Jim carefully closed the front door with a nearly silent click. He took off his coat and hat and hung them on the entryway hall tree. Then, he carefully removed his shoes too. Stealthily, he climbed the carpeted stairs leading to the master bedroom. There she was. Almost naked except for her new, black stockings. She was had just straightened out the toes and feet and stood up to straighten the back seems. Her generous naked breasts dangled in front of her freely as she worked her way up her left leg, then began smoothing her right leg against her perfumed skin.
"Nice legs." Jim had made his way silently to her bedroom doorframe.
Startled, but not surprised - still bent over - she twisted slightly and stiffened her back to look at him in the corner makeup vanity mirror, displaying her perfectly heart-shaped ass. "Thanks. I've recently had them lengthened. Now they go all the way up."
"Yes. Indeed, they do. What lovely creations they are, may I add." Jim still liked that punchline to an old joke.
"Aren't you sweet?"
"Perhaps, but you always look so spectacular. Why is that?"
"Because I am. You said it yourself. On our wedding night. Remember?"
"Remind me. When was that? It's still true, but I just can't remember."
Lizzie padded over to where Jim stood and stopped. She leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapped her left hand around his neck and began to kiss him. Meanwhile, her right hand sneaked down grabbed his balls outside of his pants, then whispered. "Think back, stud." She gripped him a little harder. "Remember that all-night sex marathon we had when we drained these balls? Afterward thinking you'd never have the desire to have sex again?"
Jim winced, but without any pain. He liked the way she grabbed his package, firm but not crushing. He felt the tingle that would soon instigate a rise in his reaction. "That was about a year ago. Wasn't it?"
She squeezed a bit harder. "No. It was last Saturday night. We've been married a week tomorrow."
"That was you?"
"Alright. Enough of this silly game. Are you going to take me to bed or take me to dinner?"
"Why can't we do both?"
"If you take me to dinner, will you have enough cash leftover to take me to bed? Remember, I said from the very beginning, no personal checks."
"I think tonight, I have enough for the Around-the-World Special service. I hope you got some rest today."
"Great. Which one of us goes first?"
She kissed him again -- much longer this time. Her grip on his balls went from clutching to massaging with the desired effect. She now had a handle to grasp and manipulate.
As odd as this conversation seemed, this is their playful code to each other about how they would like to have sex tonight. First, they wanted dinner, followed by the wedding night love-making experience where love and tenderness were the on-going themes. This would be followed by some regeneration time in the bubbly hot tub by candlelight. The Around-the-World special service was a game where just about anything goes as their wants and needs demanded at any given moment in their passion. They tended to be kinkier. He had needs. She had needs. They oftentimes experimented as they progressed into the night with blissful and loving relations. Instead of bringing others into their bedroom to spice things up, they brought role-playing scenarios.
They had been married, if fact, six years ago and were still very much in love. They had their careers, of course, but their home was their boundary and their sanctuary. They never let business, or their jobs interfere.
It was a good thing Lizzie hadn't applied her lipstick yet. It would have been smeared on Jim's face and shirt collar for sure. Just as the thought left her head, she went over to her vanity and picked up a random red shade of lipstick and put it on. She hurried back grabbing a pillow as Jim stood there with a quizzical look on his face. She dropped the pillow at his feet and quickly yanked at his zipper. Reaching in, she pulled his cock through the fly opening. After gently jerking on it a few times to harden it still more, she opened her lips and slipped his cock as deeply into her mouth as possible, collecting saliva. Then she pushed herself a little farther onto it until she was sure she could go no further, then closed her lips, leaving a red lipstick ring around his cock.
"I've been practicing deep throat with my soft, rubber dildo - with the vibrator off - of course. I wanted to put some lipstick on your dipstick -- if you don't mind. I think I'm getting better at it. Don't you?"
"Gee, I don't know. Try it again."
His cock was still glistening wet, but she wanted to be sure it was slippery enough. She stared at its reddening head and began salivating even more. Carefully, she began to slide his cock past her teeth, across her tongue and as deep as she could. Suddenly, but gently, Jim pushed the back of her head towards himself helping her swallow further. They both felt a slip forward and he was all inside her throat. He held her there for only a second or two, surprised at her lack of reaction. Calmly, she withdrew gathering the saliva and swallowing it. Her eyes were watered as she took a deep breath still looking at the length of hardened cock she had just inhaled. With her thumb and forefinger, she measured the difference between her two lipstick rings around his cock.
