“To fulfil your darkest desire and give myself to him,” she said.

George moaned as he came in his wife’s used cunt. “Do it then, give yourself to him, let him fuck you.”

Abbey sighed in pleasure as she felt George cumming in her, “I’m sure he will want to do a lot more than just fuck me.”

She slowly stood up, and they both groaned at the withdrawal. Abbey turned and sauntered over to where her jacket lay on the ground and bent over at the waist. George watched the cum dribble from her cunt as she picked up her phone. As she turned, she saw George’s look and followed his gaze to the glaze dripping down her let. “What do you think? Is it his? Or yours?”

George moaned quietly as she walked back. He was still hard, and Abbey smiled. She knelt and licked George’s cock a long slow lick. “So you think I can tell your cum from his?” she asked and watched his cock bounce. “So, you want me to answer, Anthony?” She asked, holding up the phone with one hand while holding his cock with the other.

As he went to respond, she sucked his cock into her mouth. “Yes,” he grunted.

She pulled his cock out with a big pop and smiled, “Should I tell him I will wear his shirts?” she asked. George shuddered and nodded, “Sorry I didn’t hear that.”

“Yes,” he moaned as she sucked his cock again.

“What’s your favourite shirt? I can tell him I will wear that one first,” she lowered her head to his cock and pursed her lips just beneath his head.

“I don’t know,” he said in a long groan, watching her.

She lay down, resting her chin on his hard cock and pouted at him. “Are you sure?” she pleaded. “Not the slut for black cock?” she asked. She felt him throb and smiled. “No? BBC only?” George shuddered under her, and she smiled, “Ooh, close. Hmm,” she mused as she licked her lips, her tongue barely gracing his cock, “Black breeder?” George’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards, and Abbey giggled. “Oh, so close.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and slowly a grin grew across her face. “I know, Fuck me, Anthony,” she said in a raspy voice.

George’s cock throbbed, and he groaned as he came spurting up over his stomach as Abbey squealed, “Oh, I think we have a winner. I can let him know you want me to wear the ‘Fuck me Anthony’ shirt, just for you as I give myself to him.”

George was still writhing as his cock seeped more cum. “Do you really have a ‘Fuck me Anthony’ shirt?” he asked her.

Abbey smiled, “Yep, and it’s still mild compared to some of the others.”

George blushed, “Can you tell me what the others say?” he asked her.

Abbey crawled up his body and ground her crotch into his cum soaked stomach. “That would ruin the surprise. But I promise I will let you see each shirt as I prepare to follow the instructions written on it.”

George moaned again, “You have a “Gang bang slut’ shirt don’t you?”

“Ooh, I’m going to need to ask Anthony to get one of those printed for me. So,” she fiddled with her phone in her hand, “shall I tell him what shirt I will be wearing?”