Mary brings Tom and Taylor to your house for a sleepover

The phone rings.

"It's Brian, who's callin'?"

"Oh honeybear, hmmm," Mary's voice comes. She sounds lit about something. You like her excited voice.

"Sweetie-pie, I love hearing your voice."

"Alright honeybear, listen close," Mary says. She drops her voice a little. "We're gonna have a couple guests sleeping over after my shift."

"Sweetie-pie. Nice. I'll make sure all the beds are sleep-able."

"That's so good of you, honeybear," Mary says. "It's gonna be late, so maybe it's just gonna be sweet dreams for everyone."

"To start."

Mary laughs. "Yes, hon, to start."

"I bet that Tom has a real caution of a morning woody," you say. "That'll be something to see in action."

Mary makes a little squeak.

"Anyways, I'll clear the decks, best as I can. If I get tired I'll crash in Shasta's bed," you tell her. "You figure where you and our guests are gonna sleep."

"Thank you so much, honeybear," Mary says. "It looks like it's gonna be a busy shift for me and Mandy and Taylor."

You hear some busy diner sounds in the background. The Atomic Truckstop diner no longer has a working truck stop around it, but it has its hectic busy pie-slinging times, and it sounds like tonight is one.

"God bless, sweetie-pie, and thank you."

Mary makes another little squeaky sound and disconnects.

Just the thought of those nice young folks stopping by to sleep over gives you a little lift. You hum a little tune as you go through the house, tidying things away, setting up glasses of water on the nightstands by your marriage bed, which you figure is going to be for Tom and Taylor and maybe Mary overnight. You dig into your road supplies and get out some condoms and lube, because should it happen that Taylor opens her pearly gates for you, you want to be ready. And for Tom into Mary. You don't think Mary'd catch a baby off Tom, but well, a college boy, you know, he probably gets around, and it's best to take care.

It's not the first sleepover house party you've had, but it's the first you've had with your lovely oversexed wife at your own home. And, you suppose, it's a little bit of a reunion for Tom and Mary, after your wife admitted to taking Tom's big cock in doggie on your marriage bed. Fully in your agreement that Mary should keep it poked up hot while you're not at home, and that you can do your duty by your road gals while you're on your trucking routes. This time you hope you'll get a nice view of that very deed in person.

But once you've done your tidying and arranging, and you nuke up a TV dinner with a beer, you're just with-it enough to wash your face and brush your teeth and crawl into Shasta's bed. With your daughters away to college, you've got a couple empty beds, and Shasta's is the easier one to get in and out of. Sarah's has a bookcase you're like to bump your knees on. You hope they're doing well, off at Lumberjack U and Girl Talk College, or whatever they were teasing each other for where they were going.

You'd hoped to greet Mary and Tom and Taylor when they arrived, since you're the one who called for this little sleep-over party, but sleep claims you, and you dream.