Author's Note: Things may be changing a little bit, but there is always going to be debauchery to be had. Please enjoy. Setting things up to wrap up this book and move into the next phase!
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With Kat and Jess out of town and Rita returning to work, I had at least a couple days to occupy myself. Usually that was an invitation for mischief to stave off boredom. This time was no different.
"Not sure what your week looks like," I texted Crystal. "But my schedule has freed up the next couple days."
While I waited for her to respond, I texted Rita. It was flirty, fun, and seductive. We were making plans for the weekend. Her husband, upon returning home, promptly announced another hunting trip on the upcoming Thursday through Sunday. I made a mental note to start figuring out how best to drive a wedge between Rita and her husband. These things took time, I knew, but it was an effort I'd fully commit myself to.
Crystal finally texted back. "My husband has a lot of showings Thursday, and they're like an hour away. What if I called in sick to work?"
"Great idea," I said. "Do you want to move up our Saturday plans? Or do something else?"
"I'll let you know tonight," she said.
Crystal did get back to me that night, and it was why I found myself driving to the suburbs on Tuesday morning at 10 a.m. She lived southwest of the city in one of the big enclaves filled with cookie-cutter mansions in subdivisions devoid of trees. I was willing to tolerate it because Crystal wanted to do cocaine and have me fuck her in her husband's bed. The change in timing of these plans was a little bit of a warning flag -- after all, I didn't know this girl very well -- but the thrill of defiling the Baptist housewife in her marital bed was too delicious to pass up.
I parked a few lots down from Crystal's house, in front of one that was still under construction. The front entry had a conveniently deep setback, so I wasn't exposed when I rang the doorbell. Crystal opened it as if she had been waiting near it, in full makeup and wearing a silk robe that came halfway down her thighs.
"Did you bring the coke?" she asked right off the bat.
"Of course, babe," I said, stepping inside.
She closed the door and clapped in excitement, bouncing up and down on her feet, which featured freshly painted toes in bright red.
"Can I have some?" she said, smiling expectantly.
"Did you finish the rest I gave you?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"The other day," she said as if in confession. "I do it when my husband is gone. I really like it."
I already knew that and smiled to myself. Then I tested the waters by asking, "Do you want a bump or a line?"
"A line," she said with self-assurance.
I poured out a generous amount of coke from the vial and opened up the kit I had brought with me. I chopped it up and formed the lines with a razor blade. Crystal watched in total fascination.
"You're so good at that," she said.
"Practice makes perfect," I told her. "Plus I get super pure stuff that I grind up first, so it's really light and airy. Makes it easier to cut lines."
"I want to learn how to do that," she said, as I handed her the straw. "And this straw is so cute! Way better than using a dollar bill."
She bent over the high bar counter in her generic kitchen with its oak cabinets. I noticed faith-inspired catch phrases hung from the wall on a plaques as I heard her snort the first line. I saw the series of large crosses on the living room wall as she snorted the second.
"Are you going to have some?" she asked, wiping her nose and then licking her finger so she could collect residue to rub on her gums. I bet she had watched movie scenes of people doing coke to imitate.
"I am," I said, "but I wanted to do it off your tits in the bedroom."
"You can do that?" Crystal asked, her eyes growing wide. She was, as usual, chewing gum.
"Oh, babe, you don't know the half of it," I said. "We're going to have so much fun."
I slipped my arms around her waist and kissed her. She had beautifully soft lips, and her enthusiasm for making out was obvious. I cupped her ass to pull her closer to me, then undid the belt on her robe and let it fall open. Underneath, she wore red lace lingerie. She looked stunning. I smiled because I knew she was playing dress-up to look sexy for me. My hand ran across her flat belly.
"I love my stomach," she said. "I think it's the best part of my body."
"I'm not sure I can agree," I said, sliding my hand between her legs and feeling the moist warmth of her pussy.
"I work really hard on my stomach," she said, amusing me at what a novice at seduction she was.
I kissed her again and said, "Show me your bedroom."
Like the rest of the house, the master bedroom was an exercise in suburban boredom. It was too big, with a layout resulting in tons of wasted space. But what did I care? I didn't have to live there.
"So this is where the magic happens," I said, the sarcasm lost on Crystal.
"There's no magic in here," she said, shedding the robe. "My husband doesn't touch me."
"That," I said, pulling her close and kissing while my fingers slide under the waistband of her thong, "is an absolute crime."
I pushed her panties down her thighs and let them fall to the floor, then I dropped to my knees. I kissed her stomach, wanting to flatter her that she was right about how sexy it was. And it was. Then I moved south, feeling the soft landing strip of blonde pubic hair tickle my nose as I gave a first lick across Crystal's quivering, tulip-like pussy. Her bra dropped to the floor. Her knees shook, so I stood up and led her to the bed. Her dimples lit up as she smiled when I put her on her back and took my place between her knees.
"Your husband doesn't do this very much, I bet," I said cockily.
"Like maybe once a year," she said.
