“I remember. You sure you want me to go?” She resumed sucking my dick.
Tough choice.
“Go ahead and start looking. You have an hour. Oh, and make yourself a
Malibu and pineapple. Finish it before you get in bed.”
“Ok, see you in a while.” As she left the room she turned back to me,
“Anything I can wear for you?”
“You know me. Come up with something I will like.”
An hour later my phone had not rang. I leave the game on the computer
and find my way upstairs. I expected to find Jenny on her back, patiently
waiting with the purple vibrator in her pussy. After the rest of the
events today it would be reasonable. Instead, she is on her knees next to
the bed, blindfolded, headphones on. I walk around her and see the purple
guy is buried deep in her pussy, the bullet on her clit. There is a small
selection of items next to her on the carpet. I am already hard. Her
mouth is slightly open and she is breathing pretty heavy. Standing in
front of her I pop my dick in her mouth quickly. She closes on it
immediately, sucking me for all she is worth. I let her go for several
minutes until I feel myself getting close. I reluctantly pull out of her
delightful mouth and take her headphones off.
“Care to speculate on the game I have in mind?”
She was still using the vibrator and bullet. “You are going to fuck me
with them and make me figure out which is which.”
“Right. You can be on the bed or on the floor, on all fours or on your
back. Your choice.”
She got on the bed, on all fours with her butt at the edge of the bed.
She kept a hand on the purple guy, keeping it inside her.
“Both hands on the bed. And keep the vibrator inside you.” I stood
behind her and watched as the purple vibrator slowed backed its way out of
her wet pussy. Just as it was about to slip out I grabbed it and roughly
thrust it back into her. She grunted pleasingly. “You like this big
dildo?” I didn’t need an answer. I gave her a few long strokes with the
purple guy before pushing it in as far as I could and letting go. Feeling
mischievous, I turned around and laid my head on the bed between her legs.
I grabbed the purple dildo, made sure it was all the way inside her and
used it to pull her down to me. She parted her knees and lowered her pussy
down to my face. I latched on to her clit, her lips were spread lewdly
around the vibrator. I sucked her as I fucked her with the big vibe. She
was loving it. When she was getting close I stopped. She whimpered.
“Can’t I cum?”
“Not just yet, I wanted you wet.”
“I was already wet.”
“Well now you are dripping.”
She shook her butt at me. “So what is the rest of this game you have in
mind?”
I looked over the objects as I talked to her. “To start with, I am
going to fuck you with each of them for a few minutes so you can figure out
what each on feels like.”
There was a nice fat-handled screwdriver. I picked it up and lubed the
handle. There was still a good grip on the metal part. It was ridged of
course, so this one might be a giveaway if I twisted it. After putting
some KY on the handle I spread her pussy open and slid it inside her. It
was not big, but she was hot, and she moaned just a little as I slipped it
in. It was short, but kind of fat. Only about three inches were inside
her. I starting moving it in and out before starting to twist it. She
could tell it was different. “This is the screwdriver.”
“Mmmm. It has ridges. I can feel it rubbing my walls when you turn
it.”
After a few minutes I put it down and grabbed the next object: a metal
flashlight. It was smooth, long, and about as wide as the purple dildo. I
grabbed it, lubed it, and started to press it home. I wondered how much of
it she would take before having me back off. I held it so that a good
eight inches were available to her, then started fucking her slowly with
it, going a little deeper each time. After reaching all the way, I shifted
my grip and went a bit deeper. I figure a good ten inches of metal were
inside her when she let out a sharp intake and I stopped. “Wow, do you
want to know how deep this is inside you?”
-Whew-“No,” she said, “It feels pretty deep. Is it the flashlight?”
“Yup, time to get a new toy.” I pulled out the flashlight and went for
the next item: a thin, oddly shaped bottle that had been in the kitchen an
hour before. It had a corkscrew make to it and I figured she would feel
that as I fucked her with it. The last item was a beer bottle. It was
clean and had no labels on it. No idea where she got it. The shape was
roughly phallic…if you used the drinking end.
“Okay, that’s all of them.” I couldn’t resist, so I stuffed three
fingers in her pussy and fingerfucked her as I continued. “Here’s the
game. I will fuck you with each one, and after three minutes I will list
the options and you will name it. If you are right you win ten minutes, if
I am right I win ten minutes. At the end, the one with the most minutes
wins that time. That time is for the user to use in any way at any time in
the next two days. My time would be with you tied up and vibrated
senseless, just so you know.”
