John unlocked the door of the ice cream parlour which he and his wife had owned for the past three years at the beach resort. It was an overcast, damp day, so it will be quiet today, but nevertheless people will still want ice cream.

John looked over at his wife carrying some 99 flakes and cones from.the car. He loved the fact she wore 50s style dress, complete with heels and seemed stockings. He went a picked the boxes of sauce from the car and locked it. He followed his wife admiring her legs and exposed shoulders.

As they entered the parlour, they felt something was off.

"Listen" said John.

"It's too quiet" said Laura.

"Oh hell" said John as he realised the light they left on overnight was off and the freezers were not whiring away.

Laura ran over to the freezer in the counter. All of the ice-cream was in various stages of defrosting. The dug a scoop in the chocolate flavour tub, it was liquid.

"Its all melted. Check the stock freezer" she said to John.

John dashed into the back and opened the chest freezer and found the stock was soft, but not melted as much as the counter freezer.

John went to the cupboard to check the fuse box. All was switched on. He toggled the switches, bit nothing changed. He took out his phone and checked the website for the local power company.

"Shit" he muttered as he read the page. He shouted to Laura "Laura, there is a fault which wont be fixed until tonight".

Laura walked into the storeroom hands on hips. "That's just great" she said with frustration in her voice. "We will have to bin all this"

"Yep" said John.

They walked over to the counter. John picked out a tub but there was a split which he didn't notice. Ice cream splatted on to the floor as he went carried to the sink. There was a tap on the window. John spun around and shook his head at the potential customer. "Sorry we're closed, no power" he called. The couple looked at John, shrugged their shoulders and wondered off.

"Miserable sods" he muttered and turned to dump the ice cream in the sink.

Suddenly John slipped in the ice cream. He let go of the tub to save him self. The tub flew through the air covering his wife's hair, shoulders and the back off her dreas with chocolate ice cream. The tub fell to the floor with a crack and a splat as ice cream covered the floor and her stockings. She turned around, face like thunder.

"What the hell John" she shouted.

The shock of the whole situation made John loose his grip on the bench and he slid to the ground into the slick liquid on the floor.

They stared at one another and laughed. Laura reached for the strawberry ice cream and carefully stood over the top of John.

"See how you like it." she said as she poured the cold ice cream over his head. Once the tub was empty, she tossed it aside satisfied with her work. John scopped up some of the ice cream from his crotch and threw it at her legs. She screamed and slipped onto Johns lap. She felt John's aroused penis, and had to admit she felt turned on as well.

She looked at John. "Are you going to get me back?" she asked.

John silently stood up and got a tub of Mango flavoured ice cream and poured the contents over his wifes chest. She moaned as the cold liquid ran down her cleavage and front of her now ruined dress. John then poured a rasberry flavour over her, followed by vanilla.

Laura lay down on the floor, sliding on the mess they made. She lifted up her skirt and scooped the ice cream into her panties. Sliding her fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure.

John stood over her and watched his wife, legs akimbo, pleasuring herself. He reached down and tore open the front of her dress and released her tits from her bra. He poured the remaining tubs ice cream over her breasts. He knelt inbetween her legs and rubbed the slimy liquid over her breasts and stocking clad legs. He burried his head into her tits covering himself in the mess. Laura took off his t-shirt and massaged the mess into his chest.

His wife looked in his eyes. "Fuck me now" she called.

John released his hard cock, moved her ruined panties to one side and fucked his wife hard. They climaxed together and he collapsed onto her panting.

After a moment, there was a sound of a moan.

They turned and looked at the source of the noise. A woman stood at the entrance of the counter looking embarrassed with one hand down her moist knickers, skirt hiked up around her waist and the other hand in her blouse.

"H-hi" she stuttered. "I'm from the council food business inspection team"...