My Buddy
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His name is Ralph. He's about 2 or 3 inches taller than I am and he's more muscular and lithe. I'm an electronics and financial guy. He's not. Mostly that means he doesn't have a really solid line of work or interest. He likes me. I like him. We get along great. Sometimes he lives in town but a lot of the time he lives somewhere else. He makes money. He always has a nice car, which isn't rented or leased, and he dresses well.
He likes to tease sandy when he stops in. When he lives out of town he stays over. Usually several times a year so he's pretty much familiar with our digs and habits. We always have good dinners and lots of wine and entertainment. Stage shows and some concerts and sports. Sometimes when we're out he'll put a hand down on Sandy's butt and sometimes she'll do that to him.
Sandy kind of dresses for him so her breasts are more noticeable and slacks or dress shows more female movement or body shape. I know she appreciates the attention and I admire her male attraction assets. Ralph's crotch is perfect for the ladies and he always dresses in clothing so she gets something in return. She dances with both of us when we're out and at home so Ralph gets a nice amount of female in return.
Saturday night. We're back at home and about half soused with wine and still having some. I'm in the kitchen and Sandy comes in. She says, "Are you going to bed?"
"I think I'll stretch out on the sofa. I can hardly see. You?"
"In a bit. I hate to just abandon you two after you've been so attentive to me, particularly Ralph."
"Well, hold his hand for a while until he gets to sleep."
"Ok, shouldn't be that long."
It's late, about 11:45. I stretch out on the sofa and get comfortable and close my eyes. I'm not that tired, just soused. More like brain numb. I'm on my stomach with my head down in the soft seat cushion but I can see ok. The lights are mostly down with flickering light from the fake fireplace, no actual heat, just visual. Ralph is on the floor with his pillow under his normal very light blanket we keep for him. Sandy is in a chair. He has a hand on her foot, taking off her shoe.
She has on one of those Arabic sheik kind of flowing pants, blossomed. Soon he has a hand up in one leg rubbing around her knee. I close my eyes for a while. I don't know how much time went by when I opened my eyes again. Everything was kind of fuzzy. She was on the floor with Ralph under his blanket. Her butt was sticking out of the blanket towards me with Ralph's hand up the back of her blouse. As I watched he slowly slid her pants down her hips and under the blanket then his hands got back on her bare butt. Then her back got bare. I could see her pussy lips in back.
When I looked again one of her legs was out of the blanket with her knee up and Ralph was on top with his butt going up and down under the blanket. I knew they were fucking but didn't seem to care. It was Sandy. All the guys wanted to fuck her. She had one of those fuck bodies. Her hips were a little wide but she didn't have large stick out buns. When you fucked her your dick could get in enough for your balls to get enveloped by her vulva. All that soft smooth moist warm skin wrapping everything you had and you could go in right to the end.
It caused an astounding chamber for your dick and you couldn't help but spill out every single cell of sperm you had no matter how long it took. Her breasts were just enough to get your face in them for the longest time and Sandy just loved getting her nipples sucked while she was fucking. She had a way of fucking up on your dick without getting in your way and sort of clamping her muscles around the head of your dick just at the right time so she fucked the head while you were coming out. She would pull back across it at just the right time but not so much that made you get off to soon.
Just as you got off she would plunge her finger in your butt and you couldn't help but bury your dick in her as far as you could until you had to stop. She's given me orgasms that I don't have the words to describe. You have to experience them and Ralph was doing that. I closed my eyes and the next time I looked Sandy was on top and moving. My eyes closed again.
When I woke up it was morning and much brighter. I heard Sandy in the kitchen and peeked over the back of the sofa and she was dressed differently. Ralph's blanket and pillow were gone and he was nowhere in sight. I got up and said good morning and went to shower and change. I heard Ralph's shower running. I showered and dressed and went to the kitchen. Ralph wasn't there yet.
Sandy got me coffee and sat down with me. She said, "Thanks. I held his hand until he went to sleep. He was playing with me and I slipped down on the floor with him. We were both kind of drunk and probably didn't realize what we were doing until it was over. I think he's feeling really guilty so you might find a way to solve that."
"Guilty about what? What were you doing?"
"Holding his hand. Dan, you said to hold his hand until he went to sleep. Don't kid me here, I'm not in the mood."
"Sorry. Yeaw, I did say that. I know you were fucking, I saw you. Was he good?"