He'd lost his wife five years before and he never seemed to be able to crawl out of the doldrums. He hadn't had a date in years, and we could see his depression everyday. I asked my wife what we could do for Jake, and she simply shrugged. "He needs a woman," she said. "He needs a good piece of ass, if you ask me." I knew she was right but I shrugged back at her.
"So who can we get to fuck Jake before he drowns in the sea of discontent?" I asked.
"You know anyone who needs to be fucked by a really nice guy who needs a piece of ass in the worst way?" she asked. We looked at one another and exchanged shrugs again and shook our heads.
"I know who he'd really like to fuck, but she's married and not available," I said.
"We can't let that stop us," she said with a grin.
"Well, you know who he'd really like to crawl in the sheets with, don't you?"
She shook her head and I grinned. "You, baby. More than anyone, he rather screw you than anyone we know." She laughed and made a face. "No, really. There is no one he'd rather get sexy with than you. I'll bet he has fantasized about fucking you many, many times.
She let the subject drop, and it didn't come up again for a week. We had just made love and she looked up at the ceiling and said quietly, "You think Jake really wants to fuck me?"
"Of course he does," I said. "Any chance?"
"Well, he is a good friend, right?" she said
"And we help friends, right?" She began to laugh and I rolled over on my side and looked down at her. "You think you might help out a good friend in need?" I asked.
She was quiet for a long time, then she sighed and said, "He is a pretty sad case."
"And it would do wonders for his disposition," I said.
"Right. We have to help his disposition," she said laughing.
"Well, let me put it this way. Would you consider fucking Jake for friendship sake?"
She turned to me and stared into my eyes. She looked serious. "I might," she said with a sigh. It was decided that very morning that she was the one who should come to our friend's rescue. She should offer herself to him to help him out of the depths of despair he was in.
"You wouldn't mind if I fucked your friend?" she asked with a tone of seriousness.
"He is my friend. Often over the years men would offer their wives to guests as a gesture of friendship. I would be grateful if you did."
"What if he liked it? What if I did?"
"I expect you would," I said. "Why would you if you didn't like it? It should be enjoyable for both of you. Otherwise it is a waste."
"How do we approach it?" she asked. "We can't just go to him and say, 'My wife wants to fuck you so you'll come out of your funk. What do we say?"
"We need to invite him to go places with us, to be a part of our family. We'll let it happen naturally. You'll show him affection. You'll see, it will come in due course. Maybe I'll tell him he can. I don't know yet, but it will work out, you'll see."
We began having Jake over quite often, and his being with us seemed normal. Claire was affectionate with him, and he began to get used to her demonstrations of closeness. Finally, I asked him to take her to an event I couldn't make. I told her to be sure and kiss him in thanks, and to make it very tender and appreciative. She did and he kissed her back, passionately and very heated.
"Thank you," she said. "I needed that. Would you like to come to my bed?" she asked. He nodded. When they got in the bedroom she began undressing him, then he returned the favor and kissed her neck and breasts.
"It's been a long time," he said. "I hope I have not forgotten how," he added.
"It will come back quickly," she said leading him into bed. She took a hold of his penis and kissed him. Jake's body stiffened and he responded to her touch. "We'll just go slow," she said. His penis touched her pussy and his breath caught. She pushed on her hips and forced him in an inch or so. He pushed some with his hips and he moved another inch or two into her pussy.
"Oh god," he said. She kissed him and pushed again with her hips. He went in a bit farther.