SUMMARY: Crystal is taken with the handsome stranger at her party. She's more intrigued when she learns he's "gifted." A gracious hostess should always make sure her guests are having a good time, right?
Crystal's eyes undressed him as he walked into the parlor. She made a mental note of him as someone she wanted to get to know better later-damn her husband!
There was too much booze, too much flirting, and too much oneupmanship at the party for her taste. Crystal Chadwick didn't mind a good time. As hostess she was responsible for hiring extra staff. More accurately, her accountant was responsible. This was an expense she'd prefer not to bother with. It also meant that she was stuck with the sounds of cleanup afterward, or an unsightly mess in the morning before the cleaning staff arrived.
She made the rounds as hostess, trying to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves, and that no one hit the sauce too hard. From experience, she knew that if anyone did hit the sauce with gusto, inevitably it was one of her husband Garland's business partners.
Garland was an old fart. Age 67, he already had trouble getting it up. Overweight, balding, he was a nice guy, but theirs was a convenient marriage. His one asset was his multiple assets. Everyone assumed that Crystal was a trophy wife, and they weren't wrong. Crystal had married for the money, and Garland for the beauty. It was a win-win, and everyone was happy-sort of.
On her rounds Crystal did some investigating about who the handsome stranger was. She eventually learned that his name was Darrell. More research led her to a woman friend who'd slept with him.
"Was he any good?" Crystal asked.
"Fab!" Dianne said. "Takes his time, nice hands. Not great with his tongue, you'll need to do a little coaching there. But great energy and stamina. And the bonus," she leaned in to whisper, "is his cock!"
"Hung?" Crystal asked.
"Oh, honey! He'll reach places inside you didn't know you had!" Dianne said with a wide grin.
"Done! I'll let you know how I make out."
"Cheers, girlfriend, good luck!"
"Wait, if he's that awesome, why aren't you still with him?" Crystal asked.
"I was married at the time," Dianne said, as if it were obvious.
"Oh! He's..."
"That one! Yes!"
Gossip traveled fast in this part of Guilford, the well-off neighborhoods. Crystal knew that Dianne had an affair with a man, which ended Dianne's marriage. The fling didn't last, either, but now Dianne was hot and heavy with a man twenty-six years her junior. She glowed from all the sex she was having, and had more energy at fifty-four than she had at twenty-four.
Crystal approached Darrell shortly before nine-thirty. She decided to be bold, but she didn't need to. With the right man, her stunning looks could have a guy eating from her hand in minutes. Crystal's body and face were flawless, and could put a twenty year old to shame.
She spent a lot of money and time on her looks, but she was all natural. No Botox or tummy lift here. A modeling agency had approached Crystal a few years ago. They said she had potential as an example of their "Golden Age Hotties" campaign. She turned the offer down, because she didn't think of herself as "golden age." To her, the golden age was how you lived your life, how much perks you got. A young man or three on the side helped, but she wasn't picky. She didn't have anything against a man her age, like Darrell, as long as he could deliver.
"Hi! I'm Crystal, the party hostess. I want to make sure you're having a good time, are you?"
"Why, yes, I am, thank you very much," Darrell said.
Crystal appreciated how he looked her up and down.
"Excellent! Most wonderful!" she said. "Do let me know if I can make your experience more enjoyable," she added. Crystal ran her hand from her earlobe, across her throat, and to her lips. She erotically stuck out her tongue and licked her fingertip.
Darrell's eyes widened.
"Er, I'm not sure what you mean," he said.
Crystal moved so close that she could feel his breath on her. His cheek touched her blond hair.
"Come on, man, you know what I mean," she whispered as she grabbed his crotch in the crowd. "Fancy a turn? Follow me, about five seconds behind."
Crystal walked away through the crowded parlor and out onto the grounds of the estate. Outside, she glanced behind her, and saw Darrell following in the moonlight. She smiled as she headed toward the garage, and walked through the service door. Darrell entered a few seconds later.
"So, which car would you like to do it on? The Rolls, the Bentley, or the Jaguar?" Crystal asked.
"Hell, I've always fancied a shag on a Rolls," Darrell said with a grin.
