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A Friend Indeed

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I suppose mf is about right. You decide,


Claire is a friend. No, I mean that....a life long friend. I have never really fancied her, nor she me. We grew up together and our relationship is way beyond just wanting sex with each other. We have never experimented nor even held hands,

And then, an absolute tragedy hit my life. I was in an accident that left me totally deaf. When I recovered from the accident and was discharged from hospital, my loving wife had decided she didn't want to live with a disabled man, and had cleared out not only the house, but the bank account too.

Claire helped me come to terms with my new silent world, and to get some second hand furniture. She even managed to fix me up with a job because, of course, my old firm had decided to absence manage me out even before I left hospital. What a lovely caring society we live in,

Then, last week something wonderful. Clare was sitting with me one evening, just for company. We were watching some film or other and there was a romantic clinch between the key roles. I started to get a hard on. The first one I had for many months,

I hoped Claire didn't notice, but she obviously had. She got up, turned the tv off and turned to face me. Very slowly, she lifted her dress and showed me her pink cotton knickers, then, equally slowly, she slipped them off. Teasing me into full erection by turning sideways on, hiding what I discovered was a completely steely shaved pussy until the last moment, then, she tossed her knickers at me and sat in the chair opposite.

Somehow, I just knew that touching was off the menu, to be honest, I didn't want that either. Clare spread her legs and started lightly to touch herself. I unzipped and did the same, with her warm, moist knickers on my leg. Clare glanced down at them and motioned picking them up.

I held them to my face and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating.....like that first time as a teenager you go down on a girl for the first time.

Clare masturbated and so did I. She fingered herself and even reached around to put one, then two fingers deep in her arse.

She knew when my orgasm approached and spread her pussy lips wide. I could actually see her cum as I shot my load.

Afterwards, we went to bed and spent the night, naked in each others arms, we didn't fuck. We didn't masturbate. Just the warmth of her was enough.

We can't communicate well yet. I am learning to read sign language and Clare is learning to sign. Unfortunately, BSL doesn't let you talk dirty, but we are managing.

I know, for example, that Clare loves anal as much as vaginal, that she is into adventurous sex too....we are getting there.

Perhaps my bitch wife leaving was a turning point.



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