Well it was a nice spring evening and there was nothing better I would like to do, but I had to decline, due to honey do’s. “Wow would I love to, but I promised the other half I would get things tidied up around here for her, before her weekend girlie party.
“I hear that man, I think my wifie is coming to that party Friday evening. We can do a little riding then. Maybe tip a few long necks too. But maybe you are more interested in sitting around some silly Home Interiors or Tupperware party with a bunch of ladies,” Jeff teased as he walk to the back of the garage to get a pair of cold brews out of my frig.
Well I about split a rib as I explained to Jeff that this was no silly Home Interior or Tupperware party but was a ladies adult toy party. And to be perfectly honest I would love to be a mouse in the corner at this one.
Jeff about dropped my beer as he handed it to me. “Fuck man. I did not even know my old lady was into that shit. I thought it was just us guys that choked our chicken now and then. I would not mind being a fly one the wall at that one myself,” he said with an evil grin.
About then my wife stepped out and reminded me that I had promised her that I would help rearrange my rec room so she could sit more people. I had to excuse my self and get busy. I told Jeff I would call or send him a Yahoo message later and we would make our riding plans for Friday evening.
It was nearly 10:30 pm. by the time I was done removing my exercise equipment, moving my bar against the wall and moving my desk and computer to the back wall. The poker table was covered and the folding chairs set, I was done, it was time for a cold long neck. I better call Jeff I thought, but the line was busy as usual. I know he has a phone patch to his PC so I decided I would PM him for a short.
I use the handle "rough riding" and Jeff has always been "dirty dog" as he is somewhat of a dirty dog. The private message went some thing like this.
rough riding: You there man
dirty dog: sure thing bro wasssssss upppppppp
rough riding: sitten back with a brew got my honey do’sssssss done
dirty dog: cool man now we can go putten Friday night my bike is ready
rough riding: sure thing…wow man you should see this place
dirty dog: cleaned up the old dungeon did you man
rough riding: damn straight look at this I will flip my cam on
rough riding: cam invite sent
dirty dog: wow man you did a number on that room you got a min to voice?
rough riding: you bet - voice invite sent
“This working?” I asked.
“I hear you man,” Jeff replied.
“I have it on hands free is that ok?” I asked.
A long silence was broken by a voice that sounded like Jeff had just stuck his dick in a light socket. “Holy mother of chrome fucking carburetors,” he yelled, “This is fucking unbelievable!”
“What’s unbelievable?” I asked. I was totally lost now.
“The fly man the fucking fly,” was all he could say his voice breaking with excitement.
I tried to calm Jeff the best I could and get a handle on what he was so excited about. “Ok, calm down man, you lost me somewhere between chrome carburetors and flies. Just exactly what the fuck are you talking about?
Jeff was talking a mile a minute now. “I can see your entire rec room and hear everything that is going on. I can hear your stereo and I just heard your dog bark.”
“What’s the big deal with that?" I replied. "You have been over here a million times and my dog always barks at you,” I replied.
Jeff laughed. “You don’t get it man! You can set that cam up in the corner, leave it on with voice on during that party Friday evening. We can sit here at my house drinking beer and watch and hear the gals talking about vibrators and dildos and all that shit man.”
“You’re a sick little fucker buddy,” I said, “I guess that’s why we get along so good. I will get this set up Thursday night for a test run so it is ready to go Friday.”
All things went well the rest of the week and on Friday evening the night of the party I had everything set up perfectly. I told my wife I was taking a bike ride with Jeff, would probably stop off for a few beers, and would not be home till after 11 pm.
The gals were just starting to show up at the house as I was leaving. I waved at Jeff’s wife as she arrived, and made a hasty trip to his house.
Arriving at Jeff house he explained how he had patched his PC to his big screen TV and sound system and had a full cooler of long necks beside the sofa.
We got comfortable knowing the women knew nothing about this perfect plan, all we had to do was drink beer and watch the show.