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My best friend from high school is completely deaf. He signs to communicate, and is pretty good at reading lips. But still, it’s an isolating existence and I can see how he’s wore out from years of it and has kind of given up on people.
Dating has been very difficult for him. He’s not unattractive, but the communication barrier has been something that’s kept him from making it very far. He had a few short term girlfriends that lasted a few weeks, but that’s it. He’s mostly been on his own.
My wife admired him from the beginning. Deaf people can be blunt. They don’t pick up on the nuance and indirect language that hearing people use. When I introduced them, he turned to me and said “she’s so pretty”. Between that first impression, and her general nurturing personality, she’s always had a soft spot for him.
She’s even said she’ll marry him if I have an untimely death lol. She’s probably joking, but I told her I’d be fine with it. That way I know they’re both taken care of.
A few years ago he and I decided we’d alternate visiting each other for a few days each year. The first year he came to stay with us. I took the days off and he and I went fishing. We talked about everything, but as with everything with men, most of the conversation is avoiding the thing you really want to talk about. He opened up to me about feeling alone and discouraged by how difficult it was to meet women. I felt awful for him.
When I got home and told my wife, I could see the sympathy well up in her. She knows how good of a person he is and was hurt by it. She talked through her list of single friends to set him up with. That game is always difficult though and none of them were a good fit,
That night in bed, it felt like time stopped and all that existed was us in our bed, and him right down the hallway in our guest bed. We’d toyed with the idea. It was mostly just a fantasy though, right? Just something fun for a married couple to get off to. We couldn’t actually do it though, could we? That’s crazy.
My heart was pounding as I watched her silhouette slip out from the covers and through the door. The door latched behind her and footsteps faded out toward his room. She cracked the door and invited herself in. He’s loud, so I heard the voices but couldn’t make it out. The rest I learned from her perspective.
She said she opened the door to him sleeping. She walked over to the side of the bed and climbed under the covers. She slid over next to him and put her arm across his chest and a leg across his waist. He was shirtless but had boxers on. She was completely naked.
He woke up and said her name, “Sarah?” She held her head against him and nodded yes. They were in the dark so she had to use her body to communicate. She said he kind of panicked at first. She pressed kisses to his cheek to reassure him. He ran through all the questions like a loyal friend. “Does he know? Will he be mad? Are you sure he’s okay with it?” She’d nod yes to each question, running her hand over his chest and wrapping her leg further across his waist.
She said he was starved. The way he pulled her against him and hungrily kissed her and grabbed handfuls of her. Her nude body against him was satiating years of pent up desire.
She pulled one side of his boxers down and he pulled the other. She said she was amazed at how in sync they were, given no verbal communication. Desire orchestrated their movements. She climbed onto him and straddled him as they continued to kiss while his hands wandered.
He found the warmth of her entrance and hesitantly pushed inside. He asked her again if it was okay and she pressed her cheek against him and nodded yes.
She said he pushed the rest of the way inside her and let out a relieved moan like all the problems in the world had melted away. She smiled with satisfaction and pressed kisses to his cheek. She slowly worked her hips up and down while he laid in a state of bliss. She said they were both just floating in the pleasure of sex with someone new.
They switched positions a few times. I could hear her moans ringing out from across the house. I felt no jealousy, just happiness for the both of them. “Beat that pussy up buddy.”
She could feel him getting close when they were in missionary position. He slowed and asked her if he could cum inside. When she pressed her cheek against him and nodded yes, she said he became a beast. He pinned my wife’s wrists to the bed and thrusted hungrily into her. She admitted having a moment of fear. “If I wanted him to stop, he wouldn’t be able to hear it.” Of course she didn’t want him to stop and instead wrapped her legs tightly around him until he emptied his balls into her.
She said he collapsed and laid on-top of her. She hugged him and pulled him close. She felt how badly he needed this intimacy and closeness, even more than the sex. They stayed like that for a while. They kissed and she rubbed his back. He told her it felt so good.
She wanted to stay and give him more but knew I was a few rooms over going crazy for an update. She tapped him on the shoulder, which he interpreted to mean that she had to leave for the night. He told her thank you and that it felt amazing and that she and I are his best friends. Her heart melted at hearing that.
She popped in and gave me a kiss and said it was amazing and he really needed it. She said “he’s lonely” and that she wanted to snuggle him for the rest of the night. I told her to go for it.
She slipped back into the covers with him and he said “you’re back, I’m glad”. She said he wrapped her up like a bear. When she felt him get aroused again, she repositioned so he could slide in. They went one more round and then fell asleep spooning.