A battle of wills and a batch of butter

As William walks arm-in-arm with his wife, headed towards the movie theater, his mind is at war with itself:

It's so nice spending time with your wife. She's so beautiful. Isn't it nice that she's so happy and confident lately?

Happy? Confident? Your wife still has semen in her hair. She's wearing a collar that says "MILF." Her tits are squeezing out of the top AND bottom of a tiny pink tube top. The matching thong isn't enough to cover her pussy, let alone those huge ass cheeks. See that boy over there, watching her as you walk by? Yup, he's jerking off. That's what your wife is now: bimbo eye candy.

...Yeah, but... Look at the smile on her face. She looks so comfortable in those clothes--She even kissed that employee goodbye, and hugged you when you paid for all of it.

The hug was sticky.

The hug was warm.

The hug was warm AND WET. She was still covered in--

--Nevermind that. She cleaned off in the bathroom afterwards, didn't she? That must count for something.

You had to BEG her to go clean up.

But she did it! She listened to me... She trusts me! Look how excited she is, to be going out on a date--

--Look how excited she is, to go see Jason again.

"I..." William clears his throat, looking to his wife for reassurance. "I love you, honey. It's so nice going out with you--Spending some time together, getting out of the house..."

"I love this too," Patricia replies, running a hand through her sticky hair before letting it linger on the bedazzled choker. She feels so naked: a formerly-modest housewife, dressed like the boldest hooker imaginable. But even as she squirms under the gaze of every mallgoer who passes, it feels so right.

She glances at her husband. "I... I love you t--Jason!"

They're just outside the theater now, and Jason is leaning against a nearby wall. He's wearing a brand-new pair of pants: they're baggy, almost like old-school parachute pants--But not baggy enough to hide the monster dong that's stuffed into one leg. There's also an unusually-long velcro fly in the front: it stretches from just under the waistband to the very bottom of the crotch, allowing the entire front to open up at a moment's notice.

The moment Patricia catches sight of him, she runs over... Then stop short, some small speck of self-awareness dawning. But as she stands there awkwardly, waffling between the way she wants to greet him and the way she should, Jason takes the initiative.

"Heya Trish," he says, stretching up to place a hand on the back of her neck. "...Looking good..." As he pulls her down, their lips meet, and she lets out a moan... Which only intensifies as his other hand squeezes one of her naked ass cheeks.

Leaning further into the boy's embrace, Patricia begins lifting one leg, bringing her crotch to the bulge in Jason's... Rubbing up against him... Practically pinning him against the wall with her voluptuous body. Soon there's a slow riiip as the velcro keeping Jason's meat contained begins to give way--

"H-hey, guys? The movie's gonna start soon," William says, approaching and putting an arm around his wife's waist. "C'mon, we gotta--"

"Sure, sure." Without regard to William's intruding arm, Jason cops one more feel of the MILF's ass before handing her over. Patricia's body still gravitates towards his, almost straining against her husband...

...But after one final kiss they're seperated, and the trio set off towards the ticket counter.

Jason stands off to the side as William pays for the tickets and snacks, arm still locked around Patricia. The middle-aged man's mind and senses are increasingly dull, at least when it comes to his family's behavior... But even so, the brazen way his wife is dressing and acting has him in a protective state. He's glad that she won't be alone with Jason again, even if they do have to rejoin him and allow him to intrude on their private time--

"You forgot the drinks," Jason says, looking up from his phone.

"Uh, I didn't know you wanted--"

"Of course we need soda! I mean, you and I do, anyway. I'm sure Trish can find something else to drink." William feels Patricia shudder at that, and she even lets out a little moan. "Here, give her that popcorn. She can help me butter it while you go back and get those drinks, hmm?"

Embarassed of his (nonexistent) mistake, William lets go of his wife and heads to the back of the line. Meanwhile, Patricia leaps at the chance to get back into Jason's arms.

He leads her to the other side of the lobby, where a condiment counter sits in an isolated corner. Patricia sets down the two large bags of popcorn--But before she can hit the button on the butter dispenser, Jason hops up on the counter, spreading his legs.

"This greasy, fake-ass butter isn't good enough for you and William," he says, tugging his fly open. "You get the fresh stuff."

Patricia is already falling to her knees, and as his fat cock springs out, it slaps her across the face hard enough that half of the other people in the lobby turn to look--

--But not William, who's busy talking to the cashier.

Once she's recovered from the blow to her cheek, Patricia opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue, and begins slurping on Jason's swollen tip. It's already the size of an apple and still growing, so she hurries to get at least some of his girth into her throat before it becomes impossible. Both hands fly up to assist, stroking up from her distended lips to the base of his cock, taking a moment to fondle his pant-stretching balls, then making the return trip back down the length.

"Ungh... Y-yeah, just like that," he grunts, taking a moment to lean over and dispense regular, not-nut-butter onto his own bag of popcorn. Then, as he feels an orgasm approaching, he hands the other bag down to Patricia.

"Don't swallow it all... Save some for the movie," he moans, pushing her away. "H-here it comes--FUCK!"

As Patricia's lips pull off his cock, it begins spewing an impossibly-thick load... All over her face, her chest, and the bag of popcorn balanced on her lap.

"Fuck--" SPLURT "--Keep stroking--" SPLURT "--Good girl--" SPLURT

Eyes wide, Patricia rubs her thighs together and tries not to scream with ecstacy as the warm, gooey emission coats her skin. She can feel it sliding down her tiny top, between her breasts... Pooling in her belly button... And most deliciously of all, the popcorn is swimming in the stuff. She can hardly see the actual food anymore, since every square inch of the top of the bag is covered in a thick layer of baby-batter... Like the roof of her family home, after a heavy snowfall.

Leaning back a little, she licks her lips--Triggering an instantaneous orgasm. "Mph--J-Jason--Mmmmgh..."

Moving quickly, Jason leans down and grabs the bag as she topples over onto the floor. Propping the now-topheavy container against the side of the counter, he hops to his feet and squats down.

"C'mon, better get yourself up," he says, his softening member still drooling cum onto the prone woman's navel. "I think your husband's coming."

Giving her a hand, they both manage to get themselves upright and somewhat-decent--Not counting the dark stain on the front of Jason's pants, and the massive amount of cum dripping down Patricia's chest.

"Hey, got the--Woah," William gasps, as he walks over with a large soda in each hand. "...Um..."

"We had a little accident with the butter dispenser, didn't we?" Jason gives Patricia a little spank, sending a shiver up her spine. "Your wife's such a dumb bimbo sometimes."

"Uh... Well, um, you shouldn't say things like--"

"N-no, it's true," Patricia giggles, wiping her face with her hand before slurping up its sticky contents.

"...Let me get you a napkin," William sighs, before rushing to help his wife clean up.

"Hurry up, you two," Jason says with a smirk, beginning to walk off towards the auditorium. "I swear, you old folks take so long to get anywhere!"