The next day.

The rest of the night they spent together, they enjoyed a pleasant dinner and time together, talking about possibilities and what they thought would come of everything. Before the night was out they fucked twice more.

The next morning George brought Abbey her morning coffee and her little black book. “No tablet?” she asked.

He shook his head, “No, I want to embrace this all.”

She smiled back at him, “If you are giving me permission, you should be careful.”

He took a mouthful of his coffee, “You can’t be enough of a slut for me.”

He smiled, “I might take today easy, might not even get dressed, just let you think about me naked in bed.”

“You think you can keep you legs together for an entire day?” he teased.

She shook her head, “Maybe not, but we don’t have any deliveries today do we?”

George laughed, “I can order some flowers.”

“So someone else can pollinate your wife?” she asked laughing.

George shook his head. “You are terrible,” he said. “I love it.”

By the time George went to work, Abbey was just getting out of bed. She slipped on a baby doll with lace top, and her matching panties and robe before kissing him goodbye. “I’m glad you want me to be a slut, and I will try my hardest to make you proud.” As she said ‘hardest’ she gave his crotch a squeeze. George laughed, kissed her back and left for work.

It was only a few minutes before there was a knock at the door. Abbey wasn’t expecting anyone so thought it was a bit strange. She pulled the robe tighter, more out of habit than any worry about being exposed. “Mr Thompson?” she said to the short elderly man outside.

Mr Thompson was their neighbour from across the street, nosy and opinionated. “Morning Abbey I saw George just left for work and thought we should chat.” He took a breath as Abbey frowned, “I saw you yesterday with those delivery men.”

Abbey smiled, “You better come in.” She let him into the house, feeling a little humour in this as she thought she knew what was about to happen.

“Thank you dear,” he said walking past, “Now I don’t want to tell your husband, but he is a good man,” Mr Thompson said as he walked past her. “So I think we should come to some arrangement, if you don’t want him to know.”

Abbey guided him into the living room as she said, “Mr Thompson, are you trying to **** me?”

He shook his head, “There’s no need to think about it that way, but if you want to be so crude.”

Abbey shook her head. “And what do you want?”

He smiled, “The same thing those delivery men got yesterday.”

Abbey laughed as she dropped her outer robe, “Now Mr Thompson, here is the problem, I’m a slut, and George knows it. I told him all about my adventures yesterday.” Mr Thompson’s eyes bulged as he stared at her tits. “But I also promised my husband that I would continue to be a slut for him. So although I don’t like that you are trying to **** me,” she pealed her baby doll over her head letting him get a proper look at her naked tits, “you are going to get the chance to fuck me with your shrived old man cock.”

The old man was all but drooling over her figure as she slowly peeled her panties down. “You have to get undressed if you want to fuck me Mr Thompson.” Abbey was surprised at how quickly the old man managed to disrobe. She frowned, he was not an attractive man. “I hope you don’t mind, but I really feel like being taken doggy style,” she excused her disgust.

Mr Thompson laughed as he pulled his jock from his leg, “I thing that sounds more wonderful, to have you bent over taking my cock.”

Abbey turned her back on him and leant over the couch. She was a little surprised when she felt the old man’s face at her backside and yelped as his tongue ran along her slit. “Oh,” she moaned.

Mr Thompson too was moaning as he licked at her cunt, before long though he stood up and Abbey was ready for his cock.

“God you are one hot piece of arse,” he said as he rubbed his cock up and down her cunt lips preparing to fuck her.