“What if I win?”
“You have thirty or forty minutes to do with as you please.”
“Ok.” She shook her butt again. “Get those fingers out of me and start
the contest.”
I considered my options. The bottle and the flashlight were nearly the
same. I selected my weapon and turned it on my willing wife,
unceremoniously thrusting it home. She grunted a bit and I held it still.
“Aren’t you supposed to fuck me with that thing?”
“Yes ma’am.” I started stroking it in and out of her wet pussy. It was
fun to watch her lips pull at it as it left and drag against it on the way
in. I took a look at my watch and waited for three minutes.
“Your choices are screwdriver, flashlight, vinegar bottle and beer
bottle.”
“mmm.” She clenched, I could feel the resistance increase. “Beer
bottle.”
“Sorry hun, that’s not correct.” To demonstrate I slide another four
inches of it into her.
“Ungh. Flashlight.” I pulled it out and selected the next one.
I slid it slowly into her and started fucking her with it. I wanted to
use the flashlight first to stretch her out a bit and make this one more
difficult to tell. I was fucking her pretty good with it when she
surprised me.
“Is it within the rules for you to let go of it while I try and guess?”
I thought the fucking might be distracting, but this was interesting. I
let go.
“Your choices are vinegar bottle, beer bottle and screwdriver.” I
watched as the screwdriver slid into, and then out of, her pussy. Huh.
“Screwdriver.” I’ll be damned.
“Correct. How did you tell?”
“It was the only one short enough that I could pull it all the way and
hold onto it.”
“Well done,” I grabbed the next toy as I talked to her. “Now we are
tied at one apiece. For the last two I will name them both but not tell
you if you are right until we are done.” As I finished I stuffed the beer
bottle in, thin end first.
I swear it was not in there more than thirty seconds. “Beer bottle,”
she said. “Which makes the last one the vinegar bottle and gives me thirty
minutes.” I was surprised and it showed. She reached back and grabbed the
bottle, holding it in place as she flipped onto her back and continued to
fuck herself with it.
So much for that plan.
“What should I do with my time?” she said, not really asking for my
opinion.
I shrugged. “It’s a half hour of whatever you like.”
“All at once?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Get naked and get on the bed on your back.” I started my stopwatch and
handed it to her.
“This won’t take long.”
She turned around and planted her pussy right on my mouth. “Lick me.
If you are good I will keep stroking you.”
I sucked in her lips and started munching on her clit as best I could,
hoping to bring her off quickly. I could tell she was about to cum and she
had a death grip on my cock, stroking me furiously. I beat her to the
punch and pushed her over the edge. “Let go honey.”
I held her hips tightly and kept her lips in my mouth. She let go of my
dick. “Honey, let go.”
I immediately and aggressively nibbled her clit just then, sending her
over the edge again. She inhaled my cock as I did so. When she had passed
her peak I backed off slowly and she let me slip from her mouth. She got
off the bed and stopped the stopwatch. “Three minutes, two orgasms. Good
job.”
“Tell you what, I have something else in mind, if you wouldn’t mind
going downstairs for a couple minutes.”
“Have to get everything ready to truss me up?”
“Not exactly.”
“Ok, I’ll go get another Malibu and pineapple and be back in a couple.”
When she came back to the bedroom I had staged some ropes at the foot of
the bed. She does not really like being tied up, but I doubt if she would
object today. But the ropes weren’t for her. I lay at the foot of the bed
and lifted my legs straight up. I must have looked silly, because I was
nude except for my shoes. She regarded me with curiosity. “Tie my feet to
the railings.”
She worked on this for a couple minutes, with me coaching her, until my
feet were securely fastened above my head. My cock was a foot or so above
me. She was still curious. “Now, for this to work you need to tie my
hands together.” She did so. I stretched them over my head and had her tie
them to the cabinet behind me. Now she was lost.
“Ok, here is the game. A variation on French Roulette for two people.
You give me one stroke with your mouth, all the way down, all the way up.
