I took my time getting back from my half-baked attempt to run off with the love of my life, Janine. My surprise visit was a disaster in some ways, but good in one aspect. It gave me time to think about what I was doing wrong in my life...and how to correct it. I had almost made up my mind. I had concluded that my unconventional desires had led me to neglect my marriage. It hadn't been good for a long, long time. Maybe I should give it one more shot and put my own needs on the back burner. It was probably a rationalization...no one really wants an aging Dom that would soon be resorting to the little blue pill.
I was amazingly calm and less than heartbroken when I arrived. Perhaps I had overestimated my devotion to Janine. "The lord works in mysterious ways," I thought. My body tensed up for a moment as I reflected on the blasphemous context of my Biblical reference. When the bolt of lightning didn't strike me dead, I started to chuckle. "God...am I fucked up or what?"
I pushed the button on the door opener and waited patiently for the thing to roll up. Terry's car was gone. I figured she was out shopping or having a drink after work with her friends. I pulled the car in and closed the door behind me. When I finally made it through the door into the kitchen, I found a note on the counter. "Gone camping with Mom and Dad...see you Sunday night. Love ya, T." Oh well. I dropped my bags and made a beeline for the fridge and pulled out a beer. I drifted into the den and plopped down in my recliner, suddenly realizing how exhausted I was.
I discovered how tired I had been when I woke up. The sun was streaming through the windows. Damn, it was Saturday morning. It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that rekindles the ebbing spirit of youth in an aging married man. You know; the kind of day that makes you kid yourself into thinking you actually know how to work on your car, the ultimate test of manhood. And what better way to relive those good old days than to slide under that sports car you have living in your garage, the one which will one day be totally restored. God forbid it should actually run. After a quick shower and an even quicker breakfast I found myself under my TR-4. I was humming quietly as I relived my youthful carnage, when I heard someone shouting in my kitchen.
"Anyone home?" I instantly recognized Meghan's voice. She was one of my wife's friends. She had obviously let herself in when no one answered the door. I shouted that I was in the garage watched a pair of sandals walk across the floor towards the car. "Where are you?" She stood right next to my pride and joy, obviously unaware I was right below with my head only inches from her perfectly pedicured feet. I was tempted to grab one of her ankles, but changed my mind, fearing she would panic, fall and break something, more than likely my wallet.
I silently inched my head out from under the car and glanced up. I needed to remember for future reference that lying on your back with your head between a woman's feet can be quite enchanting, especially if she is wearing a short sundress. The view was spectacular. Meghan was a big girl, tall, with a lush ass to die for and a set of beautifully muscled legs that looked like they could crush a walnut. Even better, she was wearing the most miniscule pair of panties I had ever seen. Not to mention, that they were made of the sheerest material that could still be qualified as fabric. I realized that this wasn't a prudent thing to be doing, staring at her perfectly shaped and completely shaved pussy. I coughed. She squealed...jumping back quickly while reaching for her heart.
"God damn, Franco...you scared the hell out of me," she shrieked.
"Sorry, Sugar," I mumbled apologetically as I crawled out from under the car. "What can I do for you?" She was still a bit flushed, but had calmed down enough to reply.
"I was looking for your wife. I am bored to death and was looking for someone to hang out with. It is Saturday...golfing with the guys day." She sounded a bit frosted with a hint of loneliness added for good measure. I felt kind of sorry for her. She and her husband were a lot younger than us and I couldn't figure out why her husband enjoyed spending more time with his buddies than with her. She was sexy, hot looking and had always been a lot of fun when we got together. At this stage of our marriage, the weekends had been fuckathons until the kids came along.
"She's not home, Love. When I got home, I found a note that said she had gone to visit my in-laws for the weekend. But you are welcome to pal around with me. Do you know anything about cars?" She laughed and wrinkled her brow.
"Emmmmmmmm...not a lot. Wait, does a lot of experience in the back seat of a Chevy count?"
"You bad girl...you need a spanking." Her brow wrinkled again, but this time it was less pondering and downright angry.
"That reminds me, buster. You got pretty damn frisky at your party last week...smacking my ass like that. You are sooooooooooo bad. I don't know how your wife puts up with you." Her angry resolve crumbled and she started to giggle. "I was so shocked, I was speechless."
"Damn...and I thought you were quiet because you liked it." I grinned as boyishly as a man my age can and shrugged my shoulders.
"Well you bruised me and I had a hell of a time explaining it to Mike. Hell, it's still there. Why on earth did you do it?"
"Because, it was there?" She growled and glared at me, feigning as much anger as she could. "I could kiss it and make it better." I puckered up my lips and leaned forward.
"Acccccccccck...you have no shame. What am I going to do with you?" I cupped my chin in my hand and placed my index finger across my lips as if pondering the answer to her question. I looked her directly into her eyes and cocked my head to the side. I was going to think of another smart-assed remark to add to our banter but something made me lose track of my thoughts. Could it have been her soft brown eyes that stared back into mine, a fiery twinkle in them I hadn't noticed? Suddenly she wasn't just Meghan, my wife's friend. I stared blatantly. God...she was a beautiful woman. "Ok...I did like it."
Those words came out of nowhere. Now I was speechless. And as if reading the confusion in my mind, she continued. "I liked the way your hand felt...I wanted you to do it again." Her expression changed instantly. It was if she had said something that she regretted. Her face flushed and she nervously bit her lower lip. I took a deep breath as another thought entered my mind. The little red guy whispered to me...do it...do it. The little white guy screamed...don't do it...don't do it. I might have been completely wrong with what I was thinking but I couldn't stop myself. She could have been teasing...jerking my chain. God knows what would happen if I was wrong. Fuck. She shuddered when my hand touched her waist. I turned her slowly and gently pushed her body over the hood of my car. It was so quiet you could hear my hand move through the air.