Chapter 13
When Beverly got home she hurried into the house and saw Doug sitting by the fireplace.
"Well, well, well," she said as she walked into the room and put down her suitcase. "I've heard that you've been doing a little extracurricular activity while I was away on vacation in Hawaii."
Doug was quite worried. Ever since his confrontation with Samantha one week earlier he had been concerned as to how he would handle this moment with his wife. He knew that Samantha had told her all about it. A woman like that would. She probably envisioned it as her moral obligation. In reality, she had never grown out of the tattle-tale stage.
Even though he had been caught with his pants down, that didn't stop him from fucking Connie for the remainder of the time that Beverly was away. He figured that since he had already been caught once, what difference did it make if he were caught again.
He looked at his wife standing in the middle of the room. "Now, wait a minute, honey," he said in a soothing and consoling voice that many men use when they've been caught in an act of adultery. "What happened between Connie and I was purely an accident. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand. One minute she was walking around the back yard in her short-shorts and her skimpy halter top—and the next thing I knew we were disrobing and going at it."
"You've been sticking your wick where it doesn't belong."
Her choice of words sounded peculiar, nevertheless he replied, "Honey, I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean for it to happen."
Beverly walked over, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She smiled and said, "That's all right. You're forgiven."
That response threw him for a loop. "I'm ...I'm forgiven?" he asked, incredulously.
"Sure. There was no harm done."
He looked at her in total amazement. She didn't seem to be the slightest bit upset. He at least expected her to shoot off his balls with a shotgun and hang them on the mantle as a trophy.
She stood up and looked down at him. "By the way, how was Connie?" she asked.
He didn't know how to answer that question. It could refer to numerous things. "Er ...what do you mean?"
Without batting a lash, she him levelly in the eyes and asked, "Was she good in the sack?"
Again, he didn't know how to answer a question. He suspected that it was some sort of a trick. Perhaps she was wired with a microphone and she was going to turn the tape in to a lawyer. "Er ...I don't remember."
"You fucked our beautiful next door neighbor and you don't remember how she was in the sack! Shit, Doug! Your memory must be failing."
He was puzzled and confused. He had never heard his wife cuss before. The words "shit" and "fuck" had never crossed her lips during the entire length of their marriage. Never! He suspected that she was acting out of character for a devious reason and an ulterior motive.
"Aren't you going to tell me how she fucked?" she asked.
He looked at Beverly carefully. She appeared to be normal and not acting out some strange underhanded plan. But he wasn't sure. He resorted to his gentlemanly manners and his professional aplomb and said, "I don't think that things like that should be discussed. They're private matters."
"Oh give me a break! Cut that mannerly bullshit and tell me what her snatch was like! Was it snug? Was it loose? I want to know."
He looked at his wife with a great deal of consternation and concern. Now he knew that she wasn't behaving at all like herself. He simply sat in silence, continuing to appraise her.
"Very well," she replied as she walked across the room to the telephone. "I guess I'll have to call Connie myself and ask what happened. It's obvious that you're going to keep up the silent treatment."
Several minutes later their lovely neighbor arrived at the front door. She smiled as she entered the room. Now Doug really was at a loss. He truly didn't know what to do or how to act.
The blonde sat across from him in a chair. She looked over and noticed that he was nervously twiddling his thumbs in little circles. Apprehension was written all over his face.
"I understand that you and my husband got it on while I was away," said Beverly in a peculiarly pleasant tone of voice.
"That's right. We did," Connie replied, deciding to be totally honest about the incident. She figured that righteous bitch Samantha had told everything.
"Did you give him a blowjob?"
Doug closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He feared the worst. His balls would be hanging from the mantle as a trophy—and Connie's tits would probably be beside them.
"I sure did give him a blowjob," said lovely blonde proudly, again deciding that honesty was the best policy, and that mincing words would only frustrate the situation.
Beverly looked over at her husband and said, "You know, I never did that with you, Doug. I apologize."
He looked at her quizzically and said, "Er ...that's all right."
"Well, from now on I'll give them to you regularly."
"Er ...all right," he replied stupidly.
"Maybe we'll try it later this week—if not before."
"Er ...okay."
She again looked at Connie and asked, "My sister says that you were butt fucking in our bedroom. Is that so?"