Then two strokes with your hand, all the way down, all the way up. Then
three with your mouth, and so on. When I start to cum, you keep doing
whatever you are doing. If I cum in your mouth I will either leave you
alone for the next six hours, or grant you a boon. If you get me off with
your hands I get to have my way with you, tied up, for a half hour.”
“Uh huh. So I win if I get a mouthful of cum and if you win you get to
tie me up? Doesn’t sound like I win as much as you do.”
“Well, you will probably figure out other angles, and after all if you
do get a mouthful you get a boon or left alone to rest for six hours.”
I have a definite submissive streak for pure sex, and this would
probably seal that thought in her head. She did not yet have it figured
out yet.
She arranged herself to my right and leaned in to take me in her mouth.
The angle was a stretch, but she got it. She felt wonderful. Slowly down,
and then up. She quickly grabbed my cock with her hand and slowly stroked
me down and then up, then down and up again. In this position it was more
like she was milking me than stroking me when I am on my back in bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
I was still hard when she returned a few minutes later. She had some
butter with her. “This might help with the lube issue.”
Before she sat down to resume sucking, however, she went to the
nightstand and returned with the vibrating butt plug. She lubed it up.
“Just to make sure you don’t take to long to cum.” She pressed the plug
into my ass and turned it on. My dick twitched.
She leaned forward and took me into her mouth, giving me three full
strokes with her wonderful tongue. I was not yet close, but that would
change. When she finished her `threes’ she had a little butter on her hand
and she stroked me firmly through the `fours.’
“How many strokes do you think it will take for you to cum?”
“I am guessing twenty or so, but who knows.”
She still had a confused look on her face. She leaned in and sucked on
me through the fives. I was building up, but still a long way off. With a
bit of butter, she did the sixes. She worked her way through the tens and
was in the late teens when I started to feel like I was going to cum any
time now. Before she started the seventeen mouth strokes she asked, “Just
to amuse me, which are you hoping for?”
As she sucked me I concentrated on cumming. “I want to cum in your
mouth.” She finished the seventeen and started the eighteen. It was
difficult to avoid tightening my muscles and approach climax.
“Hmm. If you cum in my mouth I get a favor, a boon you said. So you
win and I win. Why should I want to make you cum with my hands? What is
in that for you or me?”
My dick was very hard and I was probably going to explode when I came.
The back and forth sensations were edging me closer, but until there was
enough constant sensation I couldn’t cum. The time was nearing though.
She was just about through the eighteen when her eyes popped open. “I
could give you a facial. You have to let me choose where you cum if I
finish you with my hands. You could get really messy…” As she finished
the eighteen I was really close. “That’s pretty nasty,” she said as she
leaned in to start the nineteen.
I was going insane with the two ways this might end. “That’s why you
had to tie my hands up.” I was desperately flexing my cock now, trying to
cum in her mouth every time she moved her head and tongue. She started
humming, adding another dimension to the pleasure she was subjecting me to.
I did not know which one she wanted, and I did not know if either of us
really had a choice in the matter.
I strained to cum, but couldn’t quite reach it. Twenty was going to be
very difficult. Jenny had figured out that on some level I wanted the
little (?) humiliation of cuming on my own face by her hand. She decided
to play dirty.
For the first ten strokes she not only stroked me but fucked me with the
vibrating dildo. “Cum for me,” she started saying. “Blast your face with
your cum and you can tie me to the bed and fuck me silly.” “Cum for me and
you can tie a vibrator to me and watch me twitch for a half hour.”
I was really trying hard not to cum. This idea didn’t see so bright
now. And there was no way to back out trussed up like I was. My cock was
fully engorged and desperate for release. I strained not to cum. She kept
talking for the second ten, but now she lowered her breast to my mouth. I
could not resist sucking her nipple. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Oooh, nurse me baby.” Eighteen, almost there. Baseball, baseball,
nineteen, oh will it end already. Twenty, hold on, hold on.
I was panting when she finished her twenty. She had a wicked gleam in
her eye. “I know I can make you cum as soon as I want, so what do I want?”
She leaned in and inhaled my cock. I counted the strokes of her mouth,
not believing that I could make it twenty one glorious sucks without a
climax. Jenny would get a mouthful, and a boon. I wondered what it would
be. I was so distracted I did not notice the change in tactics. She was
still sucking me, but in a slightly different way. A way that was going to
get me very excited but probably not cum. Uh oh. Be careful what you ask
for. At fifteen she began a very earnest effort to get me off. I was
climbing quickly. Sixteen, almost there. Seventeen, just a little more.
