"Charles, Shruti and I had tea this afternoon."
"That's nice, Rie"
"What do you think we discussed?"
"Plans for an Easter barbecue, if the weather's good enough?"
"Of course not! It will rain and you know it. We discussed our husbands' web history."
Suddenly I had his attention.
"Look," he said. "I don't really want to buy all that high-end audio equipment. I just like looking at it. Features, prices, options. You know. It's just a fantasy."
"That's not the web history Shruti and I discussed."
"What were you discussing then?"
"We discussed how similar Sammy's and your porn preferences are."
Now I really had his attention. He turned around and faced me and tried to smile.
"Oh yes. How are they similar."
There was no pretending that he didn't look at porn sites. He knew that I knew. But he also knew that I wasn't angry. He sensed that I was taking this somewhere that he might enjoy.
"Before I categorise them I want you to tell me what you think Sammy looks at on porn sites."
I could see him thinking. His loyalty to me, his wife or the friend he'd had since university. I think he decided that sharing his true thoughts was properly loyal to both of us.
"Sammy wishes he'd not been circumcised as a child. I am pretty sure that any porn he reads focuses on that."
"You have been paying attention to your friend. Good. Now describe your porn preferences to me."
"Oh, well. Look, they're not so different from what we do together, really. But I particularly like to read about oral sex."
"Yes you do. You told the truth and will be rewarded. But I want you to tell me the whole truth, Charles. Spell it out."
"I read stories about cleaning up after another man has cum in a woman. And I imagine it's you."
"You told the truth. You may approach me and get on your knees."
He knelt before me.
"And now you may pull my knickers down and put your mouth to my pussy."
He moved my knickers down and they gathered around my ankles as I felt his breath on my pussy. He was breathing in deeply.
"And now you may gently lick my clit three times."
He drew it out, moving his tongue over my clit hood as slowly as possible while keeping it moving. It was pleasant. But I didn't want to let the sex take over. I wanted to lead us both to greater satisfaction.
"You like that, don't you. Tell me why."
"Well it's obvious isn't it. You have the most beautiful pussy in the world. They're all good, of course but just look at yours. Your black pubes always accent it but don't get in the way. The way your sandy skin darkens around your smooth, symmetrical lips. The hint of pink at the edges is a promise of what I'll find when you give me permission to lick them open. And then, your scent is wonderful and suggests the taste. And I know the taste; it sets my tongue on fire. Better than any wine or cocktail."
"Very good, Charles. I am confident you're telling the truth. But not the whole truth. Tell me the rest, remembering where I started."
"Oh, well you are right. Everything I just said is true but like I said, I imagine watching you grasping another man's cock and lining it up. I imagine seeing your natural lubrication shining on his dick. And I imagine you restricting his movement with your legs as he's about the cum. He has no choice but to cum inside you. You've made the decision. And then, when he's allowed to pull out you call me over and I see a single pearl of his sperm at the entrance to your pussy. You don't just give me permission, you order me to lick it up. You tell me exactly how you want me to hoover up all the spunk in your pussy."
"That's enough for now. You have been honest with me. I will reward you multiple times when we go to bed."
* * *
"Guess what the Cohen's discussed before dinner last night, Charles."
"Did Shruti have the same conversation with Sammy that you had with me?"
"She did. We both think you have chosen well with your porn fantasies. We both approve."
"Do I need to know this? Sammy shared his fascination with foreskin when he was drunk one night at university. Men aren't like women. We're not very good at talking about it with each other. How do you discuss sex with your women friends without things just getting too personal?"
"It's a skill, Charles. We started talking about our feelings with other girls when we were in primary school. And now we're in our late 20s and we have two decades of experience to draw on. Boys don't discuss their feelings when they're little, so they don't have the basic skills to draw on as they go through puberty. But you and Sammy can talk to each other and develop your skills. You can start with a fact. Tell him that I told you how Shruti and I discussed your porn preferences with each other. Ask him how he feels about Rie Verhoeven knowing about the stories he reads."
* * *
"How did Sammy react?"
"Well I felt awkward asking the question and he sounded awkward answering it. I didn't touch on any details. My question and his response were one sentence each. Then I asked him how he felt about me raising the subject."
"That's a good approach," I said with genuine enthusiasm.
"He said it was probably better than leaving it hanging in the air like a turd that won't flush."
"A very male description but he's right. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. I think Shruti and I were right to have this chat."
* * *
"Shruti has found a sex club in London."
"I expect there are lots of sex clubs in London," Charles responded.
"Sure but I think she might have hit gold with this one. It might be good for Sammy."
"I'm pretty sure that all sex clubs require everyone to use condoms. One hint of the clap and the takings would fall through the floor. And if all the other men's cocks are wrapped up in latex then he won't get his thrill."
"Ah, but this one is different." I was smug, even though it was Shruti who had done the research.
"How can it be different?"