The next day

George went to work the next morning to teases from Abbey. She asked him if he was going to be late home because he would be visiting a glory hole or if he would be bringing a black man home for her to fuck. She knew she wanted to spend the day teasing him, sending him suggestive messages the whole day. As she was kissing him goodbye at the door, she said, “I’ll try and not get knocked up today, dear, but no promises.”

George groaned at her words before he left, a slight gait in his step from an erection or swollen balls Abbey didn’t know. She giggled to herself after he left and went to make a coffee.

The machine had just finished where there was a knock at the door. Abbey opened it to see an attractive black man standing there. She recognised the next-door neighbour and blushed horribly.

“Hi, I’m Anthony. I live next door.” He said as he waved hello, “I thought, after last night, I might actually introduce myself.”

Abbey’s face grew more red as he spoke about last night. “Would you like a coffee?” she squeaked.

Soon they were seated at the table, and Abbey decided to address the elephant in the room. “About what you saw last night,” she began, “it’s just a bit of a game we play to spice things, I’m not actually,” she hesitated.

“You’re not actually a slut?” he said. “Sorry, I didn’t come over here expecting sex.” He produced a small envelope and slid it across the table. “Here, I’m an artist, and I have a wide range of various printers etc. I thought you might like this for you and your husband to play with.”

Abbey took the offered envelope and opened it up. Out of it, a couple of slips of paper fell out. “Temporary tattoos,” he said. “I use them sometimes for some of my photoshoots.”

Abbey looked over the tattoos. There was a queen of spades tattoo and a couple of lines of words and a few patterns. The words said ‘BBC only’ and ‘Black man’s cum dump,’ Abbey’s blush returned, redder than ever.

“I also have the ability to screen print, so I can make t-shirts like the one you were wearing last night,” he added.

Abbey cleared her throat, “So, what do you normally use these temporary tattoos for?” she asked.

Anthony smiled and pulled out his phone. After a few moments, he turned it around to show her a black and white nude photo of a woman, her entire body covered in leopard print.

“Oh wow, that is gorgeous.”

“Thanks, I have to admit, I kind of enjoyed what I saw last night, so I thought I would say thank you by helping you play more,” he told her. “I’m not expecting anything, but you let me know if you need anything else, and I will see what I can do. I might ask you to pay costs, but I won’t ever ask for pictures or anything like that.”

Abbey smiled, “But if I was to offer, I’m sure you would accept.”

Anthony looked sheepish and turned away slightly. “Well, I have to admit, it would be nice, and you are a very attractive woman.”

Abbey laughed, “Well, thank you, I’m sure my husband will enjoy these.” She said, indicating the tattoos. “And if I decide to get some photo’s done, I know a good artist who lives nearby too.”

Anthony nodded, “Give me a few days to unpack. My studio room is storage right now.”

“But you happened to have already unpacked your printer for making temporary tattoos?” she asked.

“Umm, no. I kind of couldn’t sleep last night, so I went and found it,” he confessed.

They spent the next hour chatting over coffee before exchanging contact details. Abbey promised to let him know how George liked the tattoos and that she would let him know if he could help in any way.