Yes

"If you want to enjoy your work, I'm not going to argue," George said with a smile.

Abbey laughed, "You really want me to be half naked while bending over and cleaning?"

George looked at her and kissed her. "I think you would look great bent over cleaning as Anthony drills you from behind."

Abbey laughed and hugged George, "You are terrible. I am not going to let our neighbour fuck me while I am cleaning his house," she said with more confidence than she felt.

George laughed, "So if you weren't cleaning his house?"

She laughed, "You are terrible," she said.

He shrugged, "Maybe you could charge him for some premium services. Or others, you know, make a business of it. Half naked slut cleaner, willing to polish poles."

Abbey laughed, "And by premium services, you mean to let him, and others fuck me?"

George shrugged, "You can't say you wouldn't enjoy it."

Abbey couldn't help but smile, "I get a feeling you would enjoy our neighbour fucking me more than I would," she said.

George laughed, "That's possible, you know my fantasise, but I know you have similar ones."

"Are you really suggesting that I should fuck our neighbour and risk getting pregnant?" she challenged him.

He moaned quietly, "Who said anything about risking it?" he challenged back.

Abbey had to admit once he said it, her nipples hardened, and she moaned audibly. "You really think that I would whore out my womb?" she said in mock indignation.

He stepped closer and kissed her, "No, I think it turns you on to whore out your womb."

Abbey smiled sheepishly, "Maybe, but would you really be alright with your wife cleaning and getting fucked?"

George laughed, "I wish that while you were cleaning, I didn't have to be working so I could flog off thinking about you being such a slut."

Abbey playfully slapped him, "You shouldn't call your wife a slut."

"You are contemplating letting our neighbour fuck you hard and make you beg for his cum, right?" he challenged her.

She moaned quietly, "Still, you shouldn't call your wife a slut," she protested.

He leaned in to kiss her again, "If the shoe fits," he said.

She frowned back at him, "I don't think you are thinking about shoes fitting. I think you are thinking about our neighbour's cock fitting."

He smiled, "You know me too well. I think you should think about a more enticing outfit and try and get our neighbour to fuck you while you are cleaning. Come home with a dirty cunt, while his house is all clean."

She laughed, "You are terrible, and I am not promising anything."

"You also aren't saying no," he pointed out. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I could end up pregnant!" she exclaimed. George shuddered as he moaned, "Oh my God, that turns you on, me getting knocked up by the neighbour?"

He nodded, "Oh yes, you know my fantasy. So, what do you think? Some more revealing clothes and see if he takes the bait?"

"You are talking about me being the bait," she protested half-heartedly.

"And?" he asked.

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