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By *ac6969 OP Man
over a year ago
leeds |
Hey, baby," I said, kissing my wife, Carina, and squeezing her ample sexy booty. "Enjoy your girl's night out."
"Hey!" she said, laughing. "Hands off mister!"
"It's time for an inappropriate hug," I said, poker-faced. Then I squeezed the other cheek.
"That's not a hug!"
"Mmmmmm," I said, still squeezing.
Carina repo'd her butt from my hand, then she and Harry's wife Dakota waved goodbye and left through the back door into the garage. I heard the sound of our car's engine starting up. The garage door squeaked up and back down.
Harry came out of the kitchen with two opened IPA beers. He was my best friend since we were little kids poking at anthills with sticks and daring each other to climb further up onto dangerously thin branches at the top of trees. He had grown into a tall slim man with masculine features except for his long shaggy black hair, which tumbled luxuriously below his shoulders, making him look like a rock star or maybe a modern day Jesus. We sat on his leather couch and each took a swig. Buddy the Corgi, being the horny bastard that he is, wagged his stub of a tail and started the festivities by humping Harry's leg.
"The fuck?" Harry said.
"He really likes you. He's making you his bitch."
Harry waved his leg around, trying to shake Buddy off, but that only got Buddy more excited about his best friend at that moment, and he shot his load on Harry's leg.
"Well," Harry said, the sarcasm barely detectable. "That was great."
I laughed and spun the box of tissues across the coffee table to him. "Buddy's getting more tail than me."
Harry wiped off the cum. Perhaps he should have been pissed about it, but he's a pretty chill zen guy. "Seriously? How often do you and Carina fuck?" he asked.
"Lately, not so much. Down to maybe once a week. You?"
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