Revealing the shirt.

Abbey and George knocked on Anthony’s door around four that afternoon. He opened it a short while later. He was only wearing speedos and greeting Abbey with a big hug. “Welcome. And you must be George.” He held his hand out to George who took it and shook it amiably.

“Thanks for inviting us around to use partake of your spa,” George said.

Anthony smiled, “We’re neighbours. If we can’t share, what does that make us?” Anthony asked, looking towards Abbey.

Abbey blushed as George said, “We brought wine,” he handed over the bottle.

Anthony took a glance and smiled, “I guess I should grab some glasses to share this ‘Slut white wife’. Come in.”

He stepped away from the door, and the couple entered. Abbey, having been here before, immediately took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack. As she turned around, George said. “Oh wow.”

Anthony looked back as he said, “What?” and looked at Abbey. Stretched across her chest were the words ‘Slut’. “Well, I was wondering where tonight was going.” George cleared his throat as Anthony poured some glasses of wine. “Shall we?” he asked.

The trio moved out the back to the spa and settled in. It took no time for Abbey’s shirt to become almost transparent except for the big black letters emblazoned across her chest asking Anthony to fuck her. After a few moments of looking at her, Anthony tried the wine, “Hmm, tasty wife you have here.”

George smiled. “Thanks, I’ve always enjoyed it.”

Abbey blushed, and Anthony laughed. “So Abbey told me you are both more liberal?”

George scoffed, “Sorry, but no Trump was an arsehole.”

Anthony laughed again. “Not what I meant, but happy to hear it. I meant,” He pulled Abbey a little closer, “that you are more liberal.”

George smiled, “Ahh.”

Abbey leant against Anthony, “Well, we are going that direction.”

Anthony smiled. “I think this shirt looks perfect on her.”

George smiled back, raising his glass, “I have to agree, it’s very sexy,” he was staring as Anthony’s hand held her waist just under the water.

“Here,” Anthony said, putting his wine down and pulling her onto his lap. “Is this more comfortable?”

Abbey blushed again and looked straight at George. “I wouldn’t call it more comfortable, no.”

Anthony laughed, his hands slowly reaching under her shirt, “Can I make you more comfortable?” George watched as his black hand reached under the white shirt, his skin tone clearly visible under the wet white fabric. “You can get more comfortable too if you like?”