We're traveling through New England this week looking at the fall leaves and going to museums. I'm ok with the leaves and scenery, museums bore me to death. Yesterday afternoon, on the way to our hotel, my wife spotted some silly museum, something like the Scarecrow Museum, and wanted me to stop, I was jonesing for a martini in a nice hotel bar, but I gave in with the admonition, 'this will cost you'.
This morning we went to the hotel gym for a little exercise, wife was on the treadmill, I was next to her on a stationary bike, no one else there, I said "I'm calling in my favor for that dumb museum yesterday".
"What do you want, a BJ when we get upstairs?"
"Nope, I want a topless quarter mile on the treadmill right now".
"No way, anyone could walk in".
"Would that be worse than being seen in the Scarecrow Museum?"
"Ok, that only takes me about 4 minutes or less"
She pulled her sports bra over her head and immediately turned up the pace on the treadmill. Tits jiggling like crazy I added, " no covering up if someone comes in, unless they are underage".
She's counting off her progress .16, .17, .18.....,
Noise behind us and there is a guy in gym clothes with a towel, he's 50ish, of course there are mirrors all around, he is a little confused, says "am I in the wrong gym." Staring at my wife's tits in the mirror.
She a sport and just keep walking and counting off the numbers.
"No, she's just paying off a favor, come on in,"
".21, .22"
He's maintaining his cool, like 'I've seen tits before'..but still checking this out.
My wife hits .25 and puts on her bra again.
Of course we went back to our room and hit the sheets for a while.
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