He confesses he doesn't have any.

“Come on. You have to have some limits. What if a guy asks to date me? Be his live-in sex ****?” she continued.

“Wait a minute,” George said, “We were talking about you not denying anyone the chance to fuck you, not that you would say yes to someone dating you or becoming someone’s sex ****. That is all you and your fantasies.” Even though George was not there, Abbey blushed in embarrassment. “Tell me honestly, if you could say yes without repercussions, would you like to be someone’s sex ****? Or date someone else?”

Abbey bit her lip, “Well,” she began, “it kind of is the natural progression of what we are currently doing.”

George laughed, “You think being someone’s sex **** is the natural progression from you just fucking around?” he asked.

“Well, I suppose not, no. But that is a line you have, yes?” she asked.

“Nope,” George retorted. “If someone wants to date you have fun. I just don’t want to lose you, same for a sex ****, or party favour, or gift to someone else.”

“Wait, what? Gift?” Abbey stammered.

Abbey laughed, “Yeah, you would make an awesome gift. Seriously, don’t you think that if I gave you to any of my friends as a birthday gift, they wouldn’t think it was the best gift they ever had been given?”

Abbey couldn’t help but moan again, “So you really don’t feel like you have any limits?”

“Nope, none,” he said.

“Wait, so if your brother told you he wanted to get your father a hooker for his birthday next week cause he hasn’t been with anyone since your mother died? You would offer me up?” she asked him.

George took a moment to think, “You know that actually isn’t a bad idea. At least if it were you, I would know he would get a really good fuck.”

“Wait, what?” Abbey asked.

“Well, how about you? What would you think if I wanted to give you to my dad as a gift?” he asked.

Abbey squeezed her legs together, “Are you serious?” she asked.

“Sure, why not? You and I want you to be slutty. As far as I know, Dad hasn’t been laid in five years, so it all makes sense,” he replied.

“It makes sense to give your wife to your father to fuck?” Abbey replied. Her voice came across as a little crackly, and she realised that she had given away her arousal.

“I know that husky voice. You are turned on,” George shot back.

“Shut up,” she said. “I got fucked only a few minutes ago.”

George laughed, “You weren’t husky when we first started talking. I don’t know if my brother, or my dad, would be in on that idea, but hey, I might have to see what I can organise.”

“You’re serious?” Abbey asked.

George laughed, “Yeah, why not? You seem aroused by the idea. Do you think it should be like a gift voucher? Or maybe you should just surprise him at his place wearing lingerie?”

“Why not just have me jump out of a cake with a sign around my neck saying “I’m your birthday present, bend me over the couch and fuck my arse.’” She shot back, laughing.

“I don’t know. That might be a lot to fit on a sign. How about ‘Free fuck’ written across your tits?” he returned.

“I can’t believe you are considering giving your wife to your father to fuck for his birthday,” she said back, emphasising the words wife and father.

She could hear the smile in George voice as he replied, “Not at all, I have considered. Now it’s just a matter of figuring out how. I will call my brother after this and see if he has any ideas.”

“You are incorrigible; I’m going to have a bath,” she said.

“I note you haven’t told me not to,” he said.

Abbey just hung up.

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