Jasmine knows the deal.

As he was watching, Jasmine sat beside him. She was wearing a very provocative top. It hung around her neck and had some beading around the bottom, so the weight of it held it in place. There was no back at all. “So, they are talking about buying Abbey,” she said, her hand going straight to his crotch. “Do you want to sell your wife?”

George couldn’t help but moan at the question. “I couldn’t lose her,” he said.

Jasmine grabbed his crotch more firmly. “Well, what if you sold her, with the condition that when they were done with her, you have the first option of repurchasing her?”

George moaned again, “I feel like you have already had this conversation with your cousin.”

She smiled at him, “Not yet; I only just found out as I sat down that Abbey wants to sell herself. But let’s go through the scenario. You sell her to BOAB for, say $100,000 for one year. If they are not done with her yet, you get the same again, for year two, with a 25% surcharge.” Jasmine was rubbing his crotch with some **** as she spoke.

“When they are done with her, you will have the first option to repurchase her, at a cost of $50,000. But you won’t have an option of when they do. And, if you can’t afford it, they want to sell her. They will sell her on, and you will lose the opportunity to repurchase her.”

George groaned again, both in frustration and arousal. “You are suggesting I can sell my wife to them, they will own her for as long as they like, and I will get first option to repurchase her at a fixed fee?” he asked.

“Yep,” Jasmine said, still stroking his cock through his pants. “But, I know the boys and Frankie, and I think they would be agreeable.

“God, fuck, yes,” Abbey screamed on the phone, “I want George to sell me to you. I want you to own me and sell me on,” she screamed as she rode one of the boy’s cocks.

“For real, not just a story? And, if George doesn’t buy you back?” one asked.

Abbey was visibly aroused as she fucked Wayne, “Auction me off, sell me on, fuck, just own me and use me.” George shuddered at her words.

Jasmine smiled, “So, I’m thinking a new story. Husband sells wife to be gangbanged, not knowing if she will return. We can leave out the part where you will have the first option to repurchase her, and let the audience think you sold her for good.”

George was panting as he thought through everything, lust clouding his mind. “And If I wanted to sell her, no questions or guarantees?” he asked.

Jasmine smiled, “Sell her, as in for real and for good? Well, I don’t know. I guess we could talk to them about it.” George shuddered. He couldn’t believe he was even considering this. “But, what if it went like this? $100,000 to you, and for three months, you or Abbey can call it quits. But if you both don’t, they will pay you an extra $200,000 if you want first choice of repurchasing her or $400,000 to sell her with no reserve.”

George was panting in arousal, “I think we need some drinks to continue chatting like this.”

Jasmine nodded, “Of course, then we can watch more of this lovely live stream and chat some more, and when you are ready, we can go back up to my place. But there is one more clip you should look at.”

Jasmine loaded a video from earlier in the day and got up to get some drinks. “Welcome to the house,” Frankie said to Abbey. “We hope you will be staying here as of next week.”

Abbey hugged Frankie and then saw the four boys naked behind her. “Oh, well, I guess I get a test ride tonight. But I’m looking forward to this. To be used by you all, for you to make a video and publish it, letting everyone know what kind of slut I am.”

“And what kind of slut are you?” Luther asked.

“The kind that is very much looking forward to getting bred,” Abbey replied with a big smile.

George shuddered again. It all seemed so surreal and hot.

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