(This takes place directly after Noodles 2. If you don't read Noodles 1 and 2, you may not be able to catch on as easily.)
Marsha finally allowed George off the bed after the last explosion in her mouth. As she seductively smiled at her naked prisoner, she asked him softly what the plan was for that day. After all, she reasoned that both she and George would be alone until at least the next night while her husband and his wife were off to a hotel somewhere in the District of Columbia to fuck each other's brains out. Surely she thought the two of them could do something interesting.
The first thought that crossed George's mind besides the remembrance of Marsha's mouth on his worn out member was that his stomach was completely empty. This meant lunch and that meant they had to get dressed. Marsha's eyes lit up at the mention of lunch. One of the things both of these spurned spouses had in common was a love for seafood and being only an hour away from the Chesapeke Bay, George knew that there was a local crab place nearby where he could get a bushel of the bay's finest for a very modest sum. As George slipped on a t shirt, Marsha walked up to him and slowly ran her fingers up his inside thigh. George moaned in pleasure as Marsha then stepped away and slowly picked out a very tight sundress.
George could tell that Marsha was going to go without undergarments. The last night and that morning seemed to have invigorated her in ways unknown to George although he loved the way she was teasing him. George decided to forego his briefs for this trip also and slipped on a pair of khaki shorts and a pair of sandals just to get to the crab place.
At the crab place, George and Marsha walked in amid the stares of the attendants. George they recognized from his previous visits for the different parties they provided the seafood for. However they didn't recognize the Welsh goddess next to him wearing little more than fabric over her curves. As they weighed out the crabs and the pound of peel and eat shrimp he ordered, some of the male attendants kept stealing glances at Marsha. George felt a pang of jealousy, but he also felt a swell of pride inside as none of the attendants ever seemed to steal glances at Sue.