"Medal?" He has me laughing. "You really felt like a hero?"
"Yes. Yes I did."
"For cumming in your pants?"
"Yes."
"OK," I say with a smile, "So now you're a Hero of the Royal Order of Cumming in One's Pants."
"Mmmmm, haha, I kind of like it."
"Maybe Hero of the Royal Order of Cumming in One's Pants from the Sight of Another Man's Cum in His Wife's Pussy. OK?"
"You've nailed it, my friend!"
"Congratulations." And we high-five.
Roger gets it and laughs when I suggest we propose the medal to the Queen, but then says more seriously that it would be too hard to fit all those words.
He laughs again and says, "What can I tell you? Sure it was weird and embarrassing, but it made me happy."
"After that things seemed to calm down for a while. Forty-five minutes later Franco and Claire come down those steps looking elegant and happy. They'd been together up there more than four hours. She came over to kiss my cheek and hold my hand for a minute. And then he came over to thank me for my generosity and to ask about his lawn. I didn't even tell him about oiling up the old mower, thought it would be a nice surprise for him later when he found it."
"Pretty thoughtful of you, Rog."
"Thank you Bill. Then the stories about my adventure started up again and people crowded around Franco to get the added detail straight from my wife's man's mouth. 'Told our new girl here - gorgeous, isn't she? - to lift her knees, and I cupped her tit. That's what got him.' Well, that and everything else. The crowd ate it up. Claire is blushing and decides to add, 'I thought it was cute,' which gets a big laugh from everyone, especially the other girls."
"She called it cute?"
"Yup, the word she used. Then twenty minutes later Jevon and Alicia come down and tell their part, but it was a little bit of an antiremax since Bobby had already told most of what they saw. And after that a few more couples came down at intervals and the story has be retold for their benefit."
"With you the Hero of the Royal Order."
"Yeah. Claire was busy being a center of attention, I could see the guys were going crazy over her, but this one wife, Cindy, out-of-towner, you wouldn't know her, her husband is Bob, has his own plumbing supply business, doing quite well too from what I hear, and a real gentleman, who is really, really pretty and funny, funniest girl in the club they all say, was the one told me that joke about the priest and the rabbi, but she has a nose which is a kind of...what? Roman? Grecian? Which is it?"
"I guess whichever you prefer."
"No, which ever YOU prefer Bill," he says with a courteous nod of the head.
"OK, go with Roman then."
"Thank you Bill. Super pretty, face, eyes, lips, hair, everything, great legs and body and lovely breasts, but with a schnozz like they say some of those old Roman senators had, you know, like the guys they make statues out of, the guys who gunned down Caeser. Anyway, nice gal, I don't judge people by their noses, and she felt bad for me I was blushing so hard. She came and sat with me for half an hour, which made things even more exciting."
"Wasn't her man there? Her husband? They didn't mind?"
"Oh, no. Richard was there of course. But he was off talking to Bob, Cindy's husband. They're both big Panther fans and love arguing strategy. I don't know much about football strategy myself. Do you Bill?"
"Not particularly, no. Was that the end of the adventure?"
"Pretty much. After a while people went up to their rooms to rest a bit before dinner and us guys were just picking up and tidying again."
"What about the rest of the day?"
"Oh, the next thing was a really nice formal dinner, even had it catered so us guys got to enjoy the meal with everyone else. We were arranged like the girl, you know, wife, and then her man for that day and then her husband. You know the man in between them so they could both get to know him better. Plus it allows those two to flirt and chat and joke while the husband gets to listen in."
"God that must have been so weird!"
Roger shakes his head sadly and goes on, "Not at all, my friend. You'll see. Just wait till it's you and Anna, you'll see."
"Roger we both know that's not going to..."
"Julian made a few toasts but everyone behaved well since the caterers were in and out so frequently. To them we were just an interracial dinner club. I came in for a good deal of ribbing of course, both from the husbands and from the guys, but it was all kind of coded language with the civilians serving us. After dinner there were some card games, a few couples watched sports on TV, or took walks around the property and lakefront, normal couples stuff like that. The husbands were dismissed around 10 o'clock since a lot of the girls were tired and heading up to bed."
"Interesting, being dismissed."
"Yeah, but it's not like they have extra rooms in the mansion for the husbands. Plus I wanted to be in our bed that night thinking about it, about what it meant for me and Claire and about what she might be doing together with Franco right then. Wondering, would they again? Get it? Know what I mean? What they were doing?"
"Yes, I get it. I know Roger."
"But you know what's funny? I didn't. I was so exhausted from everything I was asleep about three seconds after my head hit the pillow."
"Quite a day."
"I think that's an accurate summary," he says reaching over for another high-five.
"The whole weekend was that way?"
"Kind of, maybe not quite as intense, thank God. The next morning I got in around 10, they like the guys and the women to have quiet time without us in the morning. A bunch of the guys including Franco had left for golf. That gave Claire some time together with the other girls, you know some bonding and girl-talk stuff. A bunch of them ended up playing croquet out on the lawn for an hour or so, then they put on their bathing suits to swim and suntan. When Franco and the others got back around two in the afternoon naturally he wanted her upstairs for a while."
"I could have guessed that one." Thinking how beautiful Claire is. He'd be out of his mind not to take her upstairs again.
"Thank you, Bill! But I was out getting his car detailed and, my luck, by the time I was done with that and picking up the bourbon the guys wanted, they were dressed and downstairs having a snack. Claire was in her new minidress, the green one, short but not too short, sexy but lady-like, just right. Green is one of her best colors, you know cause of her eyes. I'm standing in the doorway admiring the view, she looked so lovely and happy, and wondering did she have the new cream panties and bra underneath, cause we bought that set the same time."
Roger looks away wistfully, remembering something. Then he shakes himself back to reality and says with a grin, "You'd be surprised, Bill, at what panties and bra like that cost."
"Ummm, yes, I suppose I would be."
"Guess."
