After eight years of living in the top floor apartment of a three deck urban house, Red and Maggie Arnold were spending their first evening in their own suburban home. It was a small home but it was theirs; theirs and the banks, that is. Rent payments were replaced with mortgage payments; instead of all utilities paid, they had to pay all their own utilities. But in the long run the thirty-year-old couple knew it would be worthwhile.
But tonight was a night to celebrate. After a hasty fast-food-restaurant supper, the two children were safely in bed. Not only were they in their own beds, they were in their own bedrooms. It was time for Red and Maggie to celebrate.
"Okay, Red, how do you want to celebrate," Maggie asked.
"You know me, Mag. My idea of celebrating anything is fucking you. What do you suggest?"
"I want more than a quickie," she responded.
The couple sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and cuddled. The late-night motion picture featured a famous beauty from the 1940s playing the role of a harem slave winning the heart of her ruler. It had no sex scenes but it was loaded with innuendoes.
"I'll be right back." Maggie jumped out of her seat and scurried off to her bedroom.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened. A few seconds passed before Maggie appeared. She entered the room fully clothed, on her hands and knees. She crawled to her husband's feet, placed her forehead on his shoe, and without looking up, asked, "Did you summon me, your highness?"
"Now what are you up to Maggie," Red asked.
"I'm making believe that I am a harem slave girl and that you are my master. Don't get any fancy ideas. I'm only play acting and we're going to reverse our roles some other time. Do you want to play?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Whatever your little, sex-filled heart desires that doen't cause pain or injury."
"I want to fuck you."
"You can do that later. Right now play. I want to know what sadistic ideas you have in your head."
"I want to pee all over you."
"Not in the living room here. You can do that later when we take a shower. Now be sensible. I'm trying to get you to play and to express yourself."
"I want you to suck my dick."
"I can't do that with your fly all zipped up. Take your cock out."
Red unzipped his trousers and took his cock out.
In a completely serious tone of voice, Maggie said, "Oh, Master, what a beautiful penis you have. May I have the honor of licking and sucking it?"
Red, finally catching on to the game, responded, "Yes, but you must lick the bottom side first."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Maggie took Red's penis in one hand, his two balls in her other hand, and licked the underside of his dick
"I did not authorize you to handle my balls. Now you will have to wash them with your mouth."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Maggie maneuvered both of Red's balls into her mouth and deliberately made loud slurping sounds as she jiggled them with her tongue.
"Take your clothes off, Maggie."
Maggie spit out his balls, giggled, and answered, "Yes, Master, Thank you, Master," and slowly disrobed.
First, she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her pink bra and her cleavage. She stepped back as her husband reached for her boobs. "Wait 'til I'm undressed." Red sat back on the couch.
Two buttons and her skirt fell to the floor exposing her matching pink panties.
"I like; I like," is all that Red could say.
She unsnapped her bra, shrugged her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. Two cone-shaped boobs pointed their erect nipples right at Red's mouth. He was drooling before he could even lick them with his tongue.
She turned her back to her husband as she lowered her panties and wiggled her ass.
