It was Paul's idea. He requested that I be the last one to visit him. "I want to save the best for last," he told Harry. "She is the one who opened this world for us and I want to make sure I show her my utmost gratitude."
He spent a full hour with Harry learning about who I was. He asked about my pet peeves, my favorite food, my hobbies and my work. He wanted to know where I was born, how many brothers and sisters I had, where I went to college and how long I had been in the US. He asked about how Harry and I met and how we fell in love and how we got married. Harry told him everything, and not once did he flinch or hesitate, even when Paul started asking him about my sex life.
"What kind of a pussy does she have?" Paul asked. "Is it big or small, hairy or sparse? Does her ass hole smell or is it odorless?" He asked about my breasts and my armpits and wanted to know if I masturbated. He asked about how often we did it and whether Harry had ever shared me with a man.
When he came back home to get me ready for my visit, Harry was aflame with lust. The thought of having spent an hour debriefing a man on the most intimate matters concerning his wife and her sexual life and then coming back home to prepare his wife to spend an hour of sex with that man -- the situation and the sequence of events made him burn with sexual fire. He looked at me with single-minded intensity and treated me with unusual politeness.
I wore my silk black dress and put on heavy make-up and large diamond earrings. He wanted me to look handsome and attractive, although he knew that Paul would find me desirable no matter how I looked.
"He is acting like a virgin boy about to sleep with his first girl," Harry whispered softly as he buckled up my gold chain behind my neck. "Amazing," he continued. "He has had his fill of sex with Chinese vaginas the last two days and yet he can't wait to penetrate the seventh! That's a force of nature, no doubt, and I have no right to obstruct it in any way."
"Are you going to watch?" I asked him, not looking him in the eyes.
"Of course," he answered immediately. "I can't miss it. I must witness this. It is too important."
I nodded. "I am glad. I am glad you have the strength."
"In fact," he added, "I am going to wear my blue suite for the occasion."
Stephen was of course there, setting up the camera and the lighting. He greeted me with a polite nod and continued with his work. Carol was there too, wearing a formal strapless blue dress and stockings. She welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and walked me directly to the bedroom and sat beside me by the bed.
We chatted for a few minutes. Carol said that she was happy that I could make the time, that Paul was very excited about the new project, that it had gone without a hitch up to that point. She added that they both looked forward to a great deal of fun and enjoyment for all, and were thrilled by "the birth of so many new beautiful friendships."
Harry sat on a chair in a corner and smiled.
