George is horny

George woke early, thinking about the day before and what was to come that night. Abbey was lying on her stomach, and he rolled over and kissed her shoulders and back.

“Good morning,” she said softly.

“Good morning,” he said before returning to kissing her back.

“Are you trying to get me horny before my first day at work?” she asked.

George smiled, “I think you already are horny; you were moaning in your sleep.”

She laughed, “I did have some pleasant dreams, yes.”

George rolled onto her back, “Tell me about them?” he asked as he continued to kiss her back.

She sighed and moaned in one, “Well, in one. Aram got me to model for some teens who were finding a costume for their girlfriend for a party. They didn’t fuck me, but it got me so hot.”

George laughed. “But you were left frustrated?” he asked.

“Aram’s big cock helped,” she moaned. “In another, I was asked if I would be the entertainment at a Batchelor party. I knew what it meant and found the most slutty outfit I could for the groom and his groomsmen to fuck me in.”

“That sounds more like it,” George moaned. “What kind of outfit was it?”

“A sheer bra and brief set, with little gold highlights. The men didn’t notice; they just wanted me to dance before fucking me,” she said. “The groom wanted me to ride him in front of everyone, then the best man and father of the groom offered their cock’s to me to suck, and I just couldn’t resist.”

George continued to kiss her back as his cock nudged at her arse. “God, that sounds so sexy,” he said.

Abbey laughed, “You like the idea of me double-teaming a father and son duo?” she asked. He moaned a yes, “And the groom's brother?” she added.

“You can fuck them all,” he answered honestly.

Abbey laughed. “You know we have just spoken about strangers, but if word got about. How would you feel if your brother hired me?”

George shuddered and suddenly came, spraying her arse and back with his cum. She immediately rolled over. “Really?” she asked.

“The idea of the people in my life knowing my wife is such a slut, turns me on,” he said.

She smiled up at him as she kissed him. “Well, I guess you should leave my business card at your office?” he shuddered again, and she felt the warm splash of him cumming a second time. “Or, your church?” He moaned and humped against her. “What about other areas? Your gym? The pool?”

He moaned and shuddered, no longer cumming but obviously orgasming. “Oh, my?” Abbey whispered. “I guess I need to get my name out there. You know we have a neighbourhood newsletter I help produce, right?”

His back arched, and he shuddered again, a pitiful gout of cum spurting across her stomach. “Ohh, this is going to be so much fun,” she said. “I’m going to make an ad, letting everyone know that for $200, they can have me, no matter the circumstances, no matter the number. $200 a night.”

George’s eyes rolled back, “God, you would get so much business,” he said.

“That’s the idea. All the cock, you or I could wish for,” she admitted.

After a few moments of silence, he kissed her, “That sounds like an incredible fantasy,” he said.

Abbey giggled, “Fantasy?” she asked.

George eye went wide, “You mean you want to do it?”

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