{This is set way back in the sixties, a different world than today. That might help you to understand it better.}
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I was sitting at my kitchen table enjoying my third cup of coffee when my phone rang.
"Danny? Can I come over and talk to you please?" Sandy's voice asked.
Sandy and Cary were two of my very best friends. I knew her first, she was the room mate of Patty, my second wife.
The truth there is that if I had not been involved up to my ears in Patty, I would have made a move on Sandy but it just never happened.
Then Cary came into the picture, that was the end of even any thought of that.
Messing around with another man's wife doesn't sit too well with me, having had that done to me not once but twice.
My first wife Sherry I caught in bed with Bobby, one of my friends at the time. Sherry and I were both eighteen, too damned young to be honest.
There was one hell of a fight and I beat the holy shit out of Bobby, which got me three days in jail and a $150 fine.
It was two years later when I met Patty, a foxy but slutty redhead.
Patty and I didn't last very long, she exuded sex and being still young I thought I liked that.
Actually, I did like it when she was slutty with me but as it turned out, she was slutty with everyone.
Patty was also well aware of her effect on men, and it didn't take me very long to figure out that there was no way for her to ever keep her panties on if a male was around.
Bad time there, it sort of soured me on females for quite awhile.
Two in a row like that sort of shoots a man's faith all to shit.
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"Sure, come on over any time. What's up?" I asked Sandy, curious.
"Not over the phone, Danny. I will see you tonight, is about seven OK?" Her voice sounded timid, quieter than usual.
"Sure." We hung up. I didn't have a clue what that could be about. Sandy and I were actually sort of close, I guess that is the right word. I loaned her some money a few times, always got paid right back. She hung around my house a lot along with others, we were all just sort of a group. Forgetting about it, I headed on in to work.
That evening I got home and had some dinner, two hot dogs and some potato salad washed down with a coke.
Men living alone are not exactly fussy about food, at least I am not. I went in and showered, shaved my face, planning on heading out to some night club somewhere, see what I could find.
It had been nearly four months since Patty had waited until I was gone to work, then backed up a rented U-haul to our door and hauled everything she could get her hands on away.
The last few months we had been together were a constant fight, I was trying to make it work but nearly every word out of that woman's mouth was a lie.
So coming home to an empty house was damn near a relief.
It had also been the same four months since I had been laid, but finally I was getting over the pain of it all.
Being a still young and reasonably virile male, things were getting to the point where I needed something other than my own hand.
Cary and Sandy had been by several times, doing everything they could do to cheer me up. They even had a big party over at their place, insisting that I be there.
Of course there was one woman at the party most likely deliberately aimed at me, a big busty redhead named Marti that turned out to be a budding actress and model.
I figured that part out in about 60 seconds and did my level best to stay away from her. That wasn't easy to do, she did the follow me around asking me questions bit while flipping her hair and smiling.
The top half of her over sized tits showing didn't do it either.
I was having none of that.
The truth is that right then I did not like women at all, I guess it showed because the redhead left rather early.
Her mass of flowing red hair and overtly sexy look just reminded me of Patty which made my already sour mood worse.
But I was now over the Patty bitch, time to get up and moving again.
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I was pulling on my slacks that night when someone knocked on the door. I remembered Sandy's phone call just as I opened it, another five minutes and I would have been gone.
"Oh, hey! Hi, Sandy. Come on in, where is Cary?" I held the door and she walked in. She had on a plain white blouse and jeans, looking pretty like always.
"Cary didn't come. In fact, that is part of what I need to talk to you about. Can we go in to the living room?"
All I could think of was that maybe they were having some problems. For some reason all the gals in my circle thought nothing of baring their souls to me when they had men troubles, it beats me as to why except maybe because I will listen.
Sandy wasn't one that did that much talking about men problems, instead we talked about things like hopes and dreams, she mentioned she wanted kids and a family. We chatted about politics without even arguing if you can believe that.
I guess the right word is we liked each other?
I poured a couple of drinks, a Whiskey for me and some Vodka for her with Orange juice that I knew she liked.
"So what's going on, Sandy?" I asked her, plopping down on one of my beanbag chairs. She sat down on the living room carpet, took a sip of her drink. I noticed she easily folded her legs with her feet underneath herself, women seem to be able to do that with no effort.
"This hard to say, but I want you to do me a huge favor." Sandy looked up at me, her expression was different than I was used to from her.
"Sure, anything." I said. Sandy being one of my very best friends, of course I would do anything I could for her.
"It's Cary. He wants me to....sleep with another man." Sandy blurted out.
Now that I did not expect.
Cary was always playing games, making sexy wisecracks, that was just Cary. At parties if any of the females dared to wear a top with a bow tie in the back, Cary was going to pull it sooner or later.
That happened so much that we all came to more or less expect it when things got a little bit drunk.
The girls sort of expected it too, which is why some of them wore tops like that in the first place. More than once we would hear some outraged shrieks, look up to see Cary being chased down a beach waving one of the girl's tops with them hot on his heels, their bare titties bouncing.
Funny as hell stuff.
Sandy was a bit more conservative though. She wore a more secure type suit so I never got to see her boobs, but the part I did get to see was sure pretty nice.
Like I said, if I hadn't been involved in that mess with my second wife Patty, I probably would have made a stab at Sandy.
So it never happened, we were just sort of buds.
Once I remembered that we were all at the river, with a ski boat and having a ball. Cary cornered Sylvia who he was dating at the time, got her top off and her hands pinned behind her back.
That was actually hilarious, Sylvia really didn't mind that much because she was laughing. She also barely got loose without Cary getting her bottoms, although he sure did try. She did that by reaching over and jerking his trunks down, escaping when he let go to tug them back up.
We all roared at that, poor Cary standing there with his hairy four inch pecker hanging out in space. Served him right, we teased him to no end after that.
Mike, one of the guys that provided the ski boat got up and starting singing "Is that all there is?", sounding real close to that Tom Jones dude.
Fucking hilarious, let me tell you.
Of course during that period between wives Sylvia and I had woken up together a couple of times after one of the parties. In fact I think she had woken up with just about all of the guys over time.
Seeing Sylvia's bare tits was no big deal, everybody saw them at one time or another.
All of that stuff was just Cary. Like I said, we were all pretty close friends, things got passed around a lot. Once I was in my bedroom with Linda after it had gotten pretty drunk. Linda was an on the chubby side gal that came to some of the parties. I woke up with Sylvia climbing in with us.
Later I got up to go use the john and Sandy was asleep on one of my bean bag chairs, all by herself. Cary was curled up on the floor nearby with a blanket pulled around himself.
