Conversations over dinner and drinks

Abbey was the first to sit up. She reached down to pull the shirt off before George stopped her. “Leave it on,” he said.

“It smells of sex and cum,” she said.

He nodded, “I know, and says that you are a slut for black cock. It’s kind of hot to see you wearing that shirt plastered in cum. It makes me think your black lover sprayed all over you.”

She laughed, “Ok, just for you, I will leave it on, but we have pasta for dinner, so you will need to heat the sauce so I don’t get it covered in red drops.” George nodded and stood up, his cock still half hard. “I see you are still aroused. Want to go for a round two? Or I can blow you?”

“Let’s talk first. I love this new toy, but think we can explore this further,” he explained.

Abbey smiled, “Like going to an adult store and you watching me blow some random black cock?” His cock twitched, “It really does turn you on, thinking of me being a slut for random black men.”

George nodded, “You can’t say otherwise, both the notion of you being a slut for black cock, and the idea that I went and got sucked off by some random woman.”

Abbey nodded as they went downstairs to the kitchen. “It does, both those things. When I mentioned the idea of you having lipstick still on your cock from a glory hole, it turned me on.”

“Maybe we can play with that,” George began as he got a beer for himself and poured a glass of wind for Abbey. “I could see about smearing a little lipstick on my cock without telling you when, and we can play at the idea that I got a blowjob from someone. You can ride me as I tell you all about it.”

Abbey took the glass of wine and sighed, “That sounds like fun.” She watched her naked husband as he put some water on for pasta and started heating the sauce. “Maybe after dinner, we could search for some interracial porn together? Would you like me to stroke you while still wearing this shirt, imagining the videos are of me with some black men?”

George turned to face her, “That could be fun, you stroking me as I finger you, revisiting some of our adventures together.”

Abbey nodded, “After dinner then, and then, round two, without the shirt so you can play with my tits.” She paused for a moment in thought. “Should we send an apology to our neighbour?”

George laughed, “What for? I’m sure he loved seeing that the woman next door is a slut for black cock.”

“Yeah, but what if he expects something?” she asked.

George thought for a moment, “Let him know it’s just a game we play, maybe flirt a little. I trust you, and I’m sure if you do flirt, it will only make you that much hotter in bed.”

“Do you really want to try this glory hole? Do you really want to see me playing with and sucking a black cock?” she asked then.

George stopped for several moments before answering.