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.