I slowed down a little as her orgasm started to fade.The creaking of the bed got a little quieter as I slowed down. As the noise settled down, I heard...a metallic sound downstairs. It sounded like the keys had finally fallen out of my pants pocket after dangling on the side of the couch for a few minutes. I turned back around and started thrusting again. Sue immediately started on her next orgasm.I kept fucking her from behind for a few more climaxes, before pulling out and walking around the. I decided to play along. I thought it was some fantasy she had and it would soon fade. That crashed when she got home Friday and said we were invited to dinner at Maddie’s house the next night. My fear returned. Was this some sort of test? If I said yes, I would do it, would Shella start yelling and accuse me of who knows what. I decided to play it cool, not argue, Shella would soon tell me she was joking. Mid-afternoon Saturday Shella began to get ready. She normally dressed quite. When I parked, she woke up, realized where we were. She got out, told me to wait and went in to check on the daily operation of the store. About 30 minutes later she pulled around the store in her car and asked me to follow her home.Her house was about as out of place as any house could be. It was in an older section of Homestead, it was what I would call a 4 square craftsman style. It was 2 stories tall with a red clay tile roof. It looked like an Iowa farm house transplanted to Florida, I. She was suitably impressed. I’m just washing up the last of my stuff, I told her, so you can see it works. I pointed down through the clear frontloading lid, where the washer was agitating the clothes in a sudsy circle. Awesome! she said, leaning down to look inside the washer, and then the dryer, which was also humming away drying an earlier load. I said: let me help you with that coat. She turned around and it slid off into my hands, revealing a red silk top that came down to her hips. .