George gets home.

“Hi Abbey,” George said as he stepped in the door that afternoon.

Abbey skipped towards him and threw herself at him, kissing him deeply. She was wearing the lingerie Anthony had bought for her to clean in.

George looked her up and down after the kiss and said, “Wow, that is sexy. Did you have fun cleaning in that?”

Abbey smiled, “I did. I cleaned, and then I stroked his cock until he sprayed all over the coffee table, and then I licked that clean before leaving.”

George’s eyes were wide as she told him what she had done. “You didn’t?”

Abbey smiled and nodded, “Yep, one big load over his glass coffee table and I licked it all clean. His cum tastes great. I will need to ask him what his trick is cause I could just drink it.” Abbey reached down and groped George’s crotch. “I’m wet, horny and could use a cock in me,” she purred. “Care to help? Or should I go next door?”

George wrapped his arms around Abbey and picked her up. His hands cupping her tight arse. He carried her to the kitchen table as he kissed her before placing her there. Abbey’s hands were already working with his shirt, and he put her down and shortly after, they started on his pants.

“Tell me everything,” George begged as he pulled Abbey’s panties to the side.

She moaned as he pushed into her and bit down on his shoulder. “You have no idea how horny I’ve been all afternoon. How hard it was not to go back over there and beg him to fuck me.”

“Why didn’t you?” George asked as he started to slide in and out of her depths.

“I was worried I crossed a line when I stroked him off and licked up his cum,” she panted.

George moaned, “Only a line I wanted you to cross. You know he will expect the same next week?”

Abbey nodded, “He’s going to have a new uniform for me next week. I hope it hasn’t got panties.”

George shuddered, “You want him to fuck you?”

Now it was Abbey’s turn to moan, “If he did, there wouldn’t be a mess for me to clean up like there was today. It would all be inside me.”

“God, damn. Do you like whoring yourself out?” George was really going at it by now, his sentence broken up by each thrust.

“Yes. Yes.” Abbey screamed as her fingers clawed at George’s back. “I like being a slutty cleaner and fucking pleasing our black neighbour.”

George pushed into her one more time and held himself there as she came over him, and he filled his wife. After a few moments, George asked, “So was that just another story?”

Abbey shook her head, “No, I really was dressed this way, really did stroke him off and really did lick his cum up off the coffee table.”

George groaned. “And next week?”