Our wives have gone to the movies. They always do on Thursdays. It's become a bit predictable. We - that is, you and I - sometimes go out to a bar in the city and watch Georgina, a beautiful drag artist, very sexy. But tonight we decide to stay in. We have a couple of beers and soon get bored. Until we start talking about sex, which is pretty good fun and somehow inevitable when we get together.
Because I'm a bit loosened up by the alcohol (we've both sunk quite few 'Buddies') I ask you a personal question - whether you've ever imagined your wife going down on another woman. You blush and say, "Sometimes."
I tell you that I think about it a lot, and I even imagine my wife Helen, going down on your wife Sally. I can see it strikes a chord with you too. I ask you if you ever masturbate when you're thinking about it. You grin and sip your beer, avoiding the answer for the moment. Your shyness is both amusing and endearing. I admit to you that I enjoy a good wank at the thought of the girls licking each other out. I tell you that one of my favourite fantasies is your Sally and my Helen, coming back from the movies in the car and pulling over into a quiet spot off the road and... well, you know... getting down to it basically. It really turns me on.
"Me too," you say, blushing some more.
"Fancy watching a porno?" I say.