Date night, redefined

"Thanks for letting me tag along," Jason says, walking up beside Patricia and putting an arm around her waist.

William frowns slightly. It was supposed to be date night, but Jason just had to invite himself along. Then again, I suppose he SHOULD get out of the house more... See the sights, give the girls a break, and keep his hands off his... Stuff... For five minutes. Maybe it'll be good for us.

His eyes flicker to the boy, who's walking a little awkwardly... Probably because his baseball bat of a cock is stuffed into a pair of dress pants. The bulge is growing rapidly, too, as the boy's hand wanders down towards Patricia's ass.

William's frown grows as those errant fingers slip past her waistband. Patricia's wearing some tight black yoga pants, stretched to their limit by her huge rear end. The faint outline of her underwear is visible--No thong today, thank God. She had gotten dressed for a casual dinner with him, rather than to... Stimulate Jason.

But she's certainly doing so now: their guest's hand gropes and squeezes its way across her fat cheeks, and he's pulling her closer to her with every step. He says something to her, quietly, and she giggles... Leaning over a little to rest her head on his. They look like a couple of hormonal teenagers, out on a first date...

...Just like some of the people in the crowd nearby, actually.

They're just heading inside the local shopping mall: William and Patricia's usual date night consists of a movie at the theater, followed by dinner at their favorite Italian place across the street.

But as they arrive at the main junction, Jason and Patricia hang a right instead of a left.

"Um, guys? The theater's that way," William says, jogging a little to catch up with the nuzzling pair.

"Relax, we're running early," Jason replies. "I'm taking Trish shopping. Wanna come?"

"I--Uh--Y-yeah." What else am I gonna do, sit alone in an empty theater for 45 minutes?

As William stammers out his reply, Jason grins and leans in closer to Patricia. Another whisper from the boy, another giggle from the MILF.

"Where are we--Ah." William cuts his own question short as Jason ushers his wife into SMAK, an upscale clothing store. It's targeted at younger (and frankly sluttier) women, so it's not somewhere that he or Patricia have ever given a second glance... But she sure seems excited now.

Jason allows his hand to pull out of Patricia's yoga pants as she rushes off. He does give her a final little spank as she retreats, though, appreciating the way her ass wobbles as she heads deeper into the store to check out the merchandise.

Patricia's never been one for flashy clothing... Until now. Every short skirt, plunging neckline, and skintight, barely-there piece of fabric is an opportunity to get Jason hard--Or "help him with his condition," that is. She practically runs through the aisles, grabbing everything that catches her eye, wondering which one will make the boy's balls churn the hardest.

"Hi there! Can I help you find anything?" William looks up to see a goth-ish young woman approaching them. Her darkened lips are fixed in a saleswoman's smile, as she tries to figure out which of the men to look at.

"I think she knows what she's doing," Jason replies, nodding at Patricia as she bounces throughout the store. "But you can open a changeroom for her... And maybe grab us a few accessories. I like your choker."

"Aw, thanks so much! We've got a few kinds over--Um." The woman stops short as Jason walks right up to her, caressing her neck. "Hey there... Woah. Woah." As his body presses up against hers, she feels the long, hard lump in his pants. "...Maybe I'll just grab a few, and... Bring it to the fitting room with us?"

William wrinkles his brow in confusion as the young woman grabs a handful of chokers and leads Jason into the back. I thought the room was for Patricia?

Speaking of his wife, she's currently standing in the far corner with her purse in one hand and a thong in the other. She's practically salivating as she stares at the skimpy underwear... Imagining Jason seeing her in them, groping her in them, pulling them aside--

--But then she sees him arm-in-arm with the salesgirl, and frowns a little as they disappear into a changing booth. Both of the Greenes can hear their voices as they shuffle around inside:

"How easily do they snap?"

"Oh, they go on and off pretty easily--"

"No, I said snap. Like, how well do they hold up to being stretched?"

"Um, I'm not sure--"

"I'm asking if they'll break when I facefuck my girls."

There's a long pause.

"That... That would depend on..."

Another pause, then the sound of a zipper, then a gasp.

"...Oh my." The young woman sounds both terrified and delighted. "They... They might break, b-but... There's only one way to be sure, right?"

More shuffling. More gasping. Patricia and William can almost hear the salesgirl drooling...

...And they can definitely hear the sound of her throat getting stretched to its limit, as Jason's cock reshapes her willing body.

...Guuulck... Gmphck... Mmmmmgh...

Suddenly, there's a thunk across the store. William turns to see that his wife has dropped her purse, and her free hand is moving down towards her waistband. But halfway there she reconsiders, shaking her head in disbelief before picking up the purse.

Thank God, she's come to her senses, William thinks... Until he sees her striding confidently towards the changerooms.

"H-Honey, I don't think you should--Um, honey? Hon?"

She ignores him, disappearing behind the curtain.

Another gasp.

More shuffling. The curtain moves as three people wordlessly rearrange themselves within the tight space.

Another long, wet noise, this time accompanied by a steady lapping. Lick, lick, lick...

A groan: "...G-gonna... Gonna nut... Hngh! FUCK!"

William hears a sickening gurgle, and then the curtain moves again as something hits it hard. It gets shaken up a few more times, and soon a gooey white cascade appears out the bottom. Semen begins leaking from the booth, surging forward in viscous waves... Like water coming out from under a bathroom door with a broken pipe, only thicker and slower...

...A bit slower. The flow takes ages to stop, and by that time the ocean of semen stretches several feet into the store floor. As the gushing noises come to a close, William can hear the two women moaning... Purring... Fawning over the long, fat, cum-glazed cock that's hanging in their faces.

"...Mgh... Fuuuck, it tastes so good--"

"Move over, I wanna--Mmmm... Mphmhmm..."

"...Holy f-fuck, I think I'm g-gonna cum, j-just from--Aaah!"

After a few minutes of opulent slurping, the ladies grow quiet... And just as William's starting to get worried, the curtain parts a little and Jason walks through.

He's naked from the waist down, his semi-erect monster swinging between his knees. Each confident step is accompanied by a splat as globs of leftover semen drip from his urethra, painting the floor.

"Jesus Christ," William gasps as the boy approaches. "Jason, you're... You're not decent..."

"Yeah, I guess I'd better find some pants. I think the place nextdoor has menswear," Jason replies casually, walking right past the stupified man. "I'll meet you guys at the movie. If Trish doesn't wake up soon, you might have to go drag her out."

"Jason, you can't just... This is..."

"Oh, and don't forget to have her try on the stuff sitting on the bench. And a couple of those chokers--Fuck it, just buy it all. The girl's gonna give you a discount."

Before William can even begin to think up an appropriate reply, Jason's bare, slightly-toned ass disappears out into the mall.