'It's good to know you still find me attractive,' said Margaret. 'I was worried that I'd lose you to that slutty cafe owner you were ogling. Not that I blame you of course. If I had a cock I'd want to fuck her as well.'
Alfred chuckled despite how odd it seemed to hear his wife talk so dirty. But then, she was a pervert, wasn't she? After all, she'd married him because his cock resembled her horse shaped dildo collection, and only a deviant slut played with stuff like that.
They took their seats at the table. Margaret poured them each a full cup of cream in their extra large tea cups, and then they drank it down. They emptied three jugs in quick succession.
'You know,' said Margaret as she reached for the fourth jug, 'you should try tasting your own cum sometime. It's a lot like this wonderful cream.'
Albert nodded. The idea didn't seem to be as repulsive as he expected.
'I've always wondered why you haven't. Surely you must have sprayed yourself in the face a few times when you've given yourself a titwank with those puppies.' She nodded at his chest.
He looked down. Two, beautiful teardrops hung from his chest. Did he always have those?
Margaret stood and went over to one of the shelves. There were several horse shaped dildos on display and she chose a long, black one. Were those there when they entered as well? She returned to his seat and he caught a glimpse of her cleavage down her top. Her breasts looked as though the years had never touched them.
'I think this romantic tea needs some entertainment. Give yourself a titwank for me baby. Remind me why I married you again.'