"I'll do what I can."
I pushed in and she moaned. I pulled back and she said, "No!"
A moan and a "No!" Over and over. Then her tune changed to, "Yes!" and "Harder!" I shifted positions so I hit her clit at the bottom of every stroke. It wasn't as good for me but it drove her crazy. She came and came again. Her head went from side to side. Sweat covered her skin. Her skin mottled.
Her eyes opened and she said, "Oh God, please cum inside me. If I cum again, I'll die!" A few more strokes and I filled the rubber.
We slept late. Crystal made breakfast for us in the nude. She made huevos rancheros and asked me to let her jack me onto hers instead of having sour cream. I let her. She ate it all.
For the rest of the day we explored ways to play sexually. I had lunch nibbling cheese and fruit pieces from her body as I teased her with fingers, mouth and tongue.
As evening approached we sat out on the upper deck on a chaise lounge with my back against the lounge back and Crystal's back against my chest. I toyed with her nipples and ran my fingertips around her areola just often enough that she stayed stimulated and stayed wet.
"Josh, I love how you've pampered me. My body feels so cared for, so attended to. But... you don't even know me. How can you treat me better than my husband does, when you don't even know me?"
I waited a long time to answer. My fingers kept touching her areola and I kissed her neck a few times as well.
"It has been years since I had someone who would allow me to indulge my need to pamper a woman. It has been a long time since I saw a woman who has me feel how I feel when I look at you, when I hold you. I know this is a business deal for you and your husband, but I am allowing myself to pretend you want to be here. I'm pretending you actually like what I'm doing."
"Right this second I wouldn't want to be anywhere but right here. God! You should teach classes for men."
"Hasn't there ever been someone in your life who wanted to take care of you like this? Doesn't John?"
"I've actually only had two men in my life. John and I became a couple near the end of our senior year of high school. The guy before John was tender and a really good guy but something just wasn't there. It would never have worked out with him."
"John has been good for you and to you?"
"When he got into real estate he did well and we had lots of good times. Then I had our two daughters twenty months apart and John..." she stopped talking. I waited and then said, "And John?"
"And John and I just got busy with work, raising girls and running a household. Until you offered to buy the house he hadn't seen me as a sex partner in almost a year."
"You mean, before last night, you hadn't been touched sexually for almost a year?"
"The only orgasms I've had in over a year I got with the help of the Energizer Bunny! John's to busy worrying, planning and plotting how to sell another house, get another listing. I'm too busy cooking, cleaning and watching our girls grow up. By the time we're in the bedroom I'm too tired to open my legs and he's too tired to get hard."
"What do you think he will be like on Sunday night, when you go home with him?"
"Before I walked in here I thought about that. We were walking the aisles at Von's Market, buying things for your house, our weekend together and John wasn't saying much at all. Usually, when we shop, he says things about what he likes or would like to try. He knew none of what we bought was for him. I don't know what he'll do on Sunday when I get into our van."
"What did you tell the girls was the reason you would be gone?"
"Do you care?"
"I do. I like having you here and I like that I get to enjoy you as much as I want, but I don't want this to totally screw up your lives."
"I don't either. We need the money. John and everyone else in the business is in a slump. We haven't had a sale in four months and it wasn't a big sale. We still have some savings but, your donation will help a lot. The commission on this house will hold us for a year!"
"I don't want to talk anymore about money. For the next few weekends you don't have any money problems. The only problem you have is staying wet. If you dry up I may need to buy stock in KY."
"I may need to do laundry for just the towels I sit on. I keep flooding them. That reminds me, are there any other sheets in the house? I could change them and wash the ones we... played on last night and this morning."
"Let's go look." We went inside searched the house and found three other sets of sheets. Crystal picked the fresh ones she wanted and I help change the sheets on the bed. We found the laundry room between the kitchen and garage, loaded the bedding in and started the process.
My hands on her hips lifted her up and put her on the washer. I spread her legs and knelt before her, between her legs. She leaned back and spread her legs to invite my mouth to her cunt. She sparkled as the light played on her wet lips. Her fragrance was one of my favorites; woman in heat.
She came twice for me as the washer cleaned the sheets. I moved the sheets into the drier and slid her over on top of the drier. When I set the timer and hit the start button she said, "Would you fuck me, please?"