Pizza, plans and playtime

Hellen settled on pizza for dinner, and they were in luck, the nearby town of Innsbridge had a local pizzeria that did deliveries. This allowed them enough time to take off their outfits and turn back. Mark missed the feeling of breasts during the transformation back while Hellen felt weird about her having no trouser snake anymore. Both decided not to mention it as it was most likely part of the magic.

The pizza arrived just a bit after the 30 minutes described on their website, but they didn’t complain about it. Afterall, they did live quite a distance away from the town. With warm pizzas in hand Hellen entered the living room where Mark had prepared the coffee table for them to sit at. They sat next to one another in silence once more but as soon as Hellen opened her box Mark couldn’t help but pull a disgusted face.

“What? Don’t you like pineapple on pizza? Does it hurt your meme brain?” Mark tried to stay disgusted but eventually cracked at the dumb faces Hellen made while teasing him. “Maybe you should try it, it’s really not bad, it’s nice and fresh.”

Mark shook his head in absolute defiance. “I don’t know what would be worse the cum or the pineapple on pizza and I don’t care to find out, you heathen. I can’t believe a married a woman who is willing to defile something as holy as pizza.”

“Says the man who made a spaghetti- chicken curry smoothie once.”

“ That was an experiment with creative cooking, trying new combinations.”

“There is being creative in the kitchen” she says as she held up a slice, “and there is whatever madness that was.”

“How dare you, that madness was very tasty I will tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s why you never make it for yourself ever again. Well, I’ll stay with my memey madness right here” she stuck out her tongue before taking a comically large bite. Mark couldn’t hold it anymore and started laughing. This was why he liked being around her so much, she always managed to catch onto any bit he was doing. Hellen started laughing due to Mark’s infectious snort-giggle which caused her to nearly chook on the oversized bite.

Hellen and Mark kept joking around and talking about ideas for the mansion in between pizza slices. Hellen was talking about perhaps having a company build a fancy swimming pool in the garden when she noticed Mark staring at her. She cocked her head to the side, “Do I have some pizza on my face?”

Mark smiled sweetly and shook his head. “No, it’s just that it’s been a while since we got to just relax like this together and it’s been even longer since I’ve seen this fire in your eyes.”

Even with all the events of the past weeks Hellen had noticed she had more energy. Quitting her soul-devouring job was beyond just relieving, it felt like being reborn. She remembered how demolished she would be once she got home and how Mark always tried to make her life that small bit easier for her, even when he had his own job on the side. She caressed his larger hairy hands, “Let’s do some catching up and then some more.”

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Mark did the dishes and stored the Pizza away in the fridge. Luckily the people who cleaned out the items for others in the will also cleaned the kitchen and one of the bathrooms. Probably on the orders of Hamid. Hellen had gathered the entire maid’s outfit and placed it on the bigger table. She had also had her laptop out and sat on the couch typing away.

Mark sat down on the opposite side of the couch and watched her type away. Eventually she stopped and looked over at him. “Okay so I started putting some thoughts on paper. I’ll let you read it in a bit but first let’s talk about sex and how we are going to do it.”

“It’s quite simple really honey, you stick the other person with the pointy end.” He said with a terrible Spanish accent while faking a sword twirl and stab.

“Really? Game of thrones?” she said with an unmoving face.

“No, the mask of Zorro was first” he waved it off “never mind, it was a bad joke anyway. What did you have in mind?”

She sighed before reading some notes out loud. “We’re going to need a safe word, if we are going to do things like this more often. We are going to need to discuss what we should or shouldn’t do and how we should introduce new things. We will want to start making plans for the mansion. It’s going to take a few days to explore all the corners of this place so in the meanwhile we should consider what to do with the place. And lastly, I think we need to spend a day soon trying to experiment with the magic and try and understand it.”

“Agreed and I suppose we should get the safe word out of the way immediately, right?” Hellen nodded in response. “Any ideas? It needs to be unmistakable in any situation and is not part of anything sexual.”

Mark snorted. “Nothing sexual, well the answer is obvious, no? Pineapple!”

“Nope food related sex might still happen. Wait, what about Tangamoa? From the short story you wrote a few years back?” Hellen said.

“Well, it is a bit weird, but I suppose that is the point and I don’t think I’ll be returning to it again so why not. Tangamoa it is.”

“What about when we can’t talk?” Hellen added “3 taps, pause, 3 taps?”

“Should work and I suppose if neither safe words are an option in the play, we discuss what will happen in the play beforehand to ensure each other’s safety.” Hellen nodded in agreement.

“One down” Hellen bounced back onto her laptop and typed a few things.

The couple then spent the next hour discussing limits and boundaries. Hellen noted them in her laptop each time they got a point discussed.

• Hellen won’t use Mark’s body as it creeps him out, Mark can still use Hellen’s body, she doesn’t mind fucking herself.

• No male orgasm fluids (Cum and sperm) in Mark’s mouth or on his face, rest of the body is perfectly fine.

• No third person involved as of right now just us two, it’s already complicated as is.

• Always honor the safe word.

• Be honest and open to one another. If we stop hearing, we start hurting.

Hellen closed her laptop and looked Mark straight in the eyes and asked him, “What do you want to do tonight?”