A Friend in Need - Sex Stories

A Friend in Need

... dress up for you.”

Max looked confused for a moment before I grabbed the wine from the fridge and led him into the dining room.

“What did she mean,‘she did it for me’?” he whispered.

“Oh, you know, she just wanted to look good for another man.” I saw his confusion. “She doesn’t get the opportunity to dress up much, so she just thought it would be nice. Is that a problem?”

“Um, no, of course not,” he replied, looking thoughtful.

Sally had already set the table, so all we had to do now was serve the food and pour the wine. As usual, the food was mouthwatering and delicious, and the wine ensured the conversation flowed. After twenty-four hours with us, Max was finally starting to really unwind and relax.

Sally continued to flirt with Max as we ate. He was very relaxed about it and responded in kind, giving me a very searching look that clearly asked,‘Hey, buddy - are you okay with this?’ I just winked in response, and after we had finished eating, I suggested we move from the dining room to the lounge, where I lit a fire in the wood burner and put on some background music. Max and Sally sat chatting next to each other on the sofa with their topped-up wine glasses.

When I turned, they were both laughing at something Sally had said. She had her hand on his thigh, and Max’s eyes met mine with a slightly startled expression.

I waggled my eyebrows in return and shrugged suggestively. Watching the silent exchange between us, Sally moved her hand further up ...

... his thigh. “Max? Last night, you told us you hadn’t had sex for years. Would…” she hesitated, her self-confidence in the balance. “We thought maybe we could – you know…”

She bit the bullet and moved in to kiss him. A gentle kiss on the lips that took him by surprise. “What – what are you doing?” His eyes switched rapidly between Sally and me. Wanting to calm him, I moved to sit on his other side.

“Max, we just thought; Sally and I were discussing it last night and thought, frankly, that you could do with some good, old-fashioned sex. What do you think?”

“Um…” His eyes were still moving rapidly from one to the other of us.

“When was the last time you were with someone – womanor man?” asked Sally softly.

“Um, like I said last night, it must be about seven years.”

“And are you attracted to me, Max? Am I appealing to you?”

Max swallowed. “Um, actually, yes, you are, Sally.” He cleared his throat. “Very.”

“Well, then. Would you like to make love to me tonight? To fuck me?”

For a moment, Max looked like he was ready to bolt. “I – I don’t know. It’s – it’s been so long since I, you know. I mean, what about Joël?” he said, looking at me anxiously.

I moved to reassure him. “I’m fine with it, Max. More than fine, really. This is our invitation to you. A gift, if you like. But we don’t want you to feel any pressure…”

“…maybe just ateeny bit of pressure,” interrupted Sally with a gentle pout. She leaned in and whispered in Max’s ear, and I saw his eyes go ...