When The Cat's Away

Hank Menard woke from his doze, coughed and looked around. The first class cabin of the airplane was dark, with only one reading light lit. The flight attendant was sleeping in her seat at the front of the cabin.

His wife Veevee noticed he was awake. "Do you think they're all right?"

"They're fine," he said. "No doubt Gary's playing chess with his girlfriend Bernie, and Lil is moping. Probably didn't want to answer our phone, forgot to check voicemail and don't know we're coming. Serve them right if we show up early and give them a surprise. I'll see if I can get them internships or travel or something next summer," he said. "No sense them just kicking around. They're in college now, they should have more direction."

"I'm glad they're still around," she said. "They'll be leaving the nest soon enough."

"I'm looking forward to having the house to ourselves," Hank said. "On weekends, we won't have to get dressed at all. Even if we have friends over."

Veevee chuckled. "You rascal," she said. "Okay, there are a few compensations. I can't count how many times I've looked at you across the breakfast table and said to myself, 'oh, but for the kids...'"

"Hardly kids now," Hank said. "The last time we were all in the sauna together, I swear Gary had me beat by an inch in the long dong department. And I'm sure it goes both ways. I bet when Gary has Bernie over, he's wishing he had his own place instead."

Veevee said, "It never stopped us. At least he doesn't have to share a room with a brother like you did. Or a sister, like me. You can hear practically everything through his door. But you're right, he's probably making the best of our absence."

"It's what I'd do," Hank said. "But you're right, he may not have that much catching up to do. Bernie stays overnight practically every Friday and Saturday, and every morning she has that same dreamy look you get when you've been well poked. Hope they're not too disappointed when we show up a few days early."

"Maybe we'll catch them in the act," she said.

"Naughty," Hank replied lovingly. "Poor Lil, I hope she's doing all right. That so-called boyfriend...ooh." Hank felt Veevee's hand creeping into his lap, under the stadium blanket they used for late-night airline flights, and probing his fast-swelling cock.

"I thought you'd be limp as a noodle after this trip," she said.

"You always bring me up, sugar," Hank said. "But if the ship hadn't had that accident, in a few more days maybe I would have been. Mmmmm," he added, as Veevee opened his pants under the blanket. She fished out his cock and stroked him hard. "Oh sweetheart," he said.

"I could use a hand in the bathroom in a couple of minutes," Veevee said. "Count to a hundred and follow me."