I had it all planned so carefully, down to the last detail of what my wife was going to experience, as she did things for me she'd never done before, and what she was going to have done to her, for the very first time... I was all ready for the wild ride I would take her on, for the rest of our Saturday.
But then fate intervened, and things went in another direction. A direction that took us both to experiences shocking and unplanned... A kind of spontaneous sexual chaos that we were both caught up in, leaving us with vivid memories that would never be forgotten.
It all started simply enough. She got out of bed and got dressed, putting on a pair of well worn designer blue jeans that fit tight but smoothly, and showed off the round buns of her hotly attractive and very sexy ass, and her shapely hips, above the faded blue denim legging cut that fit snugly around her long and slender legs. A form fitting shirt revealed the contour of her breasts and accented her narrow waist above the curve of her hips, widening sleekly outward into a very pleasing female shape. The sight of her in those jeans always got my full attention, and when she wore them in public we both noticed how she caught the attention of other men, turning heads as she strolled down a sidewalk, and inspiring facial expressions of male appreciation and rising desire as she passed by.
It was a pleasantly warm and sunny mid summer day, so she wore a light blue form fitting sleeveless top, her feet wearing comfortable but still delicate open toed tan sandals, with a slight rise to the heel. Her freshly washed, parted in the middle and smoothly straight brunette hair shined as it flowed a few inches below her shoulders, and even at 37 she still had a carefree slightly girlish look. Her hazel-green eyes sparkled and still glowed from the sexual ecstasy she experienced just a short while ago, and she flashed me a beatific smile, her face an expression of love. She was beautiful and how could I not love her in return?
I also got up and got dressed in blue jeans and a tan polo shirt, and chose the comfort of my light brown Rockport walking shoes. It was Saturday and life was relaxingly casual.
She wanted to run some errands and asked to borrow my car. My eyes slightly narrowed as I heard her request. "Why do you need mine?" I asked her, my voice taking a serious tone. She looked a little nervous as she answered me. "The Subaru stalled out in traffic again yesterday, Chris. I'm afraid it's gonna crap out and leave me somewhere. I'm not driving very far. Can't I just take yours?" she pleaded.
My car had become a sore subject for us. It was a black 2007 Mustang coupe fastback with white racing stripes, large silver metal wheels and big tires. It was one of Ford's best ideas to put back into production a new car that looked very close to the shark nosed original Mustang, circa 1970. That car was my most prized possession. It looked very much like the Mustang I had when I was a 17 year old kid, which was the first car I ever owned. I bought my new Mustang in a rare and totally impulsive move, for my 40th birthday, and I never regretted it for a single second. I loved that car, and it was one of my real pleasures in life to drive it, and to keep it in perfect condition. It had a five speed standard transmission with a stick on the floor, the acceleration was impressively fast, and it drove like a dream, even at high speeds.
But I'm not one of those guys who is such a car fanatic that I won't let my wife drive my car. The problem was that I did let Linda drive it... and she drove it into things; like telephone poles and parked cars, and she also drove it into a very expensive speed trap. She had three minor accidents and the speeding ticket in the span of one year. Her auto insurance policy was now ridiculously expensive. She was a good driver in her own car; a Subaru Outback, but she was a one woman wrecking crew in my Mustang. The night she left it in neutral and forgot to put on the parking brake, and the Mustang rolled out of our driveway and into the middle of the street... well that was the night I took the keys away from her, for good.
And now she was asking me to let her drive it again... I firmly told her "No". She got upset and then she got angry, and it looked like our relaxed and casual Saturday of love and sexual adventure was rapidly going to hell. I knew an ugly fight was on the verge of breaking out, and it would probably ruin everything. So I silently asked myself 'What are the odds...?' and I let her take my car. I was desperate to not have what I had planned for us, ruined by a stupid fight over my car.
So I gave her the keys, and a hug with a passionate kiss, as she was ready to go out the door. As she was getting into the Mustang, I called out to her. "Linda, please be careful." She nodded her head, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled at her and then turned to go back inside the house.
I sat down at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. The news stories and articles seemed more interesting than usual, so I read most of the paper from front to back, and was just putting the paper down when I heard the sound of screeching tires making a fast turn into the driveway. I immediately knew something was wrong and leaped up from my chair, rushing for the kitchen door which opened to the driveway. Linda was standing three paces to the right of the door. Her eyes were wide with fear, and the fear in her face turned up higher when she saw me, her face drained of color, her wide eyes meeting mine for an instant and then quickly looking away. She opened her mouth to speak but the words froze in her throat as she gaped at me in stunned silence.
She didn't need to speak, because it couldn't be more obvious to me what had happened. Keeping my rapidly rising anger temporarily in check, with an unnaturally cold calm in my voice, I asked her "Are you okay?" She nodded her head up and down in an exaggerated motion, signaling 'Yes'. "Was anyone else hurt?" I asked in the same chillingly calm voice. She shook her head from side to side in the same exaggerated way, to answer 'No'.
"Then WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!" I yelled angrily at her, finally losing my cool! She found her voice, only to stammer incoherently "I, I, uhh... I was... uhh... I..." I stormed right by her to the rear of the car, since I saw there was no damage to the front. I stared in shocked anger as my eyes took in what was left of the almost completely obliterated, smashed right rear tail light, the mashed in right side of the bumper crunched forward and down on an angle, and the right rear quarter buckled inward into a large ugly deep V of a huge dent. My eyes were now blazing with anger as I shouted "GET INSIDE!!!" and I pushed her ahead of me to the kitchen door, my right hand reaching past her body and opening the door, then shoving her ahead of me inside, as I pushed inside the doorway. I turned to push the door shut and slammed it so hard that one of the windows cracked.
She stood in the middle of kitchen, her face still full of fear, as she looked at me and then quickly looked away, her eyes still unable to meet mine. "What happened, Linda?" I asked, my voice seething with fury as I tried not to yell.
She began to cry, as she told me what happened, her tears now streaming down her face. Between her sobs, she told me that she had the Mustang going fast in reverse as she was trying to beat another car into a road side parking space. When she tried to hit the brake, she hit the gas instead, and when the car lunged backward even faster, she panicked and slammed the accelerator down, still thinking it was the brake. She crashed hard into the parked car behind her. She waited where the accident occurred, but when no one showed up, she called the police to report the accident. The cops made a report, but also wrote her a $150 dollar moving violation for "Failure To Use Caution". I sighed long and loudly as I thought how much money this was all going to cost, on top of her already very expensive auto insurance policy. When I scathingly asked her what on earth she was thinking, driving recklessly just to get a parking space, she suddenly stopped crying and stared back at me, her eyes now hot with anger.
