I was still half-asleep when I shuffled into the bathroom to relieve myself and found Barb standing in front of the wall-length mirror applying the finishing touches to her make-up. She was wearing her sexiest black dress with matching 4" heels that boosted her height over 6'. The dress highlighted her cleavage and firm round ass. She was wearing her blond hair down on her shoulders instead of up in her usual bun.
She didn't turn to greet me, but instead, our eyes met in the mirror. The usual warmth was missing and instead I saw a touch of something dark in its place.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
Looking away she answered, "Work...I...umm...have a work meeting."
Barb is a hard worker, but something didn't feel right. This was the third Saturday in row she slipped out of the house at the crack of dawn looking like she was going on a date instead of catching-up on work. I wanted to trust her, but it was getting harder to ignore the familiar signs thanks to my lying cheating ex.
Deciding to take the high road for now, I moved on to the toilet and took a long leak. I could feel her eyes on my fat cock, but she only hesitated a brief moment before turning to leave the house. Uneasy, I tried to shrug it off and returned to bed, but after I tossed and turned for the better part of an hour, I finally gave up and made coffee.
A couple of hours later I was still sipping coffee at the kitchen table when I heard a quick knock at the back door. I didn't bother to get up because I knew immediately it was our neighbor, Janice, who always walks right into our house and makes herself at home. She had moved in next door a couple of years ago, and although she was in her late twenties and few years younger than Barb, they quickly became the best of friends.
Janice froze when she saw me sitting at the table instead of Barb. I wondered what was up since she was wearing faded green cotton pajamas with missing buttons and there were dark circles around her eyes. Janice is a fiery red head with a firm little butt, perky tits, and green eyes that reflect the light better than any emerald I've ever seen. Her broad cheekbones are lined with freckles that really stand out on her ivory skin. I sometimes think of her as an Irish rose, but on this morning she was not looking her best.
I pointed at the coffee pot and said, "Barb isn't home, but I'm a decent listener."
At first, Janice looked like she might bolt but instead, she cast a longing look at the coffee pot, shrugged, and shuffled over to the cabinet were we keep the cups. With a steaming mug in hand, she plopped down across from me, took a sip, and blurted out, "I think Jerry is having an affair."
I thought they had a fairy tale marriage, but then what the hell do I know. Doing my best to hide the surprise, I asked, "What makes you think that?"
Janice is normally confident and out-going. I wasn't accustomed to seeing her with head bowed, shoulders slumped, and looking so damned beaten. Whatever was eating at her had taken its toll.
"For the last three Saturdays he says he's going fishing, but it's a lie," she said.
I had a bad feeling about this and asked, "Did you say the last three Saturdays?"
She nodded and then started sobbing. I got up and grabbed a paper towel to dry her nose. I had planned to just hand it to her, but on an impulse I gave her a hug instead and then wiped her nose like she was a little kid or something.
"Why do you think it's a lie?" I asked.
"Because he leaves the house wearing Old Spice aftershave," she said.
"You mean the stuff our granddads used to wear back in the day?" I asked.
She nodded.
"It's a distinctive scent," I said. "I never noticed him wearing it before."
She shook her head sadly, "I like the scent so he wears it when he wants...umm...when he wants sex."
"Sex," I said.
"But he hasn't touched me for three weeks," she said.
"Then why..."
I didn't finish my sentence because the door opened and Barb walked in. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Janice. I couldn't help but notice a huge difference in her appearance. The makeup was gone, her hair was hastily pulled up in a bun and her dress was a wrinkled mess. Janice jumped up and gave Barb a hug, but suddenly stiffened.
"Why do you smell like Old Spice?" asked Janice.
Barb seemed genuinely confused by her friend's question.
"You smell like Jerry," accused Janice.
Barb pushed Janice away and with a shake of her head said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
All of the frustration and anger bottled up inside of Janice came pouring out, and with a quickness that surprised even me, she slapped Barb so hard she fell back against the glass door.
"Fucking liar," screamed Janice.
Barb shook her head and started to protest, but it looked like Janice was about to push her through the glass, so I intervened.
"Come here Barb," I demanded.
Barb took one last look at Janice's fury before taking the three steps in my direction. She was close enough that I could also smell Jerry's Old Spice aftershave. It was time to end this, one way or another. So, I reached down and slowly unbuckled my belt. Both Barb and Janice were transfixed. I pulled the belt out and doubled it. Now, I only saw fear in Barb's eyes.
"You didn't go to work this morning, did you?" I asked.
Barb shook her head.
"You lied to me, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"A relationship is built on trust," I said. "Do you agree?"
Barb nodded.
"Pull your dress up," I demanded.
Barb took a quick glance in Janice's direction and then pulled her dress up. She usually wears panties, but they were gone and her pussy lips were visibly chaffed. I also saw scrapes on her knees.
"Stick your fingers inside of yourself," I instructed.
She complied.
"Now pull them out and hold them out in front of yourself," I directed.
I leaned in and sniffed. They smelled like cum. I cut my eyes to Janice and motioned her over. When she was close enough I nodded toward the fingers. She got the message leaned in to smell them.
"What do you smell Janice?" I asked.
"Sperm," she answered.
Turning my attention to Barb I said, "There will be no more lies from you, understood?"
She nodded.
"Who did you fuck this morning?" I asked.
She avoided eye contact with Janice as she answered, "Ummm...Jer..umm...Jerry."
"When did this affair begin?" I asked.
"Not long, a few weeks," she answered.
"You have betrayed both me and Janice," I said. "You lied to us. You excluded us. You gambled everything of value in return for a few hours of pleasure."
"Please forgive me," said Barb.
"I don't know if I can," said Janice.
Barb hung her head and tears fell to the floor.
