Charlie was visiting an old friend and his wife for dinner. When
the time came to leave, his car wouldn't start, and it was too late
to call the local service station.
The husband urged Charlie to stay over. There was no spare bed in
the house; there wasn't even a sofa. So Charlie would have to sleep
with the husband and wife.
No sooner had the husband fallen asleep when the wife tapped
Charlie on the shoulder and motioned for him to come over to her.
"I couldn't do that," he whispered. "Your husband is my best
friend!"
"Listen, sugar," she whispered back, "there ain't nothing in the
whole wide world could wake him up now."
"I can't believe that," Charlie said. "Certainly if I get on top of
you and screw you, he'll wake up, won't he?"
"Sugar, he certainly won't. If you don't believe me, pluck a hair
out of his asshole and see if that wakes him."
Charlie did just that. He was amazed when the husband remained
asleep. So he climbed over to the wife's side of the bed and fucked
her.
When he finished, he climbed back to his own side. It wasn't long
before she tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him again.
Again he pulled a hair to determine if his old friend was asleep.
This went on eight times during the night. Each time Charlie
screwed the woman, he first pulled out one of the husband's asshole
hairs.
The ninth time he pulled a hair, the husband awoke and muttered,
"Listen, Charlie, old pal. I don't mind you fucking my wife, but
for Pete's sake, stop using my ass as a scoreboard!"
