Consenting Adults

A beautiful, 30 year old, Greek chic, Gina, at the Hen's Night on Saturday night, said she wanted to see her husband get off with another man, but he won't be in it.

I laughed. Those straight boys, I said. No sense of adventure.

You know, then sometimes he gives me the idea he might be in it.

Why?

Well, he's inquisitive more so than objecting. You know, like he wants to. He keeps talking about it. Asking questions.

Or is that wishful thinking?

She laughed.

She wondered if it made her abnormal, she laughed again.

What turns you on, turns you on, I said.

She said she asked him how he'd feel about her getting off with another chick.

So, he'd be all right with that?

Yeah mate, he's real happy about that idea, don't you worry. She laughed again. You know, I'd be in it. I'd love a girl to go down on me. I couldn't do it to her, though... maybe? I reckon another girl would know... you know what I mean?

Yeah, some chick is going to go for that? I thought. Sure, I do.

So I think it is only fair that he lets me watch him. She looked around to see if any one could hear her. We watch gay porn. Two guys together, it turns me on. I want to see two guys together... for real.

You know, two guys together isn't exactly novel for me, so I'm not really sure where to go with this, I thought. You want to see some guy suck him off?

Sure.

What's you husband like? I had to ask.

My husband is hot, she said. Handsome. Buff. Italian. Financial Accountant and topless barman named Johnny.

My head spun. A buff, shirtless, Italian boy named Johnny. Be still my beating heart. Can that be true? I thought. I said lamely, Big cock?

She smiled and held her hands out in front of her. Italian, mate?

It always freak me out just a little, to be truthful, when a girl says mate. I don't know why, but that word is purely a male domain word, in my mind.

I smiled and thought, Why didn't you bring him? Oh, hen's night.

So you pick up a gay guy together?

A bi guy.

He has to screw both of you?

Sure? Why not?

Sure. Why not? Easy. Internet.

You don't think it is sick?

No. Baby, you haven't seen any thing, I thought. Every body's sexuality fits in along a continuum. There is no gay or straight. Moral or immoral. They are constructs. Consenting adults are consenting adults.

You know you are right.

Is this sex 101, or what? I thought. What crap am I sprouting?

She lent over close. I want to see a guy fuck Johnny up the arse, she smiled. It's the only thing I can't do. You know, no equipment. She pointed to her crutch with both hands.

Yeah, I got that.

So, I want to watch it. Two guys. One I love. She smiled. It's just sex, after all.

You could get a strap on. I'd had a joint, I couldn't get into it. The boy on boy thing.

She ran with it. I wanted to, but he said it was too gay for him. She laughed. He'd kill me for telling you this...

But you are going to tell me any way, I thought.

...but when we take e's he loves my finger up his arse. Makes him moan. He loves it!

That doesn't make any sense, I said. How can it be gay at all, if you are a hetro couple?

She laughed.

He's got more nerve endings up his arse than he has on the nob of his cock.

Apparently, she said.

He wouldn't be the first straight boy to be freaked out by that, I said.

My step-son Fen was a prime example. He couldn't believe it when his girlfriend used to finger his arse. He'd be high and he'd rave on about how gay that used to make him feel.

You have to lull him into a false... um, er, give him a sense of security. You have to make him feel secure in it.

So how do I get him to agree? Gina said.

That's something you have to work out, sweet heart. I laughed.

She laughed.

I winced over the fact that I had just called her sweet heart.