Eighteen, just about there. Nineteen, she is going to get a mouthful.
Twenty, a slow, maintaining stroke that nearly had me explode. Bitch.
She immediately starting stroking my cock with her hand coated with
butter. One. “You are going to cum this time and there is nothing you can
do to stop it.” Two. ” I know how close you are.” Three, she places her
tit in my mouth again. I suck it greedily. Four. I am going to cum when
she wants me to. Five. She pulls away and starts to use both hands. Six,
she holds my cock with one hand and uses one finger on the underside to
stroke up and down. The sensation is maddening and delightful. Seven.
Eight. The finger on the sweet spot is insistent. I see she is aiming my
dick toward my face. Nine. There is no way I can hold out. “If you keep
your mouth open I’ll give you an hour.” Ten, I can feel the orgasm starting
to build. It is going to be, in no uncertain terms, huge and humiliating.
“Open up honey, time to cum.” I reluctantly keep my mouth open as I breathe
through the starting twinges. I feel the need to give her direction.
“One hand wrapped around my cock, the other squeezing my balls, don’t
reach the head.” I am coaching her on how to make me shoot further. I keep
straining against the orgasm.
Eleven. “Oh yeah,” she says, shifting her hands, feeling the pulsing
start. “Are you resisting? That’s sweet. That will make you pop even
more.”
She leans forward as she strokes me and looks me in the eye. “You
better close your eyes. It burns if it gets in your eyes.”
I close my eyes. Twelve. I strain against my bonds and tighten my
muscles to hold off the inevitable.
Thirteen. “You are going to cum, you can’t stop it you know. Just cum
and you can tie me up. You know how I hate that.” I strain and stop
breathing with the effort. She has placed her knees on either side of my
head, holding my face firmly in place.
Fourteen. “I am going to make you cum now, feel free to try not to.”
She holds me as I asked, but she uses her thumb on the sweet spot, not a
stroke and not not a stroke. It presses the exact right button. I feel
myself lose the fight. My pelvic muscles unclench for an instant and she
feels it. “Oh, you lose, time for the finish.”
My dick starts pulsing strongly. She is holding me just as I ask. I
feel the cum surging through my cock and then liquid warmth hits my face.
The humiliation must turn my face red. The second jet hits my mouth and I
taste myself for the first time. The big jets alternate between hitting me
in the chest, face and mouth. “Oooh, that’s nasty,” she says, and keeps
stroking me through my self-facial of seeming epic proportions.
She keeps going well past my orgasm before she finally relents. Then
she does something unexpected, she leans down and kisses my face. I can
feel her lapping up some of my cum. A moment later she kisses me, then
replaces her mouth with a nipple. I suck greedily as she gives my cock a
couple more strokes.
“That was hot,” she says, and starts to untie me. “Can we do that
again?”
“Right now?” I ask, still drained from the emotional and physical effort
of the last half hour.
“No silly, but some time.”
As she untied me all I could think was, oh yes. But in the mean time I
needed to wash up.
It was time for some dinner and my dick was about as limp as cooked
spaghetti. Dinner offered a good chance for a break.
Jenny cooked up something in the kitchen and we did the usual of eating
on the couch as we watched TV. It was a few hours later when I awoke to
find her shaking me gently. “Did I wear you out?”
“Just a little. Tell you what, I am going to bed, wake me up before
midnight.”
“Ok.”
I climbed the stairs, tired but happy, and drained. I was asleep almost
before my head hit the pillow. Before I knew it, I woke up with a big
plump breast in my face and a nipple in my mouth. Jenny had managed to
crawl into bed with me and had apparently just set her breast near my head
and I had felt it and latched on to her nipple. I heard the muffled sound
of a vibrator, probably the big purple one. From the sound of it it was
stuffed in her pussy again. Nice.
I broke off the nipple and looked up at her. She had a slightly glazed
look to her eyes. “Wanna fuck?” she asked me.
“What does my little slut want this time?”
“I want you to do me on the balcony again.”
“What about on a sheet on the grass in the backyard.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Let’s go see if it is dark enough.”
We went downstairs, I grabbed a large beach towel, and we went outside.
