Skip to the following day.

Jasmine and George spent hours together that night, curled in each other’s embrace, making love and fucking. The following day George woke to hear singing coming from the kitchen. He quickly got up and went down to see Jasmine wearing a lacy red slip, making breakfast and coffee.

“Morning lover, or maybe fiancé?” she said.

George moaned, “Wow,” he said, looking at her, “You know you have an incredible voice.”

Jasmine laughed, “Bacon, eggs, coffee, and some weed if you want to smoke before we head around the corner?”

“You meant everything you said last night?” he asked her.

“You mean about you being able to fuck my arse and the threesome, sure,” she giggled.

“No, I mean,” he didn’t get to finish.

“I know what you meant, and yes. I want to try being your wife while Abbey is owned and bred,” she said as she served up the food. “Also,” she pointed with the spatula at the TV.

George turned around to see Abbey on screen in the living room. Wayne was behind her, obviously fucking her arse, and Luther was in front of her. “Well, they started early, didn’t they?”

Jasmine shrugged, “It’s possible they didn’t finish; I mean, those boys fuck a lot.”

It was apparent they had been at it for a while as the sweat was clearly visible on all their bodies. As George sat down and Jasmine sat beside him he turned the sound on.

“You happy being owned by us, literally owned?” Wayne was saying.

“God yes, Master, it feels so, right,” Abbey screamed.

Wayne smacked her hip, “You don’t get to call me Master; you aren’t our ****; you’re our property.”

The choked groan that came out of Abbey throat was one of an intense orgasm, “Oh God, I’m just your thing.”

Luther shoved deeply into her and tensed, and Wayne followed moments later. “Oh yes, use me, fill me up, fuck,” Abbey screamed.

“They are going to treat her like an object,” Jasmine said reaching for George crotch. Finding him hard as a rock, she added, “I’m glad you like that idea; she obviously does.”

As the boys finished cumming inside Abbey, they both stepped away, and Abbey’s legs crumpled out from under her. She lay on the tiles for several moments as the boy’s high fived and left.

“We have a couple of hours before we need to be there, wanna fuck my arse?” Jasmine asked.

George smiled, “What if we went shopping instead?” he asked her.

Jasmine beamed, “You mean it? Buy me an engagement ring, and I can show it off to Abbey when we go over?”

George nodded, “She’s been teasing me with the idea I might lose her; now it’s my turn.”

If you want to support me and see me write more, please visit http://patreon.com/Dearborne_Erotic_Literature