A fun time and fun admissions.

Abbey knocked on the door full of butterflies. She had gotten changed into her ‘Slut for BBC’ shirt, which she had tied to reveal her belly and a low hipped skirt. It let just the top of her temporary tattoo be visible. She had chosen not to wear any panties and, on impulse, didn’t even wear a jacket.

As she walked over, she saw one of her more elderly neighbours and blushed. He was staring but didn’t wave or engage with her.

She knocked on the door, and after a few moments, Anthony opened it. He was only wearing jeans, and Abbey took a moment to appreciate his physique. “I wasn’t expecting you over here so soon, nor to be wearing that.”

He stepped away from the door and Abbey entered. As she did, his phone buzzed. Abbey quickly checked the message. ‘Flushed your pills, have fun. Know that I love you.’

“Does that message mean what I think it means?” Anthony asked. He was reasonably taller than Abbey and easily saw over her head.

She turned and put her hands behind her back. “Possibly. George and I talked and had some fun last night, and we’ve decided to try me being a slut wife.”

Anthony closed the door. “How about I pour us something to drink, and we talk about exactly what it is you and your husband want. Tequila?”

Abbey agreed, and he put his hand on her lower back to guide her through to the living room. “So, you and George have decided that you should be a slut wife?” He asked as he poured two double shots. He handed one to Abbey, “Dutch courage,” he said before downing his.

Abbey took her time, tilting her head back and swallowed. “Yes. We’ve been discussing and playing these games for a while now, as you know. And last night after seeing this,” she pulled the hem of her skirt down to show the ace of spades tattoo, “George confessed to me that he really wanted me to embrace that life.”

“So you said in your message,” Anthony said as he topped up her glass. “And that he wanted you to fuck monsters?”

Abbey shrugged, “He really is getting off on the idea of my fucking anything and risking getting pregnant. So, here I am.”

Anthony smiled, “While your husband flushed your birth control?” he checked.

Abbey blushed, “Yes.”

Anthony downed his second tequila, and Abbey followed suit. “So you came over here to discuss those photos or because you want to fuck?”

“Can’t we do both?” she asked.

Anthony groaned, “I don’t want to get into trouble here,” he said. “But you are a very sexy woman ant that shirt. I can see the temp tatts underneath, and it really is very beautiful.” He took a moment as he refilled both their glasses. “How far do you want to go?”