PLAYTIME — CHAP. XIX — A THURSDAY MEAL

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XIX –

A THURSDAY MEAL

Eating supper on Thursday night – their “together meal” night – Mary and John talked of the possibilities for another Saturday night by themselves, or maybe with friends. It was Sexy-Outfit night. Mary brought home the Colonel’s big bucket, with mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls, cole slaw, and the delicious Original. Butter spread liberally over the rolls and potatoes. Greasy and slimy.
John wore only gym shorts, a “brief” departure from his usual natty style at this weekly event. His wife came to the table in a pale blue teddy and skimpy matching panties. The swell of her breasts through the transparent fabric distracted him as he bit into his favorite piece, the breast.
“Anything new on your horizon?” he asked, biting into the chicken titty.
She spooned mashed potatoes into the gravy they shared, licked the remainder and said, “Oh, I’ve just been porn-surfing on the net. I came across one of those B&D sites, you know, bondage and discipline things.”
“Did that turn you on?” he inquired with a bite of coleslaw.
“Some women seem to think they prove their love for their man if they’re willing to do whatever he wants them to do. Even if it’s whipping, or giving them to other men, or pain, or piercing, or even things like branding. Can you imagine?”
“Harsh. Maybe the man ought to be willing to prove his love for the woman by being willing to do the same….”

“Well, for most couples, apparently, one always seems to be the dominant one.” “And one is the submissive?” he asked.
“I guess.