Gary Mintram walked up to the door of his ranch-style single floor house. Nestled in the suburbs, it could have been mistaken for any other house around, aside from maybe the casted concrete dragon that sat beside the door. "To deter thieves," Ginger said when she placed it 40 long years ago. The dragon was tacky as hell, but she loved her fantasy, and Gary loved her, so it stayed.
"Gin-Gin I'm home!" Called the tall but fattening 60 year-old, with a receding gray hairline, and slight beer gut, he was beginning to show his age.
Ginger quickly turned the corner, she was a stout woman with dyed red hair and hair and glasses, it was clear she had been preparing for a night-out but hadn't gotten very far.
"Gingy, greeting me in nothing but a bathrobe? You haven't done that since we were kids," the man smiled toothily, even after 40 years of marriage, he still found his wife sexy as hell.
"Oh hush you," she leaned in for a kiss. "You know we are going out! To celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary."
"Oh, I...I forgot."
"No you didn't honey. I already saw the present."
"What?" asked Gary dejectedly
"Yeah, you left the bag on our bed silly. Don't worry, I didn't peek."
"Oh good." Gary said relieved.
"I hope it's jewelry. I've been needing some." she said as she turned from the door.
"Did you leave work early, my sexy prince charming?"
"Just for a bit my beautiful queen."
"Ohhh? To shop for me?"
"Sure! My sweet, let's go back to the bedroom and get ready for our night out." Ginger quickly took her husband's hand and began leading him back towards their bedroom.. The sensation of being pulled back was almost enough to make his cum by itself but he didn't.
The couple's bedroom was a massive airy space with a King Sized 4 poster bed with a canopy and hanging drapes.
Atop the bed lay a massive and heavy lynx fur bedspread that was demanded by Ginger. Ginger loved furs and owned several dozen. Gary was less enthused about them but didn't balk at them as some people did.
And the moment he saw Ginger rolling naked on the spread, he knew he made the right choice.
The bedspread was double sided as well, with empress chinchilla on the bottom so that Ginger slept without a sheet and completely naked with the chinchilla caressing her naked form.
Gary was a very lucky man, and he knew it.
"Gar-bear, love, do you hear that squeaking noise? I swear I can hear an almost living noise. Almost like a squeak. I just can't place it."
Gary pulled his voluptuous wife into a hug from behind. He searched and ran his hand beneath the fold of her bathrobe. Finding Ginger's nipple he toyed with it with his fingertips.
"Gin-Gin," he cooed in her ear, "this house is getting old, just like us. I'm sure it's just something with the pipes"