Weeknights: Friday

"Hey honey, I'm home," I call out as I step through the garage door into the mud room behind the kitchen, "Are you ready to go?" Friday is date night, an excuse to go to a restaurant, spend extra money on good food, have some drinks, live a little. My wife Eliza steps around the doorway into the kitchen. She's wearing a flirty red and black halter dress that follows her very braless curves tightly down to her hips where it goes loose and billowy before it terminates just above her knees. Her calves are sleek down to her strappy black cork wedges. It appears she picked up some blond highlighting in her hair, tamed in gentle waves down to her collarbone. "I'm ready!" she announces, prowling over and hugging me in greeting. After a tight squeeze, I step back and lift her hemline up to her navel, revealing a freshly waxed vulva that shines like it's just been oiled. I lose five straight seconds staring wordlessly. Eliza brings me back to consciousness with a womanly giggle and twirls away through a full 360, floating her skirt high enough to reveal everything. She comes to a stop facing away, holding her skirt up to her back and bent over to show me her perfect pink anus. "You look fantastic tonight, honey." I half-say, half-sigh.

The immediate ache in my groin causes me to quickly adjust myself with one hand. I'm fully rock-hard at this show, tenting my pants in a glaringly obvious way. Head cocked back over her shoulder to see my reaction to her spread ass, Eliza notices my discomfort immediately "Oh, honey...did you not grab a fuck at the office before you left?" she says, turning with concern in her eyes. I explain that I used my lead analyst Kate's vagina around 2pm but most of my regular work partners cleared out especially early for the weekend after that. By the time I stopped working long enough to notice my needs, it was time to get home and I was hungry enough that I decided not to hunt around before leaving. Eliza strokes my bulge tenderly, "Want to use me before we leave?" My stomach growls right at that moment. I look from my beautiful, made-up wife to the clock on the microwave and consider the relative aches in my abdomen and my balls. "Let's just get there and get on the list. The waiting area will come soon enough." I finally decide with ****.

***

We're in the restaurant fifteen minutes later after a car ride spent with Eliza's hand massaging me through my pants and more than a little speeding on my part. The place we're at is a favorite of ours, a gourmet brewpub with dark wood decor and muted lighting, not too expensive but sort of trendy. Just in front of the door, at her podium, is the the stereotypical restaurant hostess: a medium-dark brunette, hair in a tight ponytail, lean and above-average pretty of apparent age nineteen. No doubt the best-looking employee, chosen to be the face of the establishment.

She's wearing a functional black bra, black thigh-highs and nothing else, save for the flat shoes of those that work standing. Cock raging as I walk up, I stare at her nicely manicured pubic triangle hard enough to leave a mark and get a lovely, nonjudgmental smile in return. "Welcome to The Last Cask, are you a party of two?" she chirps. I put our name on the list and get told it'll be a twenty minute wait for a booth seat. The bar is open, of course, and standing room only, of course, I can clearly see from here. "Are you on the menu at any point?" I ask her. While it would be rude to ask for sex from someone that needs to be available to other customers, it's not uncommon for businesses to rotate employees around multiple roles for just this reason. She gives me a well-practiced sad face, "It's just me here from 8 pm 'til close." That's a bit later than ideal, and Eliza gives me a comforting pat on the shoulder and tugs me away to the waiting area nearby.

Fortunately, restaurant waiting areas tend to be low-key, hours-long orgies as people roll in and out and this one's no exception. In the front, glass corner of the restaurant, two six foot benches in an L-shape frame a pit of pillows piled over easy-clean thick padded flooring. On the left bench, a thirtyish man in slacks and a blue dress shirt is getting sucked off by a plump older woman kneeling on the floor in front of him, her grey hair pulled back in temporary bun. The seated man is talking to what appears to be his date on the bench next to him - a cherubic younger redhead in black cocktail dress. She's kicked off her shoes somewhere to pull one leg up next to her and is running a bullet vibe lazily on her clit while nodding along alertly to the man's patter. Their situation has all the appearances of a classic first date.

To the right of these two is what appears to be the husband of the older woman, a grey-haired fellow in a sweater and corduroy pants. Next to him is a flamboyantly dressed younger man with a meticulously groomed black stubble beard. These two have their cocks out and are energetically jerking each other off, the older man watching his wife lovingly while the younger man is staring at his phone, texting rapidly. Around the corner, on the next bench are another blond guy, and a blonde and an asian girl both dressed for a night out. Their fashionable bras cup just the underside of their small breasts, leaving their nipples exposed. They're mostly looking at phones, but I suspect that this is a foursome of friends, including Stubble Beard. The blonde girl is pulling small droplets of leftover cum from the blonde guy's limp but visibly wet dick up to her mouth with her free hand while the asian girl is playing with herself rather aggressively under her miniskirt. A space on the end of the bench is conveniently open for Eliza and I to use.