Now it was Connie's turn to be a bit puzzled by the brunette's odd questions. After all, the word "butt fucking" had rolled off of her lips as smoothly as a word like "honeysuckle."
And then Connie smiled.
Broadly.
Her entire face lit up with glee! She immediately realized that Jennifer had successfully brought Beverly out of the Victorian era and into the modern age. Her lovely brunette neighbor was now a sexually liberated female who knew what that hole between her lovely legs was for.
Beverly's vacation had turned her on to sex.
Connie sat up straight in the chair and replied, "Yes, we butt fucked a lot—almost twice each night, didn't we, Doug? It was great!"
He was totally confused by what was transpiring. Just as Connie had sat up straight in her chair, he had sunk down lower in his. He was getting ready to give last rites to his balls. Nevertheless, he responded to the question. "Er ...yes. Nearly twice a day we butt fucked."
"Was it good?" asked his wife.
"Er ...yes it was good."
"How come you never did that with me?" she asked, as if she were asking about a restaurant he frequented without her.
In total confusion he shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I ...er ...don't know."
"My ass is just as shapely and as firm as hers, you know?"
He looked up and stared at his wife. He couldn't comprehend what she might be up to. "Er ...yes. Your ass is just as shapely and as firm as hers."
"Then why didn't you ever put your dick me up my bunghole?"
He knew that he was losing touch with reality. He shook his head. This situation was beyond comprehension. "I didn't ...think that you would like it."
"Oh pshaw! Once the pain is gone, there's no problem whatsoever."
Now he was really thrown off guard. He tilted his head and stared at her. "Since when ...do you know ...about such things?"
She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. Then she said, "Since this past week. I spent the whole time either on my back, or on my side, or in some sort of lewd position with a cock sliding between my thighs."
Suddenly Doug was aghast at the image that his wife was painting of how she had spent her Hawaiian vacation. "My god!" he exclaimed.
"I fucked my brains out," she said, nonchalantly.
"Bravo!" said Connie, clapping her hands.
He looked at the blonde sitting across from him and asked, "How can you sit there and applaud? She's been cheating on me!"
"A little tit for tat," Connie replied while slapping the outside of her thighs in utter delight and amusement.
He looked at her strange behavior and was more bewildered than ever. "I don't know what's going on," he said, putting his head in his hands.
"Let's just say that you've entered pussy paradise, darling," said Beverly as she continued to disrobe.
He looked through the fingers of his hand and noticed that Connie had stood up and was standing beside her. The blonde neighbor was disrobing as well.
"What the ...?" he said.
Connie turned to Beverly and asked, "Did you have a good time with Jennifer?"
"My god! Did I! That woman is something else. I don't think I was in the hotel room for more than an hour before we were taking a bath together. And it wasn't long after that before she was performing cunnilingus on me, and then I was reciprocating."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It was wonderful."
"It adds a whole new dimension to sex, doesn't it?"
"I'll say. I don't know how I've done without it all these years."
Doug was astonished. He couldn't possibly imagine his pretty little demure wife—with her small town propriety—sticking her head between another woman's thighs. And yet, here she was confessing that she had willingly performed such obscene acts.
"How does she taste?" asked Connie matter-of-factly, almost as if she were inquiring about a dress sale at K-Mart.
"Mmm! Delicious," replied Beverly, smacking her lips wantonly. "She almost has a raspberry flavor."
"Wait till you taste me."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Doug watched in fascination as his wife leaned over and kissed Connie's right nipple, bringing it to attention. He pinched his thigh to see if he were awake. He thought perhaps he had fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream.
"What else did you do while in Hawaii?" asked the blonde.
"Mostly I got fucked. Jennifer met this man and invited him up to our suite. God! He had a dick the size of a baseball bat."
"Really well hung, huh?" Connie asked with her eyes glazing over with lust.
"To say the least. He really stretched me out."
Connie kissed Beverly on the cheek and said, "Hopefully not too much."
"No need to worry about that. Jennifer showed me a whole series of pussy exercises which she says will keep me tight down there for years to come. And Willy, the man that I was with, he taught me some techniques as well."
"Willy?" asked Connie, nudging her in the ribs. "Tell me about him."
"Handsome. Very handsome.