inside of Shirat. “What does Barqarat mean?” she asked, panting.

Shirat laughed and moaned, “It means cow,” she said.

George shuddered at the pejorative as Aram said, “Your tits, Baqarat, they are large, like udders.”

Abbey moaned at again as he became more forceful. The links bit into her skin, and she came over his cock. As she did, Shirat pulled George close and whispered something to him, and he tensed. Abbey knew the tension in his body, the look on his face. George was cumming. Whatever she had said to him had set him off.

She didn’t have long to think about it as Aram announced his orgasm’s approach. “Now I fill you Barqarat with your husband’s blessing.”

She felt him cum, his heat filling her, as he pulled her upright. She felt his sweaty body against her back and the pulsing of his cock. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed, “Fucking yes, cum in me.” She shook as he kept cumming, filling her.

After several moments he stopped, and Abbey’s eyes refocused. Shirat and George were looking at her, both with big smiled on their face. She sheepishly replied with a smile of her own as Shirat said, “And now the cow has been bred.”

Abbey shuddered and watched George do the same.