"Well, I certainly hope you two enjoy your trip," Jeremy said to Mike as Meg went to grab her last piece of luggage. A fairly stout lad with dark brown hair & an easy smile, he still looked small compared to the bear of a man that was Mike.
Jet-black hair, chiseled jawline, fierce green eyes, broad shoulders, a body like an oak tree with limbs to match... and he was a big ol' teddy bear inside. Meg always said his looks were enough to keep her safe, yet he was the most kind-hearted man she could ever ask for.
The two men had met during a charity fundraiser basketball tournament, and quickly became fast friends despite their fifteen-year age difference.
"Oh, we definitely will," Mike replied as he glanced around the living room to make sure he hadn't forgot anything. "And thanks again for agreeing to house-sit. It's not easy finding somebody we're both comfortable with to have free reign of the place."
"Hey, it gets me out of the dorms over the weekend. With my roommates, I'm still getting the far better deal here," Jeremy replied with a chuckle.
"Oh, I don't know about
that,
" Mike replied, licking his lips as his eyes slowly traveled up and down his wife of twelve years before settling on her backside as she carried the last bag out the front door and to the vehicle. "I think I'm going to enjoy this a
lot
more than you," he said, looking back over at Jeremy & nodding his head suggestively as a mischievous grin split his face.
Despite his best efforts, Jeremy hadn't been able to keep his eyes from following her awe (and lust)-inspiring body, either. Meg was a tall, natural redhead who, although not what he would consider "slender", had a well-proportioned build with generous curves in
all
the right places.
He shook his head quickly several times, blushing at his own thoughts about another man's... voluptuous... wife -- much to Mike's amusement as he chuckled heartily.
Today, with the brisk fall air, Meg wore a loose-fitting, wine-red top of fairly thick material and a neckline that ended about at her collarbones. Over that was a flowing, black, vest-type garment and her lower body was covered by an ankle-length black skirt with just enough slit to allow her to walk and move comfortably. The material over her backside was just thick enough to prevent any visible lines which would reveal what she was wearing for undergarments -- whether that meant regular panties, a thong, or nothing at all was completely up to speculation.
Despite her typical modest attire, though, there was little that even garments like that could do to hide her impressive figure.
"Ok, ok, I'll give you that," he replied. "You're probably going to enjoy the weekend a
lot
more than I will."
Mike nodded, a theatrically wide grin on his face and his arms across his chest. Meg stopped in the doorway after noticing her husband's smile and Jeremy's red face; one hand on her hip and the other making a slow twirling gesture in the direction of the two men.
"What are you two talking about?" she asked slowly, a quizzical look on her face. "Or do I
not
want to know?"
"Oh," Mike said, giving Jeremy's shoulder a couple of friendly slaps, "we're just discussing how I'm going to get to do lots of... things... with you this weekend -- you now, things that don't involve any clothes and usually end in you doing
lots
of moaning."
Meg scoffed, rolling her eyes and lowering her head to her hand; rubbing her fingers up and down her forehead several times. "You two
horn dogs
!" she said, before scoffing once more. "I swear,
men!
" she teased, shaking her hand in mock frustration.
"Anyway," Mike said, "as we said earlier, the place is yours. Everything is at your disposal -- the fridge is stocked, and feel free to help yourself to a couple beers if you want. Don't feel like
anything
is off-limits."
"Yes," Meg continued, pointing towards the hallway. "Half of the den is movies; the other half is books; there's also the hot tub... just make yourself at home. Don't feel like you're snooping or prying or anything, I don't think we have
too
many things to hide around here," she said, putting a finger to her lips and pretending to look around and consider everything.
Mike looked up, his face scrunched as if deep in thought as he counted off on his fingers. "Yeah, I finally cleaned out all the dead bodies... the homemade porn stash is all on
that
computer," he said, pointing his thumb towards the vehicle. "Um, what else... we turned the dungeon in to a wine cellar... moved the meth lab to her brother's house - wait, no. We turned the
sweatshop
with the Japanese kids in to the wine cellar and we store our Christmas decorations in the dungeon now."
"
Stop
it!" Meg said, half exasperated at her husband's joking as she gave him a playful shove, laughing.
"Anyway," she continued when the group's laughter subsided, "the place is yours. Feel free to bring over a girl friend if you'd like." She leaned in conspiratorially, placing a hand next to her mouth, "He shouldn't be the
only
one having some fun this weekend," she said, theatrically pointing her thumb at Mike and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Just, uh, wash the sheets when you're done," she said, shrugging, as she stood back up.
