Chapter 12

A week later, when Beverly arrived back from Hawaii, her sister met her at the airport.

In the front seat of her car, Samantha nervously tapped on the steering wheel. She would fix that no good brother-in-law of hers. When she told Beverly what he had been up to, her sister would divorce him quicker than a honeybee seeking out a patch of clover. Then Samantha could go back to the house and stick her tongue out at him.

Ha! That would show him!

Of course, Samantha was the type of person who loved to tell things which smacked of tabloid press features. To her, this was big news—and thirty-five year old virgins didn't have big news to tell very often.

Beverly got into the car. As soon as she closed the door Samantha said, "Honey, I know this is going to come as quite a shock to you, but I must tell it to you anyway."

Beverly was immediately worried. She wondered if maybe somebody had died, or perhaps the house had burned down. "What ...what is it?" she asked nervously.

"Well ... you're not going to like this ... but I caught Doug with another woman."

Beverly didn't think that she had heard correctly so she stuttered, "You ...you ...what! I don't understand."

"One day ...last week ...I stopped over to see how things were going ...and I heard them ...in your bedroom. And then I saw them. They were making love."

"My Doug?" Beverly asked in disbelief.

"Yes. He and that neighbor of yours, Connie Davidson, were doing it in the middle of the mattress."

Beverly was so taken aback by this incredible news that she didn't know how to respond. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course. I wouldn't lie about something as extraordinary and as serious as this."

"Well, I'll be."

Samantha noticed a curious look on her sister's face. It really wasn't an expression of anger so much as it was one of curiosity. The older sister found this hard to fathom. What was going through Bev's mind?

"Are you all right?" asked Samantha as she drove onto the freeway.

Beverly looked at her and asked, "You actually saw them doing it?"

"Yes. And they weren't even doing it normal—if you know what I mean?"

Now Beverly was especially curious. "Not normal? What are you referring to?"

"Well, I hoped to spare you all the details, but he had her tied to the bed—and he was shoving it in the other hole." Samantha lowered her voice when she spoke the last two words.

Beverly smiled. "Do you mean he was butt fucking her?"

Samantha was aghast! She had never heard her sister utter such indecent language before. "My god, Bev! If mother heard you say something like that she would wash your mouth out with lye soap!"

Beverly didn't even pay any attention. "Well, was he?"

"He was pushing his penis into her rectum—if that's what you mean."

"Wow!"

Samantha could sense that something was wrong. Her sister wasn't reacting the way that she had expected her to react. She actually seemed to be enthralled by the idea of her husband having had anal sex with their neighbor. "Have you heard anything that I've told you, sis?"

"Sure. You said that you walked in on my Doug butt fucking Connie."

Samantha blinked her eyes. "Aren't you shocked?"

"Of course I am."

"You don't look like it. Where's the anger?"

"I'm not mad at him. I'm proud of him."

Now Samantha was really confused. She tilted her head to one side in a perplexed manner and said, "Let me get this straight: you're not upset that your husband was caught with his pants down?"

"At one time I would have been, but not any longer. I think that it's great that he's playing the field!"

"Beverly! Have you gone out of your mind! Don't you realize that this is grounds for divorce?"

"Probably, but I wouldn't divorce him for some minor infraction like that. After all, he was merely sticking his penis into another female's body. There's no harm in that."

Samantha's jaw dropped again. She was bewildered and mystified by her sister's statements. "Surely ... surely you can't approve of what he's done?"

"Approve! Not only do I approve, I think that it's great. Say, that Connie has got some great-looking body huh?"

Samantha was shaking her head violently from side to side. The woman sitting beside her had obviously taken leave of her senses. The news of her husband's infidelity had been too much for her to bear. She had broken under the strain. The pressure had been too much. She was stressed out from the news.

Samantha leaned over and hugged her sister. "Poor, poor baby. I'm sorry I told you about this tragic event."

Beverly pulled away. "Tragic. No way, Jose. It's marvelous. I was looking for some way to spice up the marriage, and now I've found it. We're going to organize a swapper's club. Want to join?"

Samantha's eyes became as big as saucers as she listened to her sister. "Now I know that you've flipped your lid."

Beverly could see that Samantha still held on to her propriety. Her sister was still shockable when it came to sexuality. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to be angered by my suggestion. I just thought that it might be fun for you to meet some new people—after all, you are still quite attractive. I believe that there's quite a few men who like to stick their penises into you."

Samantha now thought that she was dealing with a basket case. "I'll drive you home, Beverly. You can talk things over with your husband. I think that will be best."

"By the way," said Beverly. "You should take a trip to Hawaii,. It's absolutely gorgeous."

"I couldn't afford it."

"Nonsense. Do what I did: get a roommate and share the expenses. I've even got the name of one here." She reached in her pocket book and handed her Jennifer Wellington's address.