She trusted him, of course she trusted her husband. It was happening so quickly, though. Simon would be joining them for lunch. Kate had gone directly to her boss when she'd gotten to work and showing how nervous she was, asked if she could take her lunch early and have the rest of the afternoon. Her attendance record was impeccable, there was no question of her taking time away for the afternoon.<br/><br/>Once home, she went immediately into perfect little wife and hostess mode. She had a fresh pot of coffee set to turn on a kettle ready to come back to the boil if tea was preferred. She made some small sandwiches and a dish of cheese and fruit. A quick check of her hair and makeup, a smoothing of her skirt and Kate was ready.<br/><br/>The doorbell set her nerves on edge. Calm a moment before, now Kate would be faced with talking about her sex life with a near stranger to her. She barely knew Simon, she knew of him well enough but little details aside from the fact that he was into a very different scene than Phillup and herself. Not just culturally but sexually. She trusted Phillup and Phillup trusted Simon. Kate did not trust herself to be able to speak.<br/><br/>Checking her reflection one last time, Kate went to the door and pulled it open.  "Hello Simon."  She said softly and waved him into the house, her eyes unable to meet his after the first greeting.  She felt her cheeks flush. Simon was attractive, more so than she remembered. He looked nice with his black hair tied back.  So different. Phillup had never been very clear what had brought these two opposites together as friends but they were, and good friends at that.<br/><br/>"I've made some sandwiches and we have some fruit and cheese. May I get you a drink? I can get some tea or coffee ready quickly or we have water and apple juice?"  She met his eyes again and smiled softly.  "Please make yourself comfortable. Phillup will be here any minute."  She'd always called him Phillup, it was as if her mouth could not form the short form. It was part and parcel to Kate's way, prim, proper and formal. Now she was going to sit in her lovely home and discuss sex with her husband and his friend.<br/><br/>"I hope this isn't too strange for you. Phillup thinks you can... well he'll be here soon and we can have a light lunch and talk about... and talk." She said and sat in one of the seats around the coffee table, her legs crossed.