You need to stop slipping Viagra into the punch bowl.
I’m still chuckling at this particular locution, and scheming on how I can introduce it to Texas. 
Yes and “fuck-knuckle” has always been one of my favorites.
I’m not sure what the etiquette is regarding telling husbands about their buddy hitting on their wife. My husband has very gallant friends; I can’t imagine any of them hitting on me, but I think I would tell my husband if it ever happened. What to do about a friend hitting on a wife is a decision that should be made by the couple, in my opinion. I think the husbands really should know what their friend is all about.
Is there a reason the husbands haven’t been told about their loser friend’s horrible behaviour?
I had a girlfriend tell me once that a friend of mine hit on her. As he was spectacularly drunk at the time, I pulled him aside the next day and told him that a repeat of this behaviour would have dire consequences on our mutual health (he could kick my ass, but I’d make him work for it, by golly), and the end of our friendship. He was terribly ashamed, apologized to both of us, and we got on with our lives.
Sounds like the fuck-knuckle is a repeat offender though, and speaking for myself, I’d REALLY want to know if one of my “friends” was acting this way.
The confrontation with Sleazehead should be a gents only affair. Facing the resolve of the three women might be more exciting than discouraging for him.
Not that I need my other half to go stick up for me. And I honestly wouldn’t like it one bit if he went all macho like some of the other posters here have said. I can, and have, handled myself in these situations.
HOWEVER he certainly would know! He would know each and every time the guy hit on me. I can’t fathom a situation where I wouldn’t tell him.
Bravo! I know that this might be bravado ('net message board and all that), I sometimes feel that we lost our way in these situations in our desire to be more peaceful. The “Let’s not get involved” mindset, while having some value, also tends to provide cover to sleazeballs like the one in the OP.
There was an individual like this when my wife was in graduate school. He was working his way through the single women, and was beginning to sniff around my wife (she told me). We were having a dinner party at our house, and the conversation turned to affairs.
“Algher, what would you do if you can home and someone was in bed with you wife?”
“I would assume rape, kill him, and leave it to my wife to explain to the authorities.”
I said this looking straight at our particular Lothario. Ground rules established, we became good friends.
Bold little fucknut, isn’t he? I’d knee him in the nuts at the first opportunity.
Not really, nor am I into the macho bit, as another poster went on about.
Fuck with people I care about, and I’m going to do something about it. Plain and simple. To me it’s a distasteful task, like having to go out and clean the septic tank or clean up a mountain of vomit, but there’s a time when you have to do those things and you just have to accept it, dig in and get the job done.
It would be nice if it was never necessary, but people can be shits. They push boundaries until they meet a reaction. If you constantly roll over and refuse to give them one, they just keep pushing until something happens. Hence, it’s better to make the rules firm before there’s real trouble.
Now If my wife or SO took the guy down in front of me for doing it, I’d be smiling and cheering like we’d just won the lottery. That would be so cool and I’d still be smiling as I told the story for the 10,000th time 50 years later. 
I’m guessing that said fuck-knuckle may have been successful with at least one of these ladies who’s keeping a little secret. Why would he be so brazen?
Something’s weird here.
That thought crossed my mind, too.
Upon reflection this guy is sounding more and more like Smoove B. “I’ll put my sting in you sideways.” Hee!
All he lacks are some maddeningly detailed accounts of waffles in bed, Belgian chocolates and hittin’ it doggy style.
I see no evidence that he lacks these. 
Maybe I’m the weirdo, but the *first *person I’m telling that his friend won’t stop hitting on me is my husband, not my girlfriends. I can take care of myself, so I’m not asking for my man to protect me, but I think he’d want to know that his so-called friend has no respect for me or for him.
Similar situation happened to me when I was a bartender. A semi-regular customer was telling people he had slept with me, and I heard about it. So the next time he was in I waited until he had a good group of people around him and confronted him. “So, I understand that you and I have been sleeping together?” red-faced, slack jawed stare “It must not have been very good for me, because I sure don’t remember it.” Then I walked away. He left shortly thereafter.
Ooh, SNAP! SNL–well done.
And what if this asshole is your husband’s uncle and you tell your husband and he doesn’t believe you? Now, the uncle in question never said anything that overt–but the touching and the looks–they were present for years.
And then I saw him look at my daughter (who was then 12). Um, fuck off, ace.
So, I told my daughter what to do if needed; I told my husband that we were not going to see this uncle except at funerals or weddings and that he was not welcome in this house.
Husband still doesn’t believe me; accuses me of having “no family feeling” and says that since Uncle is a pastor (ha!), “he is a humble man of god” and wouldn’t do something like that.
Sometimes telling the husband doesn’t work. Just sayin’.
That’s not confrontation in any good measure. That’s more minimal confrontation and more hoping that it all just goes away.
Why are you all going to give this sleazeball one more chance to sleaze around you? He’s been doing this because you haven’t done anything about it, and you’re still not doing anything about it.
You all need to tell your husbands “we’re not inviting Sleaze and Harpy because he’s been a sleaze to us.” And if the Harpy gets wind of it, don’t hem and haw, just tell her “your husband is a sleaze and none of us want to be around him. sorry.”
That kind of passive-aggressive confrontation is going to do nothing but get you all more of the same treatment. You need to start being aggressively aggressive.
And the next one of you who he propositions needs to shout out, immediately: “OH MY GOD, I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU JUST ASKED ME FOR SEX, YOU PATHETIC LOSER.” He’s not being polite, you’re under no obligation to be polite to him, and all you’re doing is allowing him more chances to victimize people.
Well, I should hope no more dick head, if he gave you the whole length.
Runs very, very fast.
trips Miller
whistles and points “He’s right here, Dellie!”
