Bed.

They showered together, kissing and cuddling before heading to bed. George dreamt of Jasmine and Abbey together. Both were pregnant, Abbey not knowing who her child belonged to, and Jasmine being fairly sure the child was Georges.

He woke aroused, but Abbey was not in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen. She was wearing lingerie as the coffee machine finished spurting. “Morning dear,” she greeted him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen that set,” George said as he looked at the pink and white set. The bralette was a half cup leaving her dark nipples on show. Not that the white lace which comprised the rest of the cup would cover very much.

Abbey smiled. “Anthony got it for me. Aske me to wear it today if you agreed. That he would know what it means.”

George took a cup of coffee as he groaned. “You are really going to do it? Try and get pregnant by our black neighbour?”

Abbey laughed, “It takes more than a day for the pill to stop working, so think of today as practice. And while you fuck Jasmine e, I will be fucking Anthony. And tonight, Jasmine will be coming around here, and we have several surprises for you.”

“Several? George asked.

Abbey smiled, “Now you need to get dressed for work. Jasmine will probably already be there when you get there, and you don’t want to keep her waiting.” She kissed him passionately. “Oh, and Jasmine will be leaving work a little early today. I can’t wait for tonight, but you should probably stop for a drink on your way home. I don’t want you here any earlier than 6.”

George grunted in frustration, “You know I’m going to be thinking about sex all day? Right?”

Abbey laughed, “That’s part of the point, dear, but trust me, you will be satisfied. And while you are thinking about your wife and your neighbour, you will have Jasmine e. And tonight, you will have us both and a few other nice memories.”

“God, I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with both of you,” he reached around her and grabbed her arse, pulling her into a kiss.

When she pulled back, she pouted, “Well, you should try, cause if you don’t, then I will just end up with a black bun in the oven, won’t I?” She said as she reached down to stroke his shaft.

“God damn, you are a tease,” he accused her.

She smiled, “Not yet, but I will be today.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“You’ll see, now get to work. You don’t want to keep Jasmine waiting.”