Abbey has some nice lingerie, George not so much.

Abbey led her embarrassed husband upstairs to their bedroom. Once there, she wasted little time stripping off and looking through her lingerie for something appropriate.

“I’m feeling a little odd getting half-naked in front of my assistant,” George confessed.

Abbey smiled, “Especially with that erection, she is sexy though, isn’t she?”

“Well, yeah, she’s hot, and that outfit is just smoking. I can’t believe you are comfortable with this?” he said.

“Why not? We are going to see a lot more people Saturday night.” She told him, pulling out some lingerie she had been looking for. “What do you think?” she held up a matching garter belt and half cup bra, which failed to contain very much of her breasts.”

“It certainly would allow for access,” he said, watching her get dressed. He sighed and started to strip himself before finding a set of black satin boxers. By the time he had done that, Abbey was ready to head back to Jasmine, with a couple of other sets of lingerie.

The husband and wife found Jasmine casually sitting on their couch, naked still, sipping wine. “Oh well, don’t you look good Abbey? And George, I didn’t realise you were so fit.” Then her eyes went to the tent in his boxers. “And is that because of me?” she asked.

“Believe it or not, he’s embarrassed,” Abbey confessed to him.

“From the looks of things, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, we might need to find you something else to wear. But first, Abbey let’s have a look at your options.”

The two women discussed the various bits of lingerie Abbey had brought down, eventually settling on the lingerie Abbey had worn downstairs with an overcoat which was transparent mesh and fur-trimmed, which would line her cleavage, cuffs and down to her thighs.

“I noticed you have a tattoo on your ribs?” Jasmine said, “It’s not a problem. Just know that people might be able to identify who you are. Now for you,” Jasmine turned her attention to George, “Come on, off with the boxers and let’s see what we have to work with.” George blushed again as he pulled his boxers down. “Oh yum,” Jasmine said, “Nice size, not huge but looks very nice.”

“He is pretty tasty too,” Abbey said.

Jasmine smiled, “Are you offering me a taste tonight?” she asked Abbey.

“So, um, if I’m not wearing boxers because you want to show off my junk, what am I going to wear?” George asked.

Jasmine shrugged, “You might end up just wearing boxers, but I really wanted to see what you were packing. But I have a couple of things which might fit. Now let us see.” Jasmine turned around and started to rummage through her bag as George looked at her arse and wet slit. Abbey raised her eyebrows at her husband, and his blush deepened. “Let’s try this first.”

Jasmine turned to show her holding a tube of lube and, on the other hand, a band of metal, like a large finger ring. It was gold inside and black outside. The outside was textured like coils of rope. In between each coil of rope, the gold could be seen. It was about an inch and a half or two inches wide.

Without any ceremony, she knelt in front of George and squeezed some lube onto his cock. He was lost for words as Jasmine handed the tube to Abbey and stoked the lube in. He moaned as her black hand stroked him. Then she took the ring and worked it down his shaft to the base of his cock. He moaned the whole time. It was tight but not uncomfortable. “That looks nice. What do you think Abbey?”

Abbey looked down at the sexy black woman kneeling in front of him. “So, what do you think his new identity would be with that?”

Jasmine casually grabbed George cock and stroked it a few times, “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind him being gold as a contrast to my silver?”

George moaned at her touch again, “Won’t people think we are a couple?” he asked.

Jasmine smiled, “Yes, they probably would,” she confessed.