So Jen was on her way back home, minus 1 husband. 1 imperfect husband. In hopes of receiving 1 perfect husband in 30 days. At least, that's the warranty. Or your husband back. No questions asked.
But now that 'company' is gone, and Harold's basic training doesn't really start officially til tomorrow, this afternoon is perfect for a little picnic according to Sherie.
"Rick, Honey, do you realize it's Sunday? How quickly Sundays roll around. I told you it would be here in no time, didn't I?"
"So Harold, we have a little tradition on Sundays, when necessary. I mean; when the circumstances seem to call for it. And we hadn't really planned on having a guest today, so I hope you won't think it rude that we go on our romantic little picnic without you. Would that be a problem?"
Rick didn't wait for my answer...
"Wait Sweetie. We could really skip it this Sunday, couldn't we? I mean, we haven't had to go on a picnic for nearly a year now. It could wait, don't you think, Sweetheart?"
"HAD to go on our picnic? Are you sure you want to phrase it that way, Honey?"
"Sorry Sweetheart."
"Harold, what Rick probably meant was: It has been a long time. Our last outing was one he didn't forget real soon. But I think the circumstances certainly call for it today, what, with the beautiful weather and all. And certainly in light of you guys' little episode last night, don't you agree that warrants a visit to the woods, Rick? Harold, you and Rick have had your guy-fun, so now I need to take him for a little romantic adjustment this afternoon... in the woods.
As a couple, we have always reserved Sundays for any readjustments as necessary. And what better way and time to accomplish that than take a private little walk into the woods to spend some quality time alone... where no one can hear our little 'romantic conversation', so to speak.
"Uh, I get it. No problem here. I can stay here at the house by myself just fine."
"Well, we do have one little detail to work though. May I be frank here, since Jen is not within earshot? Rick had been a good host earlier in the weekend, so it seemed very appropriate for him to loan his chastity cage to you, our houseguest, in our effort to prevent any accidents, so to speak. But since apparently you boys just couldn't control yourselves, it seems we have a problem to work through: One cage. Two bad boys."
" Now if I could keep you together, this might not be so hard, but Rick's behavior crossed way over the line, so a Sunday adjustment seems unavoidable for him. And we'll need the cage back, Harold."
"Gladly!"
"Well, it's not quite that simple Harold. You can't really think you're capable of staying here alone while we're out on our little woodsy picnic, can you? I mean, we've already seen how horny little boys act when unsupervised. And I had no idea I'd need a babysitter this afternoon. So I think our only option left is restrain you another way from being able to play with yourself in our house. But not a problem really. I've even heard most guys like to be tied down. How about you, Harold? Would you like to be tied to the bed? It wouldn't be tight like a punishment or anything; rather, just enough to keep your hands away from your penis. Fair eough?"
"I suppose, Sherie."
"Ya know, starting tomorrow, you're going to need to show a little more enthusiasm for my ideas. So let's try that again, Harold, whaddaya say?"
"Sure. Good idea, Sherie. Tie my hands."
"Ok, come in here on our bed - it could be a bit more comfy in here, what, with the pink fur-lined restraints and all. Now of course, no man would want to be tied up fully clothed, though, would he? How sexy would that be? Of course not. So get undressed. And not to worry, we can be modest about this. I'm not a swinger, you know. Or some kind of sex mistress. I've always been modest around you haven't I? I mean for example, I could make you take your pants down and show me your chastie right now, couldn't I? Or even make you take it out and measure it, if I wanted, right? But I won't because I'm not that kind of girl. I don't want to see any penises in this house except Rick's. So Rick can do your tying while I go prep for our romantic picnic."
"Oh, and, Rick, after he's fully restrained, please add a nice warm, wet and sudsy washcloth over his member. I really don't want to think of him in here on our bed in any kind of immodest way. So I'll just think of him as cleaning himself."
"Yes dear. But why sudsy?"
"Well, who knows, in a situation like this and Harold having time alone to conjure up memories of you jacking him off, and him returning the favor -- not to mention getting down under the covers for a real close look -- he might do something even without physical manipulation. LOL. And then it can kind of soak while we're gone."
