It was rather late, Asgore knew, to go visiting a friend, but he had to do this tonight. As he walked down the dark sidewalk, which was lit by streetlights, heading towards a very large house, were he, his wife, and child resided in, he could feel his boner pressing against his jeans, his balls tensing.
He never felt this feeling, this absolute euphoria, in all his life. He was getting quite giddy from all the excitement, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't wait to get home.
Toriel was were Asgore expected her to be: sitting on the sofa, reading a book, her glasses close to the edge of her cute nose.
"I'm back!" Asgore announced.
Toriel looked up, frowning, closing her book and pressing her index finger against her lips, shushing him. "Quiet, Fluffybuns," she said, "I just put Frisk to bed."
"O, sorry," said Asgore, grinning sheepishly, lowering his tone to a whisper.
"So, did you find what you were looking for at Alphys?" Toriel asked, getting up from her respectful seat and walking towards him.
Asgore had to admit to himself that he lied to his wife, something he despised doing. He told a stupid story that he accidently forgot his trident at Alphys' house after he sparred with Undyne. Luckily she believed him and didn't press the matter any further.
"No, I'm afraid not," he said, shaking his head, "I'll search the garage tomorrow for it. That doesn't matter. Right now, I think it's time for you and me to spend some quality time together."
The next thing Toriel knew was that she was suddenly scooped up in her husband's strong arms, being carried up the stairs to their room.
She was a little surprised by his action, and for his need for sexual intercourse, if his seductive tone didn't suggest already, but she decided to play along.
"But shouldn't you be getting to bed early?" she said, teasing him, grinning, "Big boys need their rest."
Asgore quickly caught on what she was doing. "O, come now, mommy," he said, playing along, pouting and looking sad, "It's not a school night. I can stay up awhile longer."
They entered the master bedroom, and Asgore set Toriel down, closing the door behind him and locking it.
"Just for extra security measures," he said.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Toriel undressed herself with great interest. Even though she was growing old, age seemed to have no effect on her body: she still had perky breasts, each dotted with a pink, erect nipples, and her waist was still curvy, along with her tight thighs and bum.
"So, what do you want to do first?" he asked.
"Don't know," said Toriel, squashing her breasts together, "Why don't you decide for tonight."
"Me?" said Asgore, pointing to himself, looking a little shocked at the offer. "Usually it's you that calls all the shots for something like this."
"Yes," agreed Toriel, "But I've never asked you what you might want. So, I'm leaving you to decide for something like this."
So, Asgore was left to decide for himself. But what should he choose? Should he allowed to be teased? Or should he skip to the main course?
His throbbing penis was telling him to make up his mind quickly.
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