Mike chuckled. "Yep, our bed has a canopy with a mirror in the top; makes for some pretty hot views sometimes. Especially since
somebody
," he said, looking over at Meg with a lecherous grin, "gets turned on knowing she's being watched."
Now it was Meg's turn to turn beet-red as she elbowed her husband in the ribs and ran her fingers through her hair; her lips pursed inward in embarrassment as her eyes looked everywhere around the room except for at Jeremy.
"Well," Jeremy said, trying to change the subject for Meg's sake, "I don't know that any of
that
is going to happen while you're gone. I promise, though, that I will take good care of the place and when you get back, you won't even know I was here."
"All right," said Meg, her normal color finally returning as she took hold of Mike's elbow and led him towards the door, "since
somebody
obviously has a certain topic on his mind, we'd better get going before he spills
all
my dirty little secrets."
"Have a good trip you two," Jeremy said with a quick wave as he closed the door behind them... but not before overhearing Meg say, "Maybe I'll let you start that 'me moaning' stuff once we get on the road..." as they walked down the driveway.
Jeremy shook his head as the door shut with a 'click'. "I'm so jealous of that man, it's not even funny." He shook his head once more, his mind racing with visions of the naked, willing, moaning Meg... along with a rapidly-rising tent in his pants.
'
They must be REALLY excited for this trip... I don't know that I've ever heard them talk THAT suggestively before... at least not when they thought I could hear them,'
he reflected. '
Good for them, though. Hope I'm lucky enough to have a woman like that someday.'
***
Later that evening, after preparing & enjoying a hearty dinner, Jeremy settled in to the recliner with his laptop in front of him and a movie playing on the TV. Taking a swig from a post-dinner brew, he placed it on the end table next to the chair and picked up the remote to turn up the volume a little as the movie began playing.
Clothed only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts, his attention alternating between the TV and the emails that needed checked, he finally let out a sigh and looked around. '
It's too quiet in here,'
he thought. '
The place is just... empty. As much as I loathe the dorms, it's been a LONG time since I've had a Friday night to myself.'
Turning his attention back to the show, he watched for a few more minutes then picked up the remote and lowered the volume to a "background noise" level and thought.
"Mitch & Jose are out of town," he said to the empty room. "Ron, Anthony, and Gunter are undoubtedly at the bars - but there's
no
way I'd invite
them
over here..."
He pondered some more, his fingers rhythmically tapping on his chin as his eyes darted to the hallway leading to the master bedroom. '
Jennie would be up for a 'couch date', and I have a feeling she'd like the idea of it leading to a romp in a stranger's fancy bed... but -- of course -- she's on her way to her grandparents' place this weekend.'
After running through a few more less-likely options in his mind, he sighed and went back to his computer screen. "Let's see what some random people are up to tonight," he said, signing in to a chat room he frequented from time to time.
"Looks like a few regulars... a half-dozen bots... aaand I have no idea who the rest of these people are."
There was a banter of conversation going on, so he joined in. That occupied his attention for a while until his computer chimed as a private message popped up.
teasingcpl42:
hi cutie! how are you tonite?
'If THAT'S not a bot pickup line...'
he thought, clicking to bring up the profile.
"Hmm..." he said, looking it over. "Married couple... mid 30's... says they're 'athletic'... No photo, though. Still, this might
actually
be a real person. Let's find out, shall we..."
streetbball3400:
good. how about u?
teasingcpl42:
good. little bored. sitting in a hotel
streetbball3400:
yeah, that can get boring
teasingcpl42:
mind if we see your cam? i like your profile pic :)
Jeremy raised an eyebrow.
streetbball3400:
who is we?
teasingcpl42:
hubby and i. i'd like to see it, he doesn't care lol
"I suppose..." he sighed, starting up his webcam. "This better not be some fat guy that likes other men..."
Once it came up, he looked in to the lens and gave a smile, plus a 'What do you think?' gesture.
teasingcpl42:
mmm... cute as hell. much better than your picture :)
streetbball3400:
thanks. any chance u have one?
teasingcpl42:
maybe in a bit. im a little under dressed lol
He snorted. "That means 'no'... hmm..." He gently tapped his fingers to the surface of the keys, thinking. '
Do I play this safe and MAYBE get to see something later tonight... MAYBE... or take a chance and perhaps steer it in that direction? Push my luck a little?'
Jeremy mulled it over a second longer, then swallowed and began typing.
streetbball3400:
would ur husband be mad if i ask what u ARE wearing?
He cringed a little as he hit the 'send' button, then sat holding his breath (not realizing it) with his heart thudding as he waited for the outrage he half expected to follow.
One looong second passed. Then another, followed by yet another. He began to fear the worst when up popped: