Tyrone calls back.

Before Abbey could call Tyrone back, her phone rang. “Hey, sorry, I might be a bit late,” Tyrone said.

Abbey hesitated, unsure how to respond, “Everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” came the response, “just found out one of my mates, well, his girl, broke up with him. I asked if he wanted to come round to knock up a big-titted white slut, and things kind of snowballed.”

Abbey heart caught in her throat, “What do you mean snowballed?”

“Well, my mate Ty, he was wondering if we could make a party out of it. No pressure, if you say no, no problem, I’ll still come round and shag you rotten. But he would love a night of just debauched shit, so if you are up for it?”

Abbey hesitated, “How many?” she heard herself asking without thinking.

“Six, well, maybe eight, no more than ten, I think,” Tyrone replied.

“No more than ten?” she asked in disbelief.

She almost heard the shrug over the phone, “Yeah, I reckon, though I suppose Ty could have told other people. Look, I haven’t given them your address, so if you say no, all good.”

Abbey was panting, “Ten black guys want to take turns fucking me?” she asked.

Tyrone laughed, “Yeah, my boy Tyson, he said he would love to see them white knockers rocking all night long. But I know your old man gets home in a few hours, so maybe we must keep it short.”

Abbey bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, “I think George would love to come home to find me being gang-banged by a bunch of black men, but if I say stop?” she left the question unfinished.

“Hey, Abbey, I have a good thing going here; if any of the boys step out of line, I will put them on their arse, and you won't have to see them ever again,” he said. “So, should I tell Ty yes?”

Abbey was panting as she responded, “I’m going to need to be entertained until they get here, so I don’t lose my nerve,” she said.

She heard Tyrone laugh, “I will be there in two minutes. I will let the guys know it’s a go while you are blowing me. Sound good?”

To Abbey it did sound good. To be blowing her neighbour as he invited his friends to fuck her. “I will check with George and let you know in a moment.”

She hung up the phone and called George. “Hey, over already?” he asked.

Abbey was feeling butterflies in her stomach as she answered, “No, I just got off the phone with Tyrone. His best friend just had a breakup with his girlfriend, and they want to gang-bang me as a way of getting over the breakup.”

She heard George moan, “So it’s not going to be one black man; it will be two?”

“Well,” she began, “Tyrone thinks it could be as many as ten.” She heard George grunt, “You ok?” she asked.

There was a moment's pause, “Yeah, I. Well, that was unexpected, and I am already really horny.”

“You almost came over the idea of me getting gang-banged by black men?” she asked. He groaned again. “And it being nothing more than me being used for their relief after a breakup?”

She heard him respond through clenched teeth, “Are you trying to make me cum in the office?”

Abbey shrugged, “Not trying, but if you did, I would know you wanted me to say yes.”

There was a long pause, “Will you still be busy in two hours?” he asked.

Abbey laughed, “Unless they are all two-minute men.”

“Do it.”

Abbey shuddered under the weight of his words. “You know you have just given your wife permission to be a stress relief tool for the local black guys?” she asked.

He moaned over the phone. “I can’t wait to see it,” he replied.

She nodded, “Ok, by the time you get home, I will be well fucked, feel free to join the fray, or sit and watch. But if I end up with carpet burns because of your fetish, you will be applying the lotion to my sores.”

George laughed, “And helping you nurse your child,” he said.

Abbey hung up the phone before she moaned and then phoned Tyrone back. “Make it a party as big as your friend Ty likes,” she said.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyrone replied, “Gonna have a blast tonight.”

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