The idea for this story came from another story. I thought about it for a while and wrote a new story. In Sept 2011 I revised that story and resubmitted it. Comments written before the 24th of Sept 2011 are for the previous version. There are blowjobs, vaginal, anal sex and cuckoldry in this story. There is also resolution.
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In the fifth grade I sat next to Tim in the back row. We became friends and stayed friends all through school. He was quiet and often invisible during our lives, until college. In college he found some confidence and actually became a popular guy in our small social circle. I believed his confidence was based in Sarah. They met and bonded during their first year at college together. When I met Amy we were in our third years and luckily the four of us got along well during college. Amy and Sarah didn't look at all alike. Amy loved wearing her dark brown hair long and often in a ponytail. Her skin was always tanned and looked like she had just applied lotion. Amy moved like she had spent her entire youth studying dance. Her green eyes captivated me from the day I met her. Amy was about five foot six and Sarah about five foot one.
After graduation Sarah and Tim moved to Baltimore while Amy and I moved to Denver. Our friendship remained, but was limited to phone calls and emails mostly with one summer trip somewhere each year.
Sarah was a pretty, petite blond with a gymnast's body and stunning pixy looks. Tim looked like if he wore big plaid shirts he would be the poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He was about six foot tall with short curly chestnut colored hair. Most of the time Tim was quiet and Sarah the life of the party type, but somehow they seemed to fit.
After graduation and our moves, Amy and I noticed that things weren't as rosy between Tim and Sarah as they had been. It started with little things we saw in their emails, sniping about things they said or did. Tim's remarks were in the form of being hurt by things Sarah said or did. Sarah wrote about Tim in the form of complaints.
In the summer three years after graduation we met in Yellowstone for a week. We saw all the sights, attended a rodeo, a county fair and took lots of pictures. We drove to Salt Lake City to catch planes for home. On a lunch break when Tim went to the bathroom Sarah confided in me that as soon as they were home she was divorcing Tim. She wouldn't go into any details, just saying that she just couldn't live with Tim anymore.
I got the news from Tim three days later in an email. He wrote that the divorce was a shock and that Sarah was unwilling to get counseling or even tell Tim why she wanted the divorce. He hinted that he thought she was seeing someone on the side.
The emails from Sarah stopped. The emails from Tim sounded like his life had turned to shit. He described his new apartment as a cracker box in a poorer part of town and that because he was divorced the promotions were not coming his way at work. He said it was a family business and they just didn't much like divorced men. In our phone calls he sounded like death warmed over.
For months we had been reading and hearing about the slumping job market. One day I got a call from Tim telling me that he was looking for work. He had been released from his job and had landed a job interview in Denver. I talked with Amy and we decided to invite him to stay with us while he was here for the interview.
I had a great job with a high-tech start-up and Amy was a recruiter for a big Denver law firm. We both made good money and Amy loved that about eighty percent of her job could be done from home. She had a home office overlooking the Rockies. Given our successes it was hard to identify with Tim's plight.
When he arrived he tried to look up beat... and failed. He told us of some minor successes he had in the last three months but that he had not been offered a good job.
When he and I were alone he confided that he was starting to believe there were no jobs and there were no women either. He let me know that the drought was in both the job market and the relationship field as well. He said he had been out only twice since Sarah left him. I heard deep hurt in his voice letting me know he was going more and more into depression.
Amy and I talked often about our friend Tim, discussing his depression and his need for a good job. He had arrived in town four days before the interview. Amy cooked great meals while he was with us and told me she was doing it to boost his spirits. She bought him a new dress shirt and tie to wear to the interview, also to boost his dragging spirits.
The night before his interview at Rocky Mountain University College Amy and I were talking, as we got ready for bed. Tim had been staying in our guest room; a cozy, warm room down in our basement. I shared with her what he had said to me that day. "I'm starting to believe that if Rocky Mountain University doesn't work out, I'll work the rest of my life at Best Buy. I hear they're hiring."
"That bitch!" Amy said, "If Sarah had hung in there with him until he got his feet on the ground, he'd be Ok today!"
"I don't think Sarah gets all the blame. Maybe if he was a bit more positive, less hangdog. Sarah had the impact she did because she was his first and only."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "Didn't Tim have other girl-friends before Sarah?"
"I mean that he didn't date in high school and when we got to college he asked one girl out. Sarah. She said yes and he was done. I don't think he ever dated anyone but her. Sarah's probably the only woman he's ever slept with."
"Oh my God! What a distorted view of women he must have!"
"He's known other women. I know he thinks the world of you. He is a smart guy, just emotionally crippled because he wasn't ever very social except with the four of us. In my humble opinion, if Tim is ever going to break free of Sarah he needs to find out that other women find him desirable. Then he could get on with his life."
"He's caught! If he doesn't come out of his shell, women will avoid him and any woman who might come close probably has so many problems she'll drag him down." Amy said, thinking over his dilemma.
"Too bad there isn't something we can do to help him." I said. "Do we have a friend who would seduce him, convince him that there is life after Sarah? That would be a hell of a friend."
Sarah looked at me like I had just discovered electricity. After a few seconds of silence Amy looked at me and asked, "You want me to seduce him?" Her face made it a question. Her eyes made it a challenge. Her tone was part rebuke, part offer, and part observation.
I answered, "Hell no! He'd fixate on you like he did on Sarah. That wouldn't help him and it certainly wouldn't do our marriage any favors. He needs someone new, not you."
"Well, if his interview goes well tomorrow, maybe we can introduce him to someone new."
We finished getting ready for bed and got in our bed. Amy shared a few kisses with me and we went to sleep. In the morning she made breakfast for the three of us and I left for work. Tim's appointment was scheduled for eleven o'clock.
At a little before ten I called Amy, hoping to talk to Tim before he left. Amy answered professionally and told me I had just missed Tim. He had taken her car and was on his way to the University. I told Amy about three single women I knew at work who I thought might be matches for Tim. She didn't get excited about any of them. Our other phone rang and she had to take the call.
That afternoon when I got home Amy's car was parked in the garage. I went inside hoping to see Tim happy and excited. He wasn't. He told me the interview went well and he had been told they had four more people to interview before deciding anything about hiring or scheduling a second interview. He said they promised to get back to him by the end of the week.
I went upstairs to change into casual clothes and noticed the shower had been used and I noticed a wet towel hanging. I asked myself why would Amy take a shower in the middle of the day? The answer was obvious... she got dirty or sweaty.
For the next three days, while I was at work, Tim did some things around the house that had been on my Honey-Do list. Every day when I got home there was a wet towel in our bathroom and the shower had been used. Also, every day Amy got me alone and told me how depressed Tim was.
