Driving home from the concert, Don uses one of his blowjob coupons. Grace sucks him expertly, and he climaxes as they pull into their driveway.

Don turns off the engine, but Grace remains nestled against his lap, keeping his cum in her mouth while Don strokes her long blonde hair. Eventually Grace lifts her lips from Don’s penis, bestows a tender kiss upon its slippery surface, and sighs. “Will you give Mrs. Laski a ride home?”

The babysitter’s skirt covers her legs, but that doesn’t stop Don’s hand from moving under. Don employs another blowjob certificate. Mrs. Laski uses more hand than Grace, but even so the car idles for some minutes in the parking lot before Don fills her mouth. Mrs. Laski doesn’t linger. “Dziękujemy,” she burbles, already opening the door and scooting out. Don watches the jaunty sway of her slim hips as she sashays up the walk.

Back home in bed, Grace expects some goodnight loving. Don frowns. “Oh, honey, you greedy pig,” Grace croons, “couldn’t you resist Mrs. Laski’s charms? She’s a sweetie, isn’t she?” From her bedside dresser Grace extracts a vibrating dildo and a pair of fuck tokens. She pushes the coins into the slot of the pink wand and nuzzles it behind Don’s balls. She teases Don’s asshole with the head of the dildo until his cock climbs. Grace settles herself onto Don’s erection. “Yes, yes, yes!” she sings when Don plays the vibrating shaft against the hood of her sensitive clitoris. Again and again, Grace comes.

Don would like to come again, too—his cock is stiff and straining—but the dildo is out of juice, and Don is out of coupons.

“Don’t worry,” Grace says before drifting off to sleep. “I’m sure there’ll be some in the paper tomorrow.”