Coordinating, in-betweening

Barry stepped up to the unfamiliar house. It had been a while since he’d last seen Sheila, and he eagerly responded to her invitation when she had sent it.

Apparently, the MILF had been recommending him to the aforementioned fellow unsatisfied housewives, but no one was willing to take the first step.

(The term ‘recommend’ made Barry think that he was some form of treatment, which he supposed he technically was; for horny housewives.)

After all, cheating wasn’t exactly the sort of thing people were just down to do. Not exactly socially accepted, as it were. Besides — was the dick really that good that something as morally reprehensible as cheating would be worth it?

Turns out, hooking up with taken women was hard. Go figure, right? Barry wasn’t unfamiliar with stealing taken women away for a good lay, but it was certainly difficult when he couldn’t talk to them in person and show off his charms (as well as recommend his **** for more difficult cases. His new pictures of Tessa from the party bore testament to that.)

Finally, someone had ostensibly taken up Sheila’s offer, and now Barry was standing at that person’s front door, waiting and ready to deliver.

“Barry!” Speak of the devil, he had just been thinking of her. Sheila walked up to him, her hair done up in a ponytail and dressed in a simple grey sleeveless shirt and blue jorts. Both were perhaps a size too small, and made her curves more pronounced. Looking at her ended up putting Barry in a certain mood, to put it mildly.

“Sorry for taking a while. Nobody really believed me when I told them about you and how you were willing to help them… you know.” Sheila apologized.

“That’s alright. You could’ve just called me up yourself, you know?” Barry smiled, and gave her ass a firm squeeze, causing her to grin mischievously and playfully swat his hand off.

“Don’t do that… not in public, at least!” Sheila said, giggling.

He smirked, turned back to the house and rapped on the door with his knuckles, and heard the sound of footsteps approaching. What would the first recipient of his ‘service’ be like?