A Friend in Need - Sex Stories

A Friend in Need

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“Maybe…”"Maybe..."

We both paused as we realised we’d spoken at the same time.

I swallowed. “Sorry, darling. You first.”

“No, you…”

This time, we laughed.

“No, you go – I’m sure I was about to say something silly.”

Sally bit her lower lip and sighed. “All right, but you’ll probably think it a nutty idea. Don’t get upset or anything.”

“Of course not.”

“Promise?”

It was my turn to sigh. “Scout’s honour.”

“You were never a scout.”

I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Fair point.”

She smiled uncertainly. “Well, I was thinking – maybe I should seduce him.”

I froze, shocked. Since we were married nearly twenty-five years ago, she hadn’t ever suggested such a thing. Had, in fact, been vehemently opposed if I even joked about her being with someone else.

I cleared my throat. “How do you mean?” I asked tentatively.

“I mean, why don’t I sleep with him?” she said matter-of-factly.

I frowned as if I didn’t understand. “Are you joking?”

“You see, you’re getting upset! I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I just thought…”

“What?”

“Well, you’re the one who normally pushes in this direction, so I didn’t think you’d…”

“What?” I said again.

“Look, I – I’ve got the impression in the past that you – that you’d be quite happy for me to go to bed with another man.”

The thing was, she wasn’t wrong. And, damn it, it was exactly what I’d been going to suggest. Well, not exactly that – I didn’t have that much courage. But I ...

... was going to suggest she flirt with him. Though why I would suggest that if I didn’t want her to follow through, I didn’t know. That would be prick-teasing. I really hadn’t had a chance to think about it properly.

Sally had, though. Bright girl, my wife. To my knowledge, neither of us had ever slept with anyone else since we’d said‘I do’ to each other all those years ago. And our love lives had undoubtedly been getting a bit stale for – well, for quite a few years, if I were honest. I couldn’t actually remember the last time we’d made love – and even then, it had been very much a cursory fuck, satisfying for neither of us.

I shrugged, embarrassed at her prescience. “Well…”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Joël. At least it would spice upmy sex life a bit, even ifyou’re no longer interested.”

Ouch – that hit home.

I looked at my wife.Still damned attractive, even in her early fifties. Where had we gone wrong?

I didn’t know, but, well – why not?

“You really want to sleep with my best friend?” I asked, still unsure of what it would mean.

Sally looked at me carefully. “That’s not really the question, is it, Joël? If I put it the other way around, wouldyou be willing forme to fuck your best buddy?”

I blew out my cheeks. “I don’t even know if he’d be interested. After all, he’s bisexual – with a possible leaning towards guys if I – if I remember correctly.”

“Well, then – I’d have to make a particularly enthusiastic effort in my seduction,” she said tartly. “Dress ...