Nearing the end of the bench with my wife on my arm, I undo my belt and pull my rigid, dripping cock out, intending to have Eliza ride me the instant I can sit down. As we approach the asian girl looks up at us, eyes tracking from my exposed manhood to my clothed wife and before I can ask my Eliza for some urgent service, the girl waves at us. Our attention caught, "Did you want to use that...?" she asks, gesturing with a finger from Eliza to my bare prick. My wife graciously declines her own default right to my cock: "Go right ahead, I actually masturbated right before we left the house but he could really use some attention." With a grateful expression, the asian girl hops off the bench as my wife takes the open seat. "Wonderful, I'll take care of everything! I'm Seung, by the way," she squeaks, stepping up to me and tugging my pants down before pushing me onto my back in the pillow pit. In a few more moments she's straddling over my dick, facing her friends. Looking down, I can see her thick black bush as she pushes her miniskirt out of the way to line me up with her pussy opening.

Her tiny opening snaps over my cockhead firmly and as she works her way down my shaft me it's both a huge relief and almost painful as the pressure building in my testicles increases even further. Seung starts a slow rock on me while her vaginal muscles warm up. She's very tight as you might expect of a girl her size. From flat on my back, I look up her small body; above her skirt is a flat, un-muscled stomach leading up to small, conical tits with brown-pink nipples pointing sharply forwards. Her face is pointed away, listening to her friends' recently restarted conversation. From the upper edge of my vision I notice Eliza leaning over, elbows on her knees, looking down into my face with a smirk. "Is that better?" she asks sincerely. "Soon enough," I answer, grabbing Seung by her hips at the same time and coaxing a faster, harder ride from her. Seung doesn't look away from her socializing, but increases her tempo and starts rubbing her clit. She comes shortly thereafter, quickly and casually, shuddering for a brief minute before resuming a lazy grind to help me finish while returning her attention to her group.

As I let her grind on me, I notice the young man at the far end twitch and thrust forcefully up into the older woman's mouth. For her part, the lady clearly leans into it and her cheeks puff out with the sperm filling her mouth. She milks his ball sack firmly with one hand as if trying to make sure he doesn't withhold a drop from her. He quickly stops spasming and relaxes back onto his seat, pulling himself from the woman's frozen lips in the process. She's expertly swept him clean in that one move. Standing up with cheeks still bulging, she steps over to the man's date and, getting a shy nod of acknowledgement from the cute ginger, she gives her a slow kiss that transfers enough of the man's semen to relax her jaw. Both women swallow and then exchange polite small talk about his flavors before the older woman returns to a seat next to her husband, who is now buried to the hilt in the young man's mouth. Her husband's eyes are closed as he pushes his partner's head down and she kisses him on the cheek sweetly before taking her phone out of her purse.

Seung's grind has me ready to blow at this point but this is date night after all. Hopeless romantic that I am, I want to involve my date somehow. I look up to Eliza, who's playing with my hair while looking at her phone, still leaning forward to be close to me. "Sit on my face while I come, hon?" I ask. Eliza smiles and plops her phone down into her purse, "Of course". She slides forward, lifting her hemline up around her waist and slowly lands her oiled vulva firmly on my mouth. I give her a few all-over licks, flick her clit briefly and shove my tongue as far up her snatch as I can reach. Her scents and textures push me to the brink almost immediately and in my animal state I arch my head further back and lick over her taint. Sensing my intent, Eliza sits down harder so that I can **** my tongue into her asshole. My wife's anus wrapped around my tongue is more that I can bear - I use my grip on the little asian's slender hips to slam her down from the furthest extent of her motion. Holding Seung there with my cockhead nuzzled firmly against her cervix and my tongue lodged in my wife's rectum, I release as my load explosively at long last. When my cock eventually stops flailing, I go limp, withdrawing my tongue from my wife's ass. Eliza slides off my face to sit on her knees beside me in my afterglow. It felt like I pumped a liter into Seung's tiny body.

With her cunt packed full of my jizz I hear her mumble, "Wow, how long were you waiting, mister?" She rubs her body tenderly just above her mons, sitting me for a minute and marveling at the absurd fullness of her fluid-stretched guts. As she pauses there, the hostess arrives holding a stack of menus. Looking directly at my fuckbuddy, she calls "Seung, party of four?" The blond pair gets up and works around us towards the employee, but Stubble Beard is having his head stuffed with cream at this very moment judging by the twitching of the older man, and Seung is obviously not at liberty to depart immediately. "We'll be right there!" Seung says and the hostess nods and leads her friends away. Slowly, carefully, Seung lifts herself forward off my prick, maintaining a tight vaginal grip to the very tip of me until I pop free. I hastily pull my shirt out of the way an instant before a flood of my semen pours from her onto my modest abs, making a lake that threatens to run down both my sides at once. Holding back the tide with one hand, Seung looks from the massive pool beneath her to see Eliza already licking her lips and leaning forward. At the obvious hunger in front of her, Seung sighs with relief "I'm glad you wanted an appetizer, because I wouldn't have room left for dinner if this was all mine!"