Home with decisions to be made

As the couple prepared to head home, Abbey realised her tight shirts were too uncomfortable to put on while wet. George offered to get her some fresh clothes from home next door, but she shook it off. “Don’t worry. I’ll just wear my jacket back.” She said as she pulled the jacket on.

Anthony and George both stared, “What?” Abbey asked.

Gorge indicated Anthony should respond. “Well, it’s just, that coat is very sexy on you. But shows a lot of tit.”

Abbey laughed, “I’m just going next door,” she protested.

George smiled, “I’ve got no problem with it, though if we run into anyone else from the neighbourhood, they are clearly going to see the tattoo on your tit.”

Abbey smiled, “Wouldn’t be the first neighbour seeing that.”

All three of them laughed. Anthony gave Abbey a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. “Thanks for the great night,” he held his hand out to George. “Both of you.”

George stepped closer and grabbed Anthony in a hug. “You just fucked my wife. I think we are past the handshake stage,” he said.

Anthony returned the hug and gave him a pat on the back. “You two let me know how the conversation goes, and no hard feelings if all this stops. I still think you two are pretty cool and would like to get to know you both better.”

“Well, I want it to continue,” George said with a big smile, “just depends on how.”

They finished their goodbyes before leaving for home with Abbey carrying her wet shirt and bikini bottom.

Once inside the house, George pushed Abbey against the wall and started to unbutton her jacket. “How was your first black cock?” he asked between kisses.

Abbey moaned, “Incredible, and so much more erotic with you being there.” She said as she pulled George’s shirt over his head and started undoing his pants. “We need to talk. Do you want me to ride you while we do? So you can feel my cunt?”

George nodded, and Abbey took his hand to guide him to the couch. She pushed him into place, and George landed roughly before Abbey straddled him. She guided his cock to her slit and moaned as he parted her. “God George, you just watched your wife be fucked like a slut,” she moaned.

George moaned at the feel of her pussy, silky smooth, warm and wet. “Yeah, I did.”

Abbey slowly rode him, being gentle to make sure he wouldn’t cum straight away. “Did you mean what you said? That you want me to give myself to Anthony, however, he wants?”

George moaned as he grabbed Abbey’s tits, squeezing them firmly. “I meant that it is one of my darkest fantasies, whether to do it.” He didn’t finish the sentence.

Abbey moaned, “So you want me to keep fucking Anthony?” she asked.

George nodded, “Yeah, it just depends on when and how.”

“You want to be there?” she asked him.

He shook his head, “I don’t have to be. I would like to sometimes, but if you fuck him while I’m at work, that’s fine.”

She leant forward and whispered into his ear, “He wants to breed me, you know?” George shuddered, and Abbey felt him cum. She squealed in glee, “I knew you’d like hearing that.”

George nodded, “I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t want to, you are so fuckable, and you know making you pregnant is something I want to do one day.”

Abbey smiled while still rocking on his cock, “Oh, Anthony doesn’t want to make me pregnant. He wants to breed me.” George sighed at her words. “He even has a shirt printed which says ‘Black breeder’ on it.”

George groaned again as she continued to ride him. “Is that what you want?” he asked her.

Abbey moaned, “I don’t know, personifying those shirts is so hot.”

“And what if he got you one which said, ‘Gang bang whore’?” he asked.

Abbey smiled, “He has one which says ‘Cum dump’, so I think it’s on his list.” George shuddered. “George,” Abbey started, “can I? Can I tell him I will wear his shirts and follow the instruction on his shirts?”

George moaned, “Including the ‘Black breeder’ one?” he asked her.

Abbey bit her lip, “There are others, more specific.”