Man, where the fuck did that one sock end up? Like, come on, I've checked the washing machine about half a dozen times in the last fifteen minutes and it hasn't magically appeared in there, so it's got to be somewhere in the bedroom, but I've been looking here for ages and I'm running out of ideas. Well, I suppose I could check the dresser drawer where Kate puts her stuff. I have no idea why exactly a single sock of mine could landed there, but, y'know, I don't have a reason why it couldn't have ended up there either, so fuck it, it's an extra drawer to check, wouldn't want to pass that up, right? Else I won't be able to tell her that I've looked everywhere when she comes back, right? So here we go, nothing ventured, nothing gained. For a moment, I consider that I've never actually looked into her drawer before. Did she tell me not to at some point? God, I can't fucking remember. Who cares, not like she's going to come back from her yoga class in the next two minutes and catch me.

Now, if you asked me five minutes ago what I expected to find in that drawer, I would've said underwear, probably? Maybe some sex toys if she did in fact tell me not to look in here? And indeed, that is part of what I'm seeing here now that I've opened it. I do indeed see underwear, and I do indeed see a dildo. What really catches me off guard, though, is the third type of item in here... namely, porn DVDs. Gay porn DVDs. A whole lot of them, probably two dozen or so. And what are these titles? "Straight Boys Go Gay For Pay", "College Twink's First Gay Time", "Sweet Skater Boys Fall In Love"... seems she's got a type, but still, what the hell? My girlfriend's into gay guys? Or does she just like looking at twinks?

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Kate's voice scares the shit out of me. How did I not hear her come home already?

Stammering and stuttering, I try to piece together an explanation. "Uhhh... I was l-looking for a sock..." I mutter, this being both the truth and completely unbelievable at the same time, somehow.

Honestly, I would have expected her to be mad, but instead, she just gets this knowing smile on her face, the kind that suggests that she's got some sort of plan. "Oh, well, now that you've seen it, there's no avoiding it anymore, huh? You know my little secret..." she says, sauntering up to me before getting almost uncomfortably close. "I think gay boys are super hot. Two guys together in bed... nothing beats it. And do you know what the absolute hottest thing in the world would be?" she then asks, leaving me to meekly shake my head. "If my stud of a boyfriend were to let me watch him just go to town on some cutie's boy hole. Think about it," she adds before walking off and leaving me dumbstruck.

The rest of the evening goes by without further incident, and I'm just mostly confused as to what she's planning. I mean, she has to be planning something, right? You don't just drop something like that on your boyfriend and then don't act on it in some way. And yet, she doesn't... at least not tonight. The next day comes, and while she's off at another late night yoga lesson, I'm waiting at home, still just wondering what the fuck that was. At least I found the sock behind the couch. But when the front door opens and Kate comes back, I can tell immediately that this evening is going to go places. She's got a guy along with her, and he's got a look on his face that tells me this was 100% her idea. "Heeeeey, Sean..." she coos in an almost painfully saccharine tone. "I brought along a new friend I made at the gym! This is Ricardo, and he's a real nice guy. I bet you'd get along great," she adds before very intently walking into the living room quickly and slumping down on the recliner, leaving only the spot next to me on the sofa for Ricardo, which is just a bit too small for two people to sit on without getting just a bit too close.

So of course he sits down right next to me, and I get my first good look at him. Much like Kate, he's slim and short, but fit. His short hair is still disheveled from the earlier exercise, he's slightly out of breath—presumably from running over here, as that is Kate's preferred method of getting to and from the gym—so he's panting just a bit, and there's a light sweaty sheen on his tanned skin. "Um, hi?" he says, close enough that our legs are touching, looking at me with that expression again, that expression that says that she knows where this is supposed to go, he knows where this is supposed to go, and I know where this is supposed to go. "Kate showed me some pictures of you, and I thought you looked really pretty. Especially, um, y'know... those pictures," he adds. The blush rising to his cheeks tells me what pictures he means: Kate showed him those nude pictures of me she took in our bedroom like a week ago. Well, at least he liked them, but it's just becoming more and more clear what the plan is here.

And sure enough, Kate cuts back in. "Ricardo's a real cutie, isn't he, Sean?