Head home.

As Abbey was getting ready to leave, she put the BBC only shirt back on and her jacket. As she was, Anthony asked. “Can I check where this is all going? I just don’t want to step over any line here.”

Abbey shrugged, “I don’t know where it’s going, if it’s too much for you, or if it’s frustrating, we can tone it back or stop. But right now, it is just a few games and play.”

“Right now?” Anthony asked.

Abbey smiled, “Yes, I hope that’s alright.”

He nodded, “Of course, and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you are a very sexy woman, so if you were interested,” he let the thought go.

Abbey smiled, “I will keep it in mind. Do you mind me telling George? Knowing that there was a real possibility might make us think more about where we want to take this.”

Anthony shrugged, “As long as he’s not going to come over here and hit me.”

Abbey nodded, “Tell you what, I will chat with George and see if he wants to take you up on your offer of a jacuzzi and drinks. If I come over here in one of these shirts, you have your answer. If I come over here in a skimpy bikini, then you have your answer.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows, “So if you come over here wearing a BBC only shirt, it means you and George want you to fuck me. But if you come over in a bikini, then it’s just play, and I get to check you out and photograph you naked?”

Abbey nodded. “That’s about the gist of it. I do hope to take you up on your jacuzzi offer soon. And I do want to see what these shirts look like when wet.” She winked at him.

Anthony laughed. “My door and jacuzzi is always open to you.”

Abbey kissed him on the cheek and pulled her jacket tighter so no one would see the words on her shirt before leaving with the bundle of remaining shirts and going home.

George was sitting in the living room chewing his nails as she stepped in. “You were there for a while, did you…” he stopped, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence. Abbey put the pile of shirts down on the coffee table, facedown to not ruin the surprise and pulled her jacket off. “Holy shit? Did you?” George asked.

Abbey smiled and reached under her skirt to pull her panties off, “Not yet,” she said.

She stepped over to George and straddled him, “Yet?” he asked.

“I think Anthony,” she kissed him. “Would love,” she kissed him again. “To fuck your wife.” George groaned. “But I thought we should discuss it more, a real discussion. Do you want your wife to be blacked by your neighbour? Or do you want to keep playing games?”

George groaned and reached around to grab her arse. He pulled her down, grinding his hard cock up against her through his jeans. “What do you think?” he asked.

Abbey smiled, “I think you are very hard from the thought of me fucking our neighbour. I think you are hard from the thought of him taking your wife and making her beg for his cock.” George groaned again. “Anthony has invited us around to have some drinks and use his hot tub tonight. Would you like to go?”

“Are you planning on fucking him in front of me?” George asked.

“I haven’t decided, but what do you think? Would you like to go over to his place tonight, me wearing just bikini bottoms and this shirt? Once it gets wet, your neighbour would be able to see my tits so clearly. And if anything happens, you would be able to see his hand on my tits clearly, too.”