“The last day and a half have been the most erotic in my life,” George replied

“I’m glad to hear it,” Abbey said, still riding her husband. “I’m enjoying it as well. I can’t wait till tomorrow night when Jasmine come over here, and I am going around to see Anthony again tomorrow.”

George moaned and bucked up into his wife. “Should I tell him we agree? That I will dispose of my pills?”

George was so sensitive that every motion had him on the edge. “Are you sure, Abbey?” he asked.

“I’m sure you are enjoying it, and if he has a friend over, maybe, I will get double-teamed before coming home to watch you fuck your secretary.” George shuddered, and his cock pulsed, but he had no cum remaining. “Oh, will she still be your secretary? After all, you finish your current job tomorrow. So by the time you get home, you will no longer be her boss.” She leant forward and kissed him again. “That reminds me, you need to be at work early tomorrow. There is something Jasmine has always wanted to do and now’s the perfect opportunity.”

“And what’s that?” George asked.

Abbey smiled, “It’s another surprise. But I want you eager and horny and swollen. So make sure all day tomorrow you keep in mind that your new neighbour has the hots for your wife and will be doing his best to breed her.”

“Fuck, you are going to kill me with this,” he complained.

Abbey smiled again, “You don’t know the half of it. Anthony said he thinks I would look hot with some nipple rings. Would you like your neighbour to pierce your wife’s nipples?”

“God, damn, when did you become such a slut?” George asked.

Abbey laughed, “Not yet, but going down that path, and I think we are both going to enjoy it. I promise, any day that I am going to be being a true slut, we will make sure Jasmine comes over here so you can find some release.”

George cocked an eyebrow, “A true slut?” he asked.

“Anthony wants to share me with his friends, have me host parties, and I don’t think I will be serving drinks. He’s willing to pay a small amount. I’m not sure if I am going to accept it and be a hooker or say no and just let him and his friends fuck me for free.”

George grabbed his wife’s breasts, kneading them as he started to push up into her. He couldn’t cum, but wanted her to. “You could always use the money to buy more lingerie?” he suggested.

“Ooh,” she moaned, leaning forward. “And maternity wear.”

George saw stars as he came and felt Abbey’s snatch clamp down on him tightly. His back arched, and he shuddered through a long orgasm.

After several minutes Abbey asked.