George is surprised.

George stepped into the house from the garage. Abbey had already guessed that was where he would enter from and so had moved Wayne and herself to the single armchair opposite.

She was sitting on Wayne’s lap, wearing only the white teddy. Her large bust spilled out the top as Wayne kissed the back of her neck and his hands caressed her bust. Abbey dropped his briefcase. “Holy shit.”

Abbey looked up at him and smiled, “This is Wayne. He’s one of the BOAB boys,” she introduced the topless black man under her.

“I would get up and shake your hand, but mine is a little full right now,” Wayne joked.

Abbey was grinding her cunt against Wayne’s leg, right on top of his hard-on. “So, I promise you. He hasn’t fucked me yet.”

George, as if on autopilot sat in the couch opposite. As he saw the half-empty bottle of rum and the remains of a joint, he poured three glasses. “Oh, I don’t know if I should drink or smoke anymore,” Abbey said. “I’m already tipsy and high, and you know what that combination does to me.” George handed two shots across the table. “Are you sure?” she asked.

George nodded, “I’ll get another joint,” George said with a smile before downing his shot and getting up.

He only had his back turned for a moment, but when he turned back, he saw his wife had discarded her teddy and, resting in her pale cleavage, was the dark shot of rum. Wayne leant forwards and wrapped his lips around the glass to pull it free and down it.

George moaned at the sight. As Abbey stood up, she fiddled with Wayne’s fly and freed his hard cock. He had been hard for more than an hour, and he gasped at the freedom from confinement.

Abbey very slowly sat in his lap, his black cock poking up between her legs and rubbing against her cunt. George lit the joint and took a drag before handing it over to the small coffee table. “So,” Wayne began as he took the joint. “Is this what you were expecting? Is it what you were hoping for?”

George laughed, “Neither. I was expecting Abbey to tease me with the game a lot more before anything like this.”

Abbey bit her lip, “And what were you hoping for?” she asked him.

George poured another set of shots and downed his as Abbey took a drag of the joint from Wayne’s fingers. “I was hoping to come home to find Abbey bouncing on your cock, begging for you to cum in her.”

Abbey slid up and down on Wayne’s cock as she handed the joint back, “But wouldn’t you want to see the whole event?” she asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, but you seem to be acting like this will be a one-off.”

Abbey moaned, “You don’t think it will be a one-off?” she asked him.

He shook his head, “There’s only one man here and no cameras, so I think there will be more.”

Wayne’s hands reached around to grab Abbey bare tits, his dark skin kneading her mounds. “You really want me to be a black cock slut don’t you?” Abbey asked.

George took a drag of the joint and moved to pour three more shots. Wayne shook his head, “No more for me, man. I don’t want to end up with liquor dick and not be able to perform.” It was a true statement, though he hoped George would take it as a suggestion he wouldn’t be able to cum. To be fair, he wouldn’t, he’d already smoked too much to be able to cum.

“Well, I guess it’s just the missus and me,” George said, pouring two shots.

He handed one to Abbey who smiled, “You know when he says perform that….”

George nodded again, “That if he drinks any more, he won’t be able to give you the black bastard you are going to be begging for.”