Laundry

"So, where are you cleaning first?" Anthony asked. "So I can stay out of your way."

Abbey stepped closer to her neighbour. "You don't have to stay away, I'm sure you will enjoy watching me as I clean." As she spoke, she slid her hands into the towel wrapped around Anthony's waist. "I was thinking I should start with the laundry," she said, slowly pulling at the towel, "You know, towels and bedding."

Anthony didn't stop her as she pulled the towel away from him. "Oh my," she said as she revealed his form. Clean shaven and half hard, his cock and balls bobbed in front of her.

Anthony smiled, "And here I thought I was paying you for a show," he said.

Abbey bit her lip, "Do you mind?" she asked him.

"Not at all. I prefer to be naked," he told her as he grabbed her shoulders gently.

She looked down again, "I don't have a problem with that," she said as she felt him pull her closer. She was panting as he pulled her closer and pressed his dark lips to hers.

She moaned and dropped the towel. After a few moments, she gently pulled back. "I hope that was alright?" Anthony said.

Abbey quickly dropped down to pick up the towel and paused as it brought her face to face with Anthony's hardening cock. "Umm, well," she fumbled while just staring at his meat. It was dark and pleasantly sized. "George told me to have fun, and whatever I was comfortable with, he was comfortable with." Slowly she stood up, brushing the back of her hand along his cock as she did.

Anthony sighed in pleasure as she did. "Your husband told me the same thing, that whatever you were comfortable with, he was fine with."

Abbey heart was pounding, and she blushed, "I should," she stammered, "I should get the other towels and strip the bed." She said as she walked past him and headed towards the bedroom.

Anthony followed along and watched as she entered his bedroom. Abbey looked over her shoulder to see him in the doorway and smiled. Then she very slowly bent over at the waist, her pussy lips visibly glistening with arousal. "Well, this is a sight," Anthony said, watching her but wiggling as she pulled the sheets free.

"Wait till you see me doing the dishes," she told him.

"I do have a dishwasher, you know?" He laughed from the doorway.

She turned around to see him leaning on the doorframe; his cock was harder and bigger, gently bobbing with the pace of his heart. She licked her lips, "I know, but wouldn't you like to see me there washing dishes as my arse sways?"

He laughed, "I do have some work I need to do, but I will catch up with you." He took one more long look at her before he turned and walked away.

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