Dinner time

George’s heart was in his throat as he finished preparing dinner. It didn’t take much and didn’t take long before Abbey came out of his office. The smile she had plastered across her face was remarkable.

“Well, that was an interesting experiment. Thank you for preparing dinner, dear,” she told him as she took a seat at the table.

George served the meal and took a seat opposite. “Are you sure about all this?” he asked her.

Her smile broadened, “Oh yes, and I gave you a chance to say no to things, you didn’t.” she took a mouthful of dinner, George still hadn’t even processed what it was they were eating. “In fact, you marked most of the stories as having content you desire.”

“Are you seriously considering everything in those stories?” he asked her in astonishment.

Abbey smiled, “We’ve been playing some of these games for a while, and it turns us both on. So why not? Just wait until after dinner.”

George groaned at her suggestion. “I have to say this is a surprise. I mean, I know you were getting into the games last night, but this is a bit of a jump.”

Abbey smiled again, “Well, you know how you didn’t confess to me some of these fantasies you’ve had over the years? I’ve had a few of my own, and we are lucky enough that they seem quite well aligned. Shame we weren’t more honest in the first place, or you could have had a slut bride.”

George dropped his fork, “Seriously? You would have been a slut bride for me?”

Abbey shrugged, “Maybe, maybe I would have left our reception just a little early and asked someone to join me upstairs, so when you came into the honeymoon sweet, I would have a cum filled cunt for you. To lap clean or fuck.”

George shuddered in his seat before clearing his throat, “So, how hungry are you?” he asked suggestively.

She smiled again. “If you are asking can we go straight to the bedroom and progress our games? I think that sounds lovely. Last chance to change anything in the list.” She licked her lips as she watched him thinking.

“No, I’m not changing anything,” he told her.

“Oh, goodie. Well, you head upstairs and strip and get on the bed and put on the blindfold. I will be there soon.”

George smiled, a blindfold. He wondered what surprises she had in store for him as he did as he was told. He stripped and climbed onto the bed, picking the blindfold up from the pillows before pulling it over his eyes. He lay down, his cock throbbing and excited. He didn’t know what to expect, but he was eager.