Sweet surprises.

Jasmine left work about 4 o’clock, George closer to five. He did as his wife had bid and stopped off for a drink on the way home. But he downed it and left shortly after. He sent a message to Abbey and Jasmine to let them know he was on the way from the pub and drove home.

His heart was in his throat as he pulled into the garage. He got out and walked into the kitchen. Food had been started but not finished. A dim light was coming from the living room. Stepping into the living room, he had to stop and take a mental picture. Abbey and Jasmine sat on the couch in matching lingerie. A dark purple set that complimented Abbey’s pale skin and Jasmine’s dark. The cups were cut slightly differently but looked very similar. Abbey’s bra was more covering to hold up her larger breasts, Jasmine’s barely covered anything. “Oh wow,” he said.

They both looked up at him with a smile. “Hi honey,” Abbey said.

“Hi Boss,” Jasmine added. George shifted a little uncomfortably as he looked around the room.

There was more wine and chocolates, lit candles and petals on the ground and couch. It looked like it was the setting for a romantic night between him and his wife. But there was Jasmine here.

“Come into the kitchen,” Abbey said, “I will finish dinner while we chat about our days.” She stood with Jasmine following. Abbey took George’s hand as Jasmine brought the wine and several glasses. “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve asked Jasmine to stay the night.” Abbey said once they were in the kitchen. She grabbed an apron out, and George frowned. His wife never wore an apron. “I thought we could have a few drinks and see what comes of tonight, and if it goes well, she can stay in our bed, or if that’s too crowded, we have the spare.”

Abbey turned around, and George groaned, “Oh my God.” Her apron hung low, revealing a lot of cleavages written in block letters across it was the words ‘Breed, the chef!’

“Do you like it? Anthony asked me to wear it Sunday for his party while I’m cooking at the barbeque.” Abbey posed for a few moments as Jasmine put the wine and glasses down.

Jasmine then reached around to rub at George’s crotch. “Yep, he likes it.”

Abbey giggled, “I told Anthony it might be hard for me to do the cooking while men are trying to breed me. He said that was part of the fun. Sit down and tell me about your day, then I can tell you about mine.”

George took a seat at the kitchen table, and Jasmine beside him as Abbey set about finishing dinner while prancing about in her ‘Breed the chef!’ apron.

It felt surreal to George to be sitting in his kitchen with two beautiful women clad in matching lingerie talking about their days as if everything were normal. But he recounted the events of the day: the boring things and the more interesting things. Every once in a while, Jasmine would add something. Like when he was talking about Mr Kapolei, Jasmine smiled and added. “Yeah, he was suggesting it was fine if George fucked me, just to not get caught in the office, all the while I was trying to get him to cum.”

Abbey laughed, “That reminds me, Jasmine told me she smeared lipstick all over your cock. Can I see?”

George stood as Abbey put the food on the table and took off the apron. He stripped down and showed his wife the smear of Jasmine’s lipstick at the base of his cock. “Ohh, that is so sexy. I’m really glad we could start exploring all of this so quickly after talking.”

George nodded, “Well, you two should tell me about your day. I mean, I know a lot of Jasmine’s but not about what happened after she left work.”