Xmas Eve Date Night

What to wear, what to wear? Carol didn't know, she was aiming for something red as Tom was already wearing his fancy green shirt. They weren't heading to the fanciest restaurant in town, but she didn't mind those places were overly expensive and a little more too high society for her.

At first, she aimed for something a bit warmer, but unfortunately it was already quite warm for December. Carol finally landed on the skintight dress that showed off her nipple piercings. The dress ended right above her waist, but a pair of straps came down the sides and wrapped around her thighs, tightly.

"I love that one, really shows off your ass." Tom entered the room. He looked good in green. His salt and pepper hair made the look come together. He was even wearing pants, which he disliked, but Carol really liked to see him struggle when a tent appeared in them, like right now.

"I guess we're ready."

It definitely wasn't one of the top ten fanciest restaurants in their town but an overall favorite of theirs. Tom had made reservations weeks in advance, and the couple also investigated the menu for what had felt like hours. In the end they both settled on a nice sirloin steak.

Tom was always the gentlemen and opened up the door for Carol and made no effort to hide the fact he snuck looks at her ass. Carol stifled a laugh at hearing Tom make an attempt stifle a groan from his restricted cock.

Carol spoke to hostess behind the podium at the table. "We have a reservation."

"Wehns? Table for two?" The perky hostess asked. Tom couldn't help but stare at her cleavage, it seemed the restaurants uniform required cleavage for all the women. Meanwhile the men wore rather tight pants, another reason Carol liked this place.

They were sat down at a nice booth. Before the hostess left the couple ordered simple rum and cokes and took a look at menu just to confirm what they wanted.

Carol stuck with steak and looked up to see her husband staring at a waitress taking an order at the table opposite them, it seemed they also had ass cleavage. She sunk below the table out of playful jealousy and crawled over to her husband pants. Kissing the bulge caused a jump out of Tom. As she began freeing his cock, she noticed the waitress came back to the table, placing drinks on the table along with breadsticks.

"Sorry to ruin the moment but are you ready to order?"

"Yes, I am." Carol responded quickly letting the cock bounce out.

"Yeah, me too." Tom said only Carols trained ear could hear the sadness.

Carol popped back up into her seat. She ordered her steak, and Tom mirrored her order. He gently clutched his cock while staring at the waitress, which the woman smiled at.

Once she got the order on the tablet the waitress walked away, slowly. "Why didn't you slap her ass?" Carol asked?

"Huh?"

"Didn't you see her wiggle her ass? She obviously wanted you to."

Tom shook his head. He was always bad at reading women. But still a man would've obviously stuck his ass in his face, so maybe it was something only other women would pick up.

"Fine don't believe me." Now she misread him. "But I think I see my own eye candy." Carol had the perfect view of a booth behind Tom, of a couple fucking each other's brain out.

Tom turned to see what she was looking at, it was an awkward angle for him, so once he confirmed he merely turned back towards his wife. The couple were starting to get louder as time went on. He didn't mind he liked to hear the moans, the wet slapping, and anything else. It all added to the atmosphere of the restaurant.

While Carol toyed with herself Tom took a breadstick. Rather than properly eating it he found it himself getting distracted and simply gnawing on the bread. His own blood-stiffened cock was another distraction, but he didn't want to cum until dinner was over, or at least at the table. His wife however was getting more and more lost in her own movements.

Tom watched as one of his favorite things about Carol pursued. She was one hell of a squirter. The shower flowing from between her legs altered most of the restaurant, getting a few joyous yelps and hollers as her faucet closed.

"Beautiful." Tom whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

The waitress retuned barely acknowledging the puddle she walked through, although her she held both plates Toms attention was taken lower. She had lowered her pants quite a bit, he could almost see her lower lips.

She placed the meals on the soaked table. "Anything else I can get you?" This time Tom noticed the waitress half-face his wife more shoving her far more bared ass within his vision.

He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by him a second time. He made her bubbly ass wobble and left a mark on her left cheek.

"I think there is one more thing." He squeezed her ass.

Tom found his steak to be heavenly. But kept getting distracted by the woman blowing him under the table. Not that that was a bad thing. The restaurant was able to let the waitress get distracted for an extended amount of time since they would be closing soon due to the holiday. And she lent her services willingly and happily. She would swap between the couple. Carol found the woman just as distracting in all the right ways.

"Can I get you more drinks?" A different waiter came up to ask, taking over for his colleague.

"Hm... Sure" Tom replied as the waitress throated him in one move. As the waiter left Carol was able to spot him pull his hard cock out.

Half-way through the meal Tom could feel himself building to a climax, even jerking his cock when the waitress wasn't sucking him. Carol could tell he wasn't going to hold out much longer and tapped the woman on the head, and gestured in the direction of the solid cock, the waitress happily responded.

The waiter returned with the drinks. He grabbed onto his cock, as he walked to the next table.

Tom felt the woman return to his cock, with ****. She was going to make him in cum in her mouth, and he had no say in it. He was okay with that. With a groan he released a day's worth of build up into her. As his cock pulsed several shots of cum the waitress stayed locked to his shaft.

"Don't you dare swallow any of that!" Carol shouted underneath the table. "I want it on my steak." The woman was disappointed but obeyed the customer.

She came up from beneath the table sitting next to Carol, cheeks full of Toms cum. Hovering over the half-eaten plate of food the waitress let the cock juice flow out like a thick, white waterfall.

Carol gripped the chin of the waitress. With precision Carol stuck out her tongue and licked some jizz on the corner of the waitress' mouth. Tom missed that scene as he found himself refocused on his steak.

"Anything else?" The now wide-eyed waitress asked.

"Yes, actually." Tom said. "One more thing..."

The waitress accepted the request he gave her. It was what she expected the male customer to say the first time. She kicked her shoes off. Crawled up on to the table. And finally lowered her pants a little to the right of Toms face, so as not be directly over his nearly finished plate.

Carol watched the woman's eyes winded once her husband's expert tongue touched her holes. She couldn't help but give the cute woman a kiss, with the secret goal of exploring the woman's mouth for anymore of her husband's nectar.

Tom noticed the waitress was soaking wet and his own drool was only helping it roll down her leg. So, he licked that up to, all the way up her leg.

Carol finished her plate, Tom finished after. The waitress got off the table to retrieve her shoes. Pants still down she asked "Any desert? Half off today!"

Tom looked at his wife to see the answer, which was obvious. "Naw, just the check."

A moment later the waitress returned with the check and a half-adjusted outfit. Tom gave her another smack on the ass, eliciting another yelp and leaving another mark on the other cheek.

The couple left the table with an extra generous tip.

On the way out the door they spotted their waitress bent over a table and her being pulled while getting ass fucked by the waiter that had taken over for her.