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“I think we should go introduce ourselves,” Abbey said. “You can wait for the toys, and teasing you will make it all the better.”

George smiled, “Yeah, teasing me is all we are going to do.”

Abbey turned to face her husband, “Well, it’s not like we are going to go over there and have you say, ‘My wife has interracial fantasies do you want to fuck her brains out,’” she said sarcastically.

“We could, you know,” George said with a smile. “Should we bring a bottle of wine?”

Abbey laughed, “I think we should bring a box of extra-large condoms with the way you’ve been talking.”

George laughed back, “And if we had extra-large condoms, would you use them? Or would you want to feel the black cock squirt in you?”

Abbey shook her head, “We should stop this before we go over there, or I’m going to smell of arousal and be unable to control myself.”

George laughed again, “So you wouldn’t use a condom.”

Abbey slapped him on the shoulder before grabbing a bottle of red wine from the cupboard. She turned to come back, and George smiled, “You sure that’s the bottle you want to bring?" Abbey looked at the bottle and then blushed. It was part of their wine club. A range of wine which had taken off called ‘The Wife’. The bottle was called ‘delicate redhead.' Abbey raised an eyebrow at her husband, and he shrugged. “I just mean I think we still have a bottle of that ‘Flirty white.’”

“You want me to bring a bottle of ‘Flirty white wife’ to our black neighbour after the conversations we have had the last few days?” she asked. “Anyone might mistakenly think you want me to actually fuck the neighbour, and it not just be a fantasy.”

George laughed a little uncomfortably, “Well, I’m not saying tonight.”

Abbey stopped, “Oh my God, it’s more than just a game to you, isn’t it? You want to see me fucked by a big black cock?”

George shrugged, “I thought I made that pretty clear.”

“Oh my God, I thought it was all just a game, but you really want it?” George nodded, “And would my black lover be wearing a condom?”

George shook his head, “You’re on the pill,” he said casually.

She stepped closer, “Which is not 100% effective and is impeded by the consumption of ****.” She said as she held up the bottle.

George smiled, “So bring the flirty white as well?” he joked.