"Step Five is called the Real Thing," Shari said. "For obvious reasons."
"At last!" Sophie said. "We now know that Steve is turned on by Ricki's fantasies of guys jerking off over her, by showing her off on the internet, by her having video sex with guys, and now by her sucking off guys in hotels. There's not much left."
"Yes, and no," said Shari. "He's come a long way, but admitting that he gets turned on by another guy fucking his girlfriend is a still a significant step. Male psychology again. For men, fucking is equivalent to possession, and for men possession is power. A guy admitting to getting turned on by another guy fucking his girlfriend is surrendering a part of his masculinity."
"Wouldn't it have been easier for Ricki just to fall for a bi guy?" Sophie asked. "A bi guy would be happy to indulge her cock craving."
"No," said Shari. "Remember the bigger picture here. We're trying to make Steve into the perfect husband. A perfect husband's happiness derives from his wife's happiness. If her happiness comes from fucking other guys, his happiness comes from her fucking other guys. Yes, he gets turned on by a big cock fucking his wife's pussy, but it's not the cock itself that turns him on but the fact it makes his wife moan."
"You've given this a lot of thought," Sophie said.
"No scientific breakthroughs come easily," Shari said.
"So what do we do we get him admit he wants her to be fucked?" Sophie asked.
"Nothing for the moment," Shari said.
"That's not much of a plan," Sophie said.
"To the contrary'" Shari said. "Think of it like cooking. When all the ingredients are in place, you sit back and let it marinade for a while. That's the plan. To let things marinade for a while. Only when it's fully marinaded do we move to the actual cooking."
"So how's the marinading going?" Sophie asked.
"It's going well," I said. "Every time we have sex he talks about me being such a slut. He reads all the responses to the pictures we post and gets so horny. He encourages me to have video sex with guys even when he's in town. He's obsessed with that picture of Brett's cum in my mouth. He's constantly horny. We fuck every night he's in town and have video sex when he's away."
"So how long will you let this marinade?" Sophie asked.
"Six weeks and three days," I said. "That's the date of my five-year sorority reunion."
"That's where you'll finally get fucked?" Sophie asked.
"If all goes well," I said.
"And how will you make Steve want you to get fucked there?"
"We have a plan," Shari said.
"Tell us," Sophie said.
"It's top secret," Shari said. "We shouldn't be telling you. You have to promise you'll never ever say a word to anyone about it."
"Ok," Sophie said.
"No. You've got to promise.
"Ok, I promise," she said, rolling her eyes.
"And you, princess," she said to Cami.
"I promise," she said.
"Ok then," Shari said. "The plan involves the use of the love closet."
"The what?" Sophie asked.
"The love closet," Shari said.
"Explain," Sophie said.
Shari began. "You know that Ricki and I were at college together. We were in the same sorority. At every college, there's one sorority that has the reputation of being a slut house. Surprisingly, that wasn't our sorority. There was a story about the slut sorority that there was a glory hole in the sorority house. That guys would be invited to the house and brought to the glory hole. But everyone apart from the nnost naïve freshmen realized that the story was just an urban legend, a college myth. Nobody really thought that a sorority could get away with having such a thing."
"Until Shari," I said.
"My brilliant insight was that if we had one, and people spilled the secret, everyone would dismiss it as a retread of the college myth about the slut sorority. So we created one in a storage room in the basement of the sorority house. We called it the love closet."
"You never cease to amaze me," Sophie said, genuinely impressed.
"Next door to the love closet was a similarly sized storage room," Shari continued. "The rooms shared a common wall of course. We cut a hole in the wall and pushed some spare furniture against the wall to cover it. Girls could invite male friends to visit. The guests were sworn to secrecy."
"But why didn't the girls just take their boyfriends to their rooms and fuck them face to face?" Sophie asked.
"Ah," Shari said, "that was the real secret of the love closet. Guests didn't know who would be on the other side of the hole. Many members of the sorority learned how to suck cock in the love closet under the tuition of senior sorority members. And not only suck. There were chairs of just the right height that a girl could position her pussy by the hole and get fucked."
"And you and Ricki made good use of it, I suppose," Sophie said.
"I was with her the first few nights she was in the love closet. I taught her how to suck cock. And I was there the first night she ever got fucked. I think I'm the person most responsible for making her the slut she is today," she said proudly.
"Ok," Sophie said. "I am beyond impressed. You were total sluts. But what's the love closet got do with your masterplan? How does it get Steve to admit he wants Ricki to get fucked?"
Shari said. "She'll tell him that she's going to go to her sorority reunion. She'll tell him how she used to get fucked in the love closet. His imagination will do the rest of the work."
"He'll want her to get fucked in the love closet?" Sophie asked.
"That's genius!" Cami said.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Shari said. "The best part of it is that it'll be anonymous fucking. Boys still hold to the odd idea that a girl will fall in love with anyone who fucks them. That's probably part of Steve's hesitation in giving in to his desire to have Ricki fuck other guys. But the love closet is totally anonymous sex. She can't fall for the guy who is fucking her when she doesn't know who that guy is."
"Is the love closet even there anymore?" Sophie asked.
"It was there and functioning when I went back for my five-year reunion last year," Shari said.
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A few night later, lying in bed next to Steve, I told him I was thinking of going to my sorority reunion.