The lights at our neighbor’s houses were dark. There was a moon that
night, but it was pretty dark. We skirted along the edge of the house and
padded through the turf like grass of the back yard. I spread the towel
out and she quickly dropped to her hands and knees, wiggly her butt to
beckon me to my task. It was warm outside, like always, and I was not in a
hurry. I knew she was. She always was.
“What would you like?”
“What I always want. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
I kneeled behind her and moved up close. She reached back, found my
cock, and guided it to her opening. I held still, letting her control the
pace. She rubbed my head back and forth across her lips before holding me
still and pushing back to impale herself on my shaft. The feeling was
delicious as always.
“mmmm,” she purred. “Now pull my hair with both hands and ride me like
a mare.”
That sounded nice and slutty. Seating myself fully inside her, I
reached forward and combed all her hair back before splitting it into two
parts. I held half of her hair in each hand, and pulled back slightly as I
pushed deeper into her. She grunted slightly as my hair pulling arched her
back and gave me deeper penetration. I gambled that she wanted it a bit
rougher than usual, so I pulled her hair taught, pulled out, then slammed
into her. Her head was pulled back as I jammed her hips forward with my
thrust.
“Oh yeah.” Just a little encouragement.
I got more vigorous and began speeding up my strokes. Her head was bent
back, almost uncomfortably, as I pounded her pussy with my cock. The whole
scene was wonderful. I was slam fucking my wife, in the backyard, in full
view of anyone that might be around. Of course, the fact no one was around
did not lessen the excitement.
She was really getting into it now. Moaning, but not loudly. I was
really riding her, keeping her head back fully as I plowed her cunt for all
I was worth.
“Yes,” she panted, “Ride me hard to the finish. Make me your bitch!”
Now THAT was encouragement. Holding on tightly to her hair I sped up to
a finishing rate, feeling the orgasm start deep down. “Oh yes, I’m gonna
fill you up good.”
“Pound me baby, please cum in my pussy.”
I kept going, feeling the cum shoot through my cock and into her waiting
pussy. She felt it, and was cumming at almost the same time. “nnnnnnn
god! That’s good,” her voice trailed off as she came. I continued fucking
her as my orgasm continued.
As we both came down I continued to hold on to her hair, but let her
drop her head down into a more comfortable position.
“Slutty enough for you?”
“And how. Hon that was hotter than hot.”
She shook her butt. “How long you plan to stay here?”
“Maybe till I slip out.”
“Can you let go of my hair?” I did. She dropped to her elbows in a
resting position as I remained on my knees inside her. Every once in a
while I gave her a stroke. “Got any thoughts for tomorrow?”
“After I sleep,” I said, pulling out of her, walking back to the house
and back to bed to collapse in a state of near complete contentment.
The next day started a bit slow. As usual I was up early and surfing
the web and just generally goofing off on the computer. Of course, I found
some smut and discovered I wanted some relief. I made my way upstairs and
found Jenny in bed, fortunately for me she was sleeping on her side, her
tits within reach of the edge of the bed. What I had in mind I had only
done once before, which was cum on her tits without waking her up. She had
awakened later to wonder why her top was damp. It didn’t take her long.
This morning, however, she was wearing a shirt I had recently made for her.
I had taken one of her tight and stretchy t-shirts and cut holes just big
enough for her tits. This left her boobs out and free while keeping the
rest of her back and shoulders covered. A great look, and this morning a
bit more of an invitation and a challenge. An invitation because of the
expanse of tit-flesh begging to be cum on, and a challenge that she would
wake up when my cum landed on them.
I tried to be as quiet as possible as I stood next to the bed stroking
my cock. She was snoring softly and it was clear to me she had only gone
to sleep a few hours before. Pretty good odds for me. I continued
stroking, my orgasm getting closer and closer. I longed to reach out and
squeeze her breast, but held off as I knew that would awaken her.
Positioned as she was, it was going to be easy to unload on both of her
breasts. Getting closer to cumming, I moved up until my dick was just an
inch or so above her. I stifled a groan as I came and started to slowly
paint her tits with my cum. It was exciting to listen as her breathing
changed not a bit as my cum landed on her large tits. As I came down I
backed off a little to check my handiwork. Her tits were nicely covered, a
good sized load. I wondered what she would say this time.
My phone rang close to lunch time.
