Charlie was visiting an old friend and his wife for dinner.
When the time came to leave, his car wouldnt 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 wasnt 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 couldnt do that," he whispered. "Your husband is my best friend!"
"Listen, sugar," she whispered back, "there aint nothing in the whole wide world that could wake him up now."
"I cant believe that," Charlie said. "Certainly if I get on top of you and make love to you, he'll wake up wont he?
"Sugar, he certainly won't. If you dont believe me, pluck a hair out of his rectum and see if that wakes him."
Charlie did just that.
He was amazed when the husband remained asleep.
So he climbed over to the wifes side of the bed and made love to her.
When he finished, he climbed back to his own side.
It wasnt long before she tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him over 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 made love to the woman, he'd first pull out one of the husband's rectal hairs.
The ninth time he pulled a hair, the husband awoke and muttered: "Listen, Charlie, old pal, I don't mind you making love to my wife, but for Petes sake, stop using my butt for a scoreboard!"
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