With her hand

She grabs your cock, still lubed up with her pussy juices.

"That's it" you say, grunting in pleasure. She starts slow at first, but picks up speed. The same amount of speed you had when you were fucking her.

God.

You can't stop thinking about her pussy. She felt so good, and now she's giving everything just to make you cum.

"Come on baby" she says. Her piercing eyes looking at you. Even with her age, she still seems striking.

"Fuck". You bust in her hands, and cum lands all over her face. Cum drips downwards, cascading over her hands and wrists. Splotches land on her forearm.

"That's a good boy" she says. She kisses you on the forehead.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" a man says. He must be her husband.

"Henry, he has the disease."

"I'm finished, don't worry. You can clean yourself up now."

She wipes the cum off of her body and gets dressed.

"You shouldn't be doing anything so strenuous" he says.

You smirk.

"He needed my help. He's just like-"

"I know, I know."

"I may need to use her again."

"Listen pal, you gotta lot a nerve."

"Henry, please. He could die."

His eyebrows furrow. He gazes at his wife for a moment, before storming off.

"I don't think he likes me."

"He's just pent-up."

"I'll say. I'm getting pent up just looking at him."

You do feel like you could use more sex to deal with your stress.