This story is the continuation of "My Adulterous Wife."
My wife Shari had come to see me in late winter on her first trip to the coast. It was now spring break for the kids and she wanted to come to see me again. It looked like we were about to reconcile our differences, which had created the separation in the first place.
Since we had grown up together in the same community, it was natural that her best friend just happened to be my first cousin.
Barb had been the one to take Shari to the Barn Dances where she had met her new friend Bob. I also learned from Shari that she and Barb had spent several evenings with some young college men in Shari’s living room. According to Shari, the young men had spent the evening with their hands and fingers up inside she and Barb’s shirt and panties. I asked Shari if they fucked any of these younger guys, but she told me, "No, they only used their fingers to do a little finger fucking." At the time there wasn't any reason to doubt her story.
Shari had told Barb bits and pieces of her first trip out to see me. To this day I don’t know exactly what Barb did know. I know that she was willing to drive Shari and the children out to see me, a nine hundred plus mile trip. Shari was trying her damndest and doing her utmost to play matchmaker between Mike and Barb.
Mike had recently returned from a deployment and so he had a few days off. I on the other hand was swamped with work. I couldn't get away to be with them so Mike ended up being tour guide for the group. My wife and kids were almost like natives in the area, but Shari was playing it to the hilt to make the connection between Mike and Barb. She played her part well.
They visited all of the tourist attractions in the area. Shari kept talking up Mike’s attributes at every opportunity with Barb. Barb was becoming enamored with Mike as well. They were holding hands and some of the more gentle "get to know you" stuff.
I guess that things were not moving as rapidly as Shari had hoped, or that she was getting a bit jealous that it wasn't her holding hands and getting romanced. Anyway, she attempted to hasten things along.
Shari began working things toward Barb sleeping with Mike. Barb had been married and divorced several times. I guess she felt that she had to be married to the guy before she could sleep with him. Therefore her many marriages. I can only suggest that it must have been something that my Aunt told her while growing up? Barb dug her heels in and said that she would not sleep with him. "It was against her principals."
Shari was not only feeling sorry for Mike, the constant talk of fucking with Barb had really gotten her into a state of "Horny". She placed her hand between her legs and felt that her panties were very wet. She noted that she had almost soaked through the short shorts that she was wearing.
Mike asked the women if they would like to go anywhere else that afternoon, and both of them said, "Yes! Back to the house." Mike drove them and the kids back to the house and he began preparing supper in readiness for my return home. Mike set up the barbecue grill and began putting together his infamous "J" Burgers.
The three children played in the yard. When they tired of that, they sat in the house listening to the stereo until supper was ready. Mike and I didn't own a television so the stereo was the only artificial entertainment in the house. I arrived home just in time to help pull the "J" Burgers off the grill. The women had made a salad and a pasta dish to go with the burgers, and we all sat down to eat.
After dinner, Shari and I did the dishes and we talked about how she and Barb’s day had gone. She told me privately that she didn't think that Barb was going to sleep with Mike. I told her that it was totally up to Barb.
"Don’t push the situation."
Shari got somewhat huffy and said, "She is just stringing him along and I know that he wants to fuck her. I just don’t know how to get her to stop teasing him and go through with it."
I laughed and said, "Honey that’s the problem men have been working on for centuries."
Shari, Mike, Barb, and I were sitting playing cards. I said, "I hate to mess up a good thing but I need to go to bed."
It was getting late and I needed to get to bed, as I had to be at the ship very early the next morning. The children had gone to bed over an hour before. I said my goodnight and kissed my wife. I told her, "See you soon?"
She smiled up at me and said, "In a little while."
I went off to the shower and did my nightly routine and off to bed.
It was about 1:30 AM when I heard a commotion which seemed to be coming from the living room. I stumbled out of bed, down the hall, and into the living room wearing only my under shorts. There in the middle of the living room stood Barb. She was fully dressed. Her daughter was standing beside her also fully dressed. Between Barb and the door were her suitcases, and a very naked Shari.
The two women were yelling at one another. Barb was shrilling at Shari; "You are nothing but a whore. I don’t care what your husband has told you. That kind of behavior is not acceptable."
Shari yelled back at her, "I only did it because you wouldn't. You told me to go ahead, and so I did. You gave me the impression that you didn't care, one way or the fucking other."
It was at this point that I felt a hand tugging gently on my shoulder. We retreated into the darkened hall. Mike and I stood there in the darkness, as the women screamed at one another in the living room. Mike began to fill me in on the events that had taken place.
From all accounts that I was able to put together, Shari and Barb had begun arguing after Mike too had gone to bed. Barb told her that if she wanted to see Mike fucked so badly, she would have to go do it herself. It was at that point that Shari walked out of the living room and down the hall to Mike’s door and knocked on it. Mike had answered the door hoping that it was Barb, but instead, there stood Shari. She asked him if she could come in and talk for a while. Mike stepped back and let her enter the room. As she entered the room, she closed the door behind her.
Barb sat in the living room in disbelief. Shari had just walked into a man’s room, A man who was not her husband. Barb’s morals seemed to be under direct attack. In her mind, Barb could imagine that Mike was not dressed when he came to the door. She could see that he simply draped the blankets from the bed over his nakedness before opening the door. Mike had allowed Shari to enter the room and then to top it off, she had closed the door, shutting her out.
She sat there in silence with her anger building up inside her for a very long time. She could hear her cousin in his bedroom sleeping soundly as his snoring was evidence that he was deep asleep. Barb then became aware of other sounds. At first she thought of the children sleeping in the middle bedroom where she herself had slept for the last two nights. She arose to check on the them.
As she entered the hall, she could hear the direction, and better identify where the sounds were coming from. They were coming out of Mike’s room. She stood silently at the door listening. She could hear Shari moaning a very low moan.
Then she heard the words that set her in motion. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Barb practically exploded through the door. She stood there somewhat in shock, gazing at a side view of the two lovers as the scene inside the bedroom unfolded before her eyes.
Shari was standing at the end of the bed with her feet wide apart on the floor. She was leaning over the foot of the bed. Mike stood behind her with his cock buried to his balls in her pussy. He was holding on to her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, as he rammed his cock deep into her, making her belly button bulge outward from the phallus inside. Mike was using Shari's nipples like handles to drive his cock deep and as hard as into her as he could.
At first Mike thought that Barb had come to join them. She just stood there seemingly taking it all in. Mike quickly changed his assessment as he stared into her eyes. Barb's anger had reached the boiling point as she approached Shari. She glared at her with all the hate that only a woman who has been seriously hurt by a friend can produce, and then drew back her hand slapping Shari hard across the face.
Shari reached toward Barb grabbing her wrist to keep her from hitting her again, in the struggle Shari's cunt became disconnected from Mike’s cock. Barb jerked away from Shari and ran off into the middle bedroom.
