I nodded. I had felt that too when we were at the party. She spoke to me politely and listened to what I said and asked me several thoughtful questions, paying attention to what was in my hands and offering me more food and drink when I was running out.
"It took a whole hour for him to go through the presentation. He started by where and when Carol was born -- she is thirty seven. He talked about her parents and her two brothers. He talked about where she went in elementary school and showed me pictures of her when she was a little girl. Then he spent a few slides on her high school days, pointing out the boys she dated and slept with, and dedicated a whole slide on the boy who took her virginity, a certain Stew who apparently lives in the area and is married with children, and with whom they have kept a close contact. She slept with seven boys in high school, Pat, can you imagine? Seven! Paul said that the high school days always set the tone for the rest of your life."
I was sipping my tea and listening intently. Harry got up, walked to the bathroom and came back with a towel. He then spread it carefully on the sofa seat, took his shorts and underwear off, and sat down. His cock was up and throbbing.
"I've had an erection all afternoon, and my cock needs some air," he said, and then sighed and leaned back as he fanned his cock and balls with his hand.
"You probably should ejaculate soon," I said, "otherwise you are going to get Blue Balls Syndrome. And you know how painful that is."
"Yes," he nodded, and then started rubbing the tip of his skinny penis.
"You know, she lost her virginity when she was fifteen?" he said, and then spit on his hand and began to masturbate in earnest, squeezing his cock and biting his lips.
"In college, she had four steady boyfriends, the last one Paul. She had a lot of sex -- far more than the average -- and Paul showed me some statistics. She was an outlier, having sex three times more than the median."
"He said, 'Carol is sweet, but she loves men. I say 'men' and not just 'sex'. She could go for months without sex -- she can be a camel when it comes to sex. But not men. She loves men."
Harry laughed at this and shook his head.
"Then he went over her anatomy. First he showed me a picture of her smiling broadly with her large breasts bulging out of her white bra. Then he followed it with a slide showing her breasts completely exposed. She always had in every slide the same broad smile of a friendly and intelligent house wife. Her breasts were hanging out and her nipple areas were surrounded with huge brown circles. He pointed out the circles with his laser pointer and said that he loved those circles and that he sucked on them whenever he made love to Carol."
Harry's eyes were closed and he was now loudly masturbating regularly, spitting on his right hand every once in a while.
"Then we spent a couple of minutes on her armpits. The thing that I liked is that he always showed her smiling face, never just her body parts. He said that he liked to lick her armpits when she is sweaty. 'They smell, Harry,' he said, 'they smell to high heaven and I love that smell.' Then he went over her ass and her asshole. They are like us, Pat, they smell each other's asses. Although I did surprise him when I told him that I liked to smell your farts. He nodded and said, 'Well, that's interesting!' Then he went over to the desk and brought back a notebook and a pen. 'Looks like I need to take some notes,' he laughed, and then jotted something down about my farts comments.
"Then he said that Carol wasn't a fan of anal penetration, but that she obliged him once in a while. 'It's all about lubrication and being extra nice to your woman,' he counseled. Then we spent a good ten minutes on her pussy. She has an incredibly hairy pussy, Pat. The hair goes almost all the way up to her navel, and is thick like a little forest. I asked him if it smelled, and he said that it did, just like her armpits, and that if Carol didn't wash it twice a day and heavily perfumed it, the stench was overwhelming and not easy to tolerate. 'I have to be horny like a wild dog to be able to breathe that smell,' he said, 'and at such times the ungodly stench would turn me on even. But as soon as I ejaculated, I would have to close my nose and run out.'
"We took a break at that point and Paul went upstairs, probably to report back to Carol how we were coming along. I wanted to masturbate, but felt that it was best if I held it and masturbated in front of you. When he came back, he had two cold beers in his hands and a bowl of potato chips. 'And now, for the real exciting part,' Paul said. 'Now I will initiate you into our privileged circle of intimate friends.' He turned off the lights again and fired up a second PowerPoint presentation.
"'I want to introduce you to the men in our lives,' he said and cleared his throat. 'These are the men that Carol is allowed to fornicate with -- and only these men. He went over six men, Pat, six men of all ages and races, who go to bed with his wife."
Harry's eyes were wild and his face was red. He had stopped stroking his cock and was now gripping it with a tight fist.
