"Rog, if it's OK, I mean Claire did tell you to tell me everything, right?"
His eyes open. "That she did my friend, that she did. Claire really wants to help you out here. We both do. Do the right thing for you, for Anna, get you two silly kids back on track."
"Ummm, thanks for that, Rog."
"You're welcome, Bill."
"So then it's OK to ask what the scorecard was for those two over the whole weekend?"
"You mean how many times they fucked?"
"Ummm, yeah, if it's OK."
He smiled. "Thought you might ask me that."
"Only if it's OK."
Roger begins to chuckle, "Oh, yeah, it's OK. Like I said, Claire wants it all out there for you." He stops, closes his eyes and starts laughing again.
"What?" I ask him. "If you don't want to..."
"No, it's not that. It's just the word, 'scorecard'. Funny!"
"Why's that funny?"
"Cause it's what I said to my wife in bed last night us two talking about all of this. Claire and I made love first and after I asked her, what did she think was Anna's scorecard with Farrell over the whole three weeks she had with him?"
"Oh, Jesus!"
"And the two of us were like kids, laughing back and forth, tickling and giggling, trying to picture those two and trying to count them up. Claire kept getting eighteen, but I said twenty-two, and we'd tickle some more and fight about who was right and then we made love again."
"Fuck!"
"Yes, twice in one night, can you believe it?"
"No, I meant..."
"Oh, yes, excuse me, you meant those two, of course. And you're right on target there Bill, that Farrell dude sure could fuck. Guy was a stud, and Anna wasn't so bad either."
"Fuck! You mean she told you two about every one? Every time they fucked?"
"Best she could, yeah. Some to me and Claire that day, a bunch more just to Claire when those two would meet. Part of the..."
"...the process." By now I could finish for him.
"Exactly. Anna said some nights were kind of difficult to recall in detail cause, you know it was eighteen months ago and it was all a swirl of dick and orgasms so naturally it was hard on her." Ha ha! "Get it? Hard on her? Just like her man Farrell was." Ha ha! "Thankfully she had her little diary to refer to..."
"Diary? You're telling me my wife kept a fuck diary of her time with this asshole?"
"Absolutely she did, and it helped us all quite a bit," he says with a smile. "But even with the diary, which was just these crazy little marks only she could understand, kind of like coded, even then it was hard for her to recall everything exactly...and that's pretty much why Claire and I kept getting different numbers. We weren't even counting the blowjobs, man was more focused on Anna's pussy from the sound of it..."
"Wait! You're telling me Anna sucked his cock too?"
Roger rolls his eyes, exasperated. "Bill, please try to be mature about this. Two very attractive adults away from their spouses out in Kansas City for four or five nights together, enjoying the heck out of themselves with frequent extramarital sexual intercourse,..."
"I know but..."
"...pretty much fucking like two little bunny rabbits, nibble-nibble-fuck-fuck-nibble-nibble-fuck, right? Pretty much nonstop."
"But..."
"You picture it, you don't think it's going to occur to either one of them to change things up? Make some time for her to fellatio him? You know what I mean right? Fellatio? Have Anna suck him off?"
"I...Did he cum in her mou...?"