Once again, my wife and I were at the one place we can always count on having our conversation turn to sex. We sat in Lisa's basement with her boyfriend, drinking vodka mixed with every other drink in the house. It didn't take long before Carolyn began telling them about our sexual adventure at the club.
"Three guys at the same time," Lisa exclaimed?
I was nearly embarrassed as my wife recounted each and every torrid detail of our night at the club. At the end of the story, Lisa said, "Damn, I'd like to have been one of those guys." Ryan and I nodded in agreement. I was about to let them know how great it really was to be one of those guys when it struck me.
"One of those guys," I repeated? I asked Lisa, "Wouldn't you have wanted to have been Carolyn?" I mean, I understood the two guys in the room wanting to be one of those lucky man whores; but, Lisa is a chick.
"Not really," she said slowly, "I mean, that's very hot; but, why can't I do the fucking instead of always being fucked?"
I think Ryan was a little surprised by that. I diverted attention from Lisa by asking my wife if she felt the same way. "Not really," came her reply.
Ryan stated for the record that he had no desire to be a woman and took a swig of his beer. I agreed and was happy enough that the conversation changed to a discussion of life in downtown DC after dark.
WORDS INTO ACTIONS
Apparently, Lisa and my wife spoke a few more times about what it would be like to "do the fucking." I wasn't told about any of this until after they had reached some sort of agreement. I was happy to help out any way I could once it was decided that Lisa should have her wish granted.