Beth’s knee was brushing against Debbie’s and she reached across my body, stroking Deb’s shoulder then clasping her hand. “I love you Debbie,” she said softly.
“Mmm. Me too,” she said sleepily.
I kissed the top of both of their heads. “You girls are going to kill me yet,” I sighed.
Beth giggled. “What a way to go, huh?”
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A new workout program, back with the Boss, and a memorable flight
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Thursday I rolled out of bed, even ahead of Debbie, our early morning riser. I put on some shorts and a shirt and my running shoes. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I knew it needed doing. Amie was in the kitchen, drinking some water.
“I thought I heard you moving around, slow poke,” she teased. “Five more minutes and you would have run alone.”
“Good morning to you too, wild thing.”
“Where’s the best place to run?” she asked, stretching.
I drank close to a quart of water, before I answered. “The side street outside goes into a closed neighborhood. Nice sidewalks and pretty sparsely populated, with big yards and a small park. I imagine it’s a couple of miles around, so it should be a decent run.”
“Let’s get going then!” Amie giggled, giving me a push.
I hate morning people.
It was a horrible idea. I was straining after just a few hundred yards, and kept slowing down to little more than a light jog. Amie was literally running circles around me, egging me on. By the time we’d finished most of the neighborhood, and a loop around the park, I could barely breathe. I kept hoping for my second wind to kick in, but realized I never even had a first wind. Damn, I was out of shape! I used to be able to run 3 miles in well under 20 minutes, but after 30 minutes I was ready to lay down and die.
Getting back to the main street, Amie reminded me of ‘the game’.
“Think you can catch me, Jack? If you do, you can have me, right there, wherever you catch me. I know you can do it.” She took off at an easy pace, and I sprinted after her. As I got within a few yards, she kicked it in and left me in her dust.
Her faith in me was misplaced. I was gasping when I finally made it to the house. “I guess I was wrong. No nookie for Jack this morning.” She was barely breathing hard.
“I’m out of practice,” I whined, “give me a few weeks and you’ll see.”
“God, I hope so. I had fantasies last night of being leaned over that railing in back and having my brains fucked out,” she teased.
We went inside and Beth was just about to head out. “A little morning exercise, Jack?” she gave me a dainty kiss, avoiding my sweaty body. “Maybe you should join me for a swim.”
“I’d drown,” I confessed. “Amie almost killed me.”
“Did you catch her?” Beth asked.
“Are you kidding me? I barely made it home. Give me some time. It’s my first time running in months.”
Amie seemed less fastidious and gave me a hug. “We’ll whip you back into shape, and we’ll all benefit from it, I’m sure.”
Whip me back into shape? I thought I was in pretty good shape. Ok, so the run was hard. I just needed to watch the diet for a couple of weeks, and throw in a little exercise. Ok, maybe a lot of exercise.
I limited myself to one helping of breakfast, and when I came home for funch with Debbie, I ate my sandwich dry, and left the sodas alone all day. Funny, how the pain of exercise can make you think twice about feeding your face. I was equating everything I ate to the number of hours of running torture it would take to burn it off.
Friday morning was worse, if possible. I was still sore from the first run, and had a small blister I was trying to take care of. But I did manage to complete the distance without walking, although I spent the last half mile watching Amie’s tight rear-end, without a hope in the world of catching up to it.
Work went well, pulling together the last of our effort for our trip to Spain, including the updated software system, and directives for the team to be available for support and fixes while Chris and I were on-site. Chris was nervous as hell around me, but she finally relaxed toward the end of the day. We agreed to meet at the office Sunday afternoon at 6:00. We’d drive to the airport together and catch our 8:30 flight. We wouldn’t get to Spain until the next morning and were meeting the customer around noon. It was going to be a murderous first day.
Friday night was fun. We made a movie night of it, with both the little ones staying over with Karen, Aunt Robin and ‘Uncle Jim’. It was an ego trip to go to the movies with my gorgeous threesome, hitting The Cheesecake Factory before the movie, and watching the movie parked between Beth and Debbie. I know we turned quite a few heads, particularly when I had both girls leaning in to me, my arms around them. I was the envy of every man with a pulse. The girls looked great, what a surprise, and I’m sure quite a few guys got in trouble for not keeping their eye on their dates, but who could really blame them?
I’m sure Amie felt like a fourth wheel at times, but she’d slip up next to me every time one of my two main squeezes left breathing room. She had the good sense not to get between Debbie and me too often, but Beth was definitely in a sharing mood, and didn’t seem to mind, even when she returned from the bathroom during the movie to find Amie parked in her space. She just took the open space, and let Amie continue to tease me, the little troublemaker.
By the time we got home, well fed and entertained, we were ready to relax with a nice bottle of wine, and some music on the stereo. We all dressed down, me in my boxers, and the girls in t-shirts and panties. With the house empty, we were bad, lounging around the living room, and when the mood turned amorous, using our new living room furniture for purposes unintended.
It was a blast, taking my turns in the girls, everyone getting lots of play time, while we joked around, and talked about the excitement of opening up the day-care soon. Before we even popped the second wine cork, the panties were all gone, as were my boxers. We’d all cuddle, and when I would move one of the girls to get access to her goodies, everyone just made room, and I’d have the joy of screwing one of the lovely ladies until I was ready for a small break and a change of pace. The casualness of our intimacy, and leisurely nature of our fucking had the evening running on and on, with everyone getting a little more horny, and equally drunker.