Visiting Sherie & Ric

"You know, you could drive a little faster, Harold. You're normally well over the speed limit and I need to tell you to slow down. Remember when Sherie took away your keys and made Rick drive? Ha ha ha. It was so funny seeing you go out and have to wait at the bus stop. And how Sherie came out one of those mornings and gave you the little sack lunch, and then zipped up your coat and gave you a little peck on the cheek like a kindergartener? In front of all our neighbors? LOL. At least I noticed you drove more carefully with her in the car the next time. Now step on it, Harold."

"You aren't afraid of staying at Sherie's overnight, are you? Afraid of her rules? Is that all that's bothering you? "

"Is my widdle buoy afwaid of Sherwie? Is that why wou is dwiving so swow?" Ha ha ha ha ha.

***

Sherie was waiting for us at the door.

"Come in, come in. Sorry we don't have another big bedroom with a double bed, but these accommodations should work nicely. Harold, put Jen's things downstairs in the large man-cave with the comfy queen sofa bed. Nice and quiet down here on the first floor, away from all the noise from the rest of us. Rick, leave him alone, he can handle it all by himself. And he needs the exercise. Harold, then put your things upstairs in Laura's old room. Hope you don't mind sleeping in her canopy bed. But then, I guess you've slept in some girls' beds before, haven't ya, Mr. Playboy? (with a glare). Anyway, it shares a bathroom with our master bedroom -- so just be sure to knock & lock, if you know what I mean. I don't want us to have any run-ins. You wouldn't like that, and I, I mean we, wouldn't look kindly on that."

"Now, quick get changed. Rick and I want to show you our favorite wilderness hiking area this afternoon. Dress appropriately; it'll be hot & sticky, especially after a workout getting up these mountains."

***

"What's the matter? Can't keep up, Harold? I should have made you come a month early to get you in shape like I did Rick when we moved here. Right Rick? Of course he was more motivated. I made him a little deal, since he's a bit of a horn-dog. Remember, the top of the mountain episode, Rick? Ha ha. You know you do! And the unforgettable month's training that resulted. Ha ha.

"(Jen, remember I told you about that? Oh shut-up, Rick. I tell Jen almost everything.)"

"A month of training is about all it takes. After 30 days, any man will do just about anything to please his wife. But then, you pretty much never take my advice, Jen, do you? Oh well."

"No comment."

"Race ya to the top, Rick. We'll leave these losers to catch up later, ha. Just kidding."

"Jen. Maybe you could get Harold moving faster like I do. Watch this..."

"Beat me to the top, Rick, and I'll give you what you're always begging me for. But remember, the 30-day cool-down period still goes along with it no matter win or lose. We can't have your heart racing like that everyday. Ready, set, go!"

***

At the top...

"Aww. Did Wicky get beat by a wittle girwl? Tsk tsk tsk. No wittle weward fow Wicky Buowy. Just another 30-day cool-down."

"Hmmm. What's this in my fanny-pack? Oh just your size, Ricky Dicky. Aren't you glad I thought to bring along your little cage? Better hurry up and let me get it on you before our company gets up here."

***

"Ha ha. Yeah, Sherie, Maybe I should take your advice for a change, and let you train Harold for a month."

"Would you like that, Honey? I didn't think so. Ah, you're safe. You know I'm just kidding. Even if she's wasn't."

Little did Jen detect exactly what Sherie's full bargain included, namely the 30 day 'cool-down'. More like a 'lock-down'. Oh crap. But Jen doesn't catch on easily to such sexual innuendos. They go right over her head.

But certainly not Rick's. This is a horrible time to have to go into lockdown right now -- he has very much looked forward to Jen sleeping at their house, if for no other reason than to imagine softly knocking as he entered the man-cave in the middle of the night.

I had always suspected he might have a thing for my wife. But tonight, with his cage securely in place, the only dream he could even hope to live out, is that she might comfort him while Sherie has him in lockdown. And perhaps he could envision making Jen happy some other way. Dreams, only dreams.

And meanwhile, I have to sleep upstairs next door to Sherie & Rick, in a girlie-bed. Bathroom door locked. I don't need any accidental intrusions while I'm, well you know, "thinking about" Sherie and her threat to 'train me' for a month. That skimpy little hiking outfit today reminded me of the summer day encounter many years ago. Braless that time, even. I have dreamed scenarios around that episode a million times. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Would she make any kind of move tonight? Who am I kidding? Or was that 'training' comment just a fluke? My pj's are open now, and I have things firmly in hand. In fact, jumping up I unlocked the bathroom door, hoping for a happy accident. And vowed not to cum until something (might) actually happen in the night.

I later realized I had fallen asleep with my dick out, when I heard Sherie peeing. Tell me she didn't check my door first. Oh my. What if I was still rock hard?

Or worse, what if I were completely limp. My minimum size is, well, less than impressive. Yeah, small even.

Now I can't sleep, wondering. And waiting, in hopes she might slip into bed with me and feel my rock hard dick. Maybe sliding under the sheets to see if she could make me larger yet? Would she give me the blowjob I always envisioned it would be like? I would sure like to shut her up sometime with a mouthful of dick!

Rick sure fucked up today by not beating her to the top of the mountain. And I didn't hear much from their room tonight; maybe she's saving it for me!

*flush*

Here she comes, maybe. Hopefully.

I closed my eyes, feigning sleep.

And waited...

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