Crashing at home

By the time they got home Abbey was exhausted. She had felt erotic and self-conscious as they left the adult shop. A strangers cum dripping down the inside of her leg, smelling of sex as everyone stared at her. George and Abbey spoke little in the car, and Abbey noted she was starting to nod off.

As George pulled into the garage, Abbey said, “I think I need to go straight to bed.”

George smiled, “I noticed you were starting to nod off. You head to bed full of strangers cum. I’m going to pour myself a drink and think about tonight a little.” He kissed her softly. “I had fun tonight.”

Abbey smiled, “So did I. I can’t believe I fucked complete strangers through a wall.”

George beamed at her, “If you want to do it again, I’m willing.”

Abbey laughed weakly, “You just want to fuck my well-used pussy.”

George nodded, “Damn right, I do. It felt great.”

Abbey playfully slapped him on the shoulder before heading to bed. She stripped off at the door and lay down. She didn’t even have the blanket completely pulled over her before she fell asleep.

She woke to the smell of coffee and the gentle touch of George stroking her hair. “Hi,” he said, more cheery than she felt.

“Morning,” Abbey replied, noticing pains in her arms and legs from holding herself against the wall last night. “Oh God,” Abbey moaned, “last night I fucked multiple black men through a glory hole.”

George smiled, “And you loved it, and so did I.”

“I can’t believe I did that, but it was so hot,” she continued as the memories of last night came back. “God feeling you fuck that last guy’s cum into my pussy.” She sighed at the memory. She sat up to drink her coffee as they continued to chat. “So, what you said towards the end? About you not caring what fucks me?”

George blushed, “I think it’s hot thinking of you being a slut. I think it’s hotter thinking of you being a slut with some hideous monster or beast.”

Abbey smiled, “So the more slutty and debased I am, the better it is for you?” George nodded. “Alright, I will chat to Anthony today, see if he can set up a photo shoot where some monster tries to breed me.”

“Are you serious?” George asked.

Abbey nodded, “Of course, I will act more like I have been thoroughly shagged if I get thoroughly shagged. So I might ask Anthony to help with that as well.”

George groaned, “You are going to ask our neighbour to fuck you and take photo’s of you and make them look like there was a monster fucking you?”

Abbey nodded, “Call it an early birthday present. I will try and make you a little album of me getting fucked by some hideous beast. If you like it, then I know what to get you for many more birthday’s etc.”

“God, I love you,” George said.