“Someone got my tits messy while I was asleep.”
“Who could that have been?”
“Hmmm. I wonder. But they obviously enjoyed themselves. Have you
thought about lunch?”
“Yeah, I have dogs all set to go. Put on something and join me
outside.”
Jenny wore a lovely see-through top for me and we had a nice lunch
grilling by the pool. After lunch I had her join me for some skinny
dipping, as usual.
Before long I was walking her around the pool, impaled on my cock as we
did nearly every time we jumped in the pool.
“Are you up for something adventurous?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she replied as I lifted her up and off me.
“Swim over the bench.” She did, and I swam over behind her.
“Kneel on the bench, on all fours, then put your tits on the deck and
hold your cheeks open.” She looked skeptically at me, not liking being a
little out of the water and a bit exposed.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks, a hint of suspicion to her voice,
but following my instructions.
With her looking out over the backyard and out onto the golf course I
uncovered a small container of Vaseline and put a dollop right on her
rosebud.
“Uh huh..” she grunts, a possible note of disapproval.
I push the dollop into her asshole with my index finger. Then I repeat.
“Ok, swim over to the wall again.”
She gives me that somewhat disapproving yet curious look. I take a
dollop of the sticky slippery jelly and caress my hard dick with it. I
swim over to her.
“How do you want to try this?” she asks.
“The same way we were just doing it. You wrap your legs around me, and
I will hold your upper thighs. Then you reach down, line things up then
shift your hands to around my neck.”
She reaches down and grabs the base of my rock hard cock. I can feel
when I contact her ass. She rubs me around a little and then, holding me
in place, she lowers herself ever so slightly so I am sure to be in the
right place. I hold her firmly in place. She moves her hands to lock her
fingers behind my neck. I don’t let her move an inch.
“Now you look me in the eye as you tell me to lower you down.”
She stares right into my eyes. “Slowly down.”
I feel her resist and I start to just enter. “Stop,” she says, and I
do.
“Down.” I feel her part around me and my head is inside her.
“Stop.” She clenches and squeezes me. It is like a vise.
She leans forward and kisses me firmly, almost violently. I struggle to
keep her firmly in place and not lower her more. She breaks the kiss.
“Down, slowly and smoothly.”
She breathes out slowly as I lower her onto me in one slow, smooth
stroke. Her eyes glaze over as I bottom out inside her ass.
“mmmmm. Now back up and back down just the same way.” Well, it was
almost the same until she decided to try and clench up as I was moving.
She was nearly panting by the time I lowered her back down. I lifted her
up and off, just a bit, and started walking around the pool. As I walked I
found that I could hold her at the same level in the pool while I bounced,
fucking her with a bouncing motion instead of a thrusting one. What Jenny
doesn’t know is that walking around the pool makes it just about impossible
for me to cum. It gives me some physical activity to do that is not
directly related to sex, so it must distract me.
I was enjoying this for a good five or ten minutes when her breathing
started to get more ragged. I knew what was coming.
“You need to fuck me now.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Without frowning or acknowledging my remark, she said, “Please fuck my
ass, I really want to cum.”
I walk/fucked her over to the wall.
“Hold on to the wall.” She reached back and did. This would keep her a
bit more fixed in place so I could really fuck her.
I still had a hold of her hips and I slowly pulled out and pushed back
in.
“Please go faster. I always have to tell you I won’t break. Now fuck
me. Fuck my ass.”
I started moving faster, the advantage of walking around lost. Her ass
was deliciously tight, and the panting sounds she makes during anal sex are
the ultimate aphrodisiac. I wasn’t as energetic as I am when fucking her
pussy, but I was getting more and more free with my movements. She
couldn’t focus on me anymore. Her eyes were glassing over. Very slowly
she said, “fuuuuucccck meeeee.” There was no mistaking when she came
moments later, her ass rippling around my cock and sending me straight into
a powerful orgasm. My shooting inside her seemed to kick her over the top
again and she immediately wrapped her arms around me and pushed down hard
on me, making sure I was all the way inside. This had the effect of making
me stroke her a few more times as deep and fast as I could. She hugged me
close and put her head on my shoulder as she came down. Then she kissed me
firmly again.
“Now walk me around the pool until you go soft.” Now that’s the kind of
thing I could get used to hearing.