“The thought had crossed my mind,” she said.

“It makes it more naughty,” she added.

“It makes you my slut wife,” George replied.

Abbey giggled, “I suppose it might at that. Are you alright with having a slut wife?”

She heard him laugh, “Right now, it is taking all my self-control to not rub one out here in the office.”

“Really?” she asked excitedly. “It gets you so hot thinking about me taking our neighbour’s cock bare that you can hardly resist stroking yourself while you are at work?” She heard him groan in discomfort. “I promise I will ask him if you can watch when you get home, and if so, you can stroke your cock all you like while watching our neighbour making me beg for his cum.”

“Beg for his child,” George said.

Abbey moaned, “Maybe I will. Would that turn you on more?”

“You know it would.”

She laughed again, “So, if I were riding his hard black cock when you got home, begging for him to give me his bastard child, you would be happy?”

She heard him shifting, “Well, it would be a start,” he said.

“Oh, a start, and what would make you happy?” she asked.

She could hear the tension in his voice as he replied, “Maybe coming home to find you fucking half a dozen black me, begging to not know who is the father of the child.”

Abbey moaned, “That sounds hot, but our neighbour is only one person. I guess he might need to invite some of his friends to make that happen. Maybe if I enjoy this afternoon I will ask him to set up a party.”

“It can be at our place if you like,” he said. “Give me a good chance to watch you fucked every which way.”

“In the bed, on the kitchen table, in the shower, in the pool, all of it risking getting pregnant?” she continued to tease.

He groaned again, “Are you really going to do this?” he asked.

Abbey smiled to herself, “You will just have to wait and see.” And with that, she hung up.

Now what to do, she thought to herself.