Masturbating and wondering

George masturbated to the picture of his sexy secretary multiple times that night, while wondering what she and Abbey were doing. He had sent both of them messages, one thanking them both, another enquiring as to what they were doing. But neither responded.

He went to bed around eleven, and soon after Abbey got home. She came straight upstairs, giggling and swaying slightly. She was drunk.

“Did you have fun?” George asked his wife.

Abbey turned, shocked, “I thought you would be asleep by now,” she said.

“How could I sleep with you out with Jasmine after you organised for her to strip naked and sit on my office desk to pose for my computer background?” he asked.

George laughed, “I thought you would like it, and I think you will like Jasmine,” she almost slurred.

“Wait, what did you find out?” he asked excitedly, his cock hardening at the thought.

Abbey pulled her dress over her head and pulled the covers off George. Slowly she crawled up his body before whispering. “That she tastes incredible.” George moaned and Abbey reached under her to pull his cock to her wet slit. “And she eats a mean pussy,” she moaned sinking onto his cock. “That she has never been with a white man, that she is kinky, likes bondage, likes games.” She was riding him as he reached up to squeeze her tits and listened to her story. “That her pierced nipple, is more sensitive than her non-pierced nipple. And that she has always fantasised about her dream wedding, to the point of already having bridal lingerie and a dress. Which looks incredible and oh so risqué.” She leant forward and kissed him. “And it will look great with the pearls you are going to buy her tomorrow.”

George couldn’t help but shudder, if he hadn’t masturbated so many times tonight he might have already cum. “I also found out that she has lots of interesting thoughts, and starting tomorrow, you are going to get an easter egg every day until easter.”

He moaned again, “You know I don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” he said.

She smiled at him, “I know, which is why they are all plaster, and exquisitely decorated. You can take any of them you want, but I really recommend the pearl-coloured one first. We thought it would be a nice little poetic note.”

“And what am I supposed to do with plaster eggs?” he asked, grabbing his wife’s waist in the process.

She giggled, “I’m not going to tell you,” she said. “And if you have any questions, I’m going to be too busy being fucked by the neighbour to help you, so you will have to ask Jasmine.” She rode him for several more moments before saying, “Don’t forget to tell me when you are going to cum; after all, Anthony can’t paint me with his child if you knock me up.”

He shuddered and immediately pushed her off him before he rolled onto her legs and came in several long gouts, coating the underside of her tits. She laughed as she watched him. “God, it’s so hot that you want to cover me in cum so Anthony can get me pregnant.”

Panting, George rolled back, “I can’t believe we are doing any of this,” he said.

“You know,” Abbey said, “You really should have introduced me to your preference of porn years ago. Who knows, when I was young and adventurous, I might have gone for everything you look up.”

George rolled over and looked at her, “Really?” he asked. But Abbey eyes had drifted closed. He smiled; she was drunk and doubted she meant what she said. He slowly got up and pulled the covers over her, but not before stopping to watch his cum slowly run down her side, knowing that Anthony’s would soon be inside her.

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