Susan pulled the Corvette into the parking lot of a neighborhood drug store. Robert gave her a questioning look.
"You need to make a purchase," she said, turning off the motor. "Until we can get some tests run to make sure she didn't leave you any diseases to pass on, you're going to have to get some condoms."
Susan was already getting out of the car. Robert considered only a moment and followed her. He took her elbow as they entered the store. "She had me use them," he said softly so no passerby might overhear.
"Well, good for her," Susan said crisply. "Pick out whatever kind you want. I'm going to the ladies room."
She moved toward the back of the store, leaving Robert to look around the store and locate the prophylactics. He hadn't bought anything like that for more than twenty years. He found the rack, with their odd manly sounding names, and all sorts of descriptions about enhancing sensation. He chose some in a red box, unable to see a real difference between the varieties, and made his way to the counter.
The teenage clerk rang them up with a bored poker face. Who knew what the kid was thinking. Then Susan appeared at his elbow with a mischievous glint in her eye as the kid handed Robert his change.
"Did you get what we need, Darling?" Susan asked, her soft southern accent showing through more than usual.
The kid took in her mink coat, pearl earrings, and sophisticated hairstyle and his eyes went wide. Robert gave the kid a knowing smile and ushered his wife out the door.
He expected Susan to hand him the keys this time, but she headed for the driver's seat again. Dark came early in December, and although they had eaten an early dinner, they had taken their time, and the sun had long set. Susan pulled on the highway, turning toward the lake they had frequented when they were in school, and in the first throes of love, and looking for some privacy.
He glanced over at her and noticed that her coat had fallen open and her right knee was showing. The dark stockings accented rather than hid her leg's lovely curves. He reached over and touched her knee gently. This time she didn't jump as she had done every time he touched her recently. Well, at least he knew why that had occurred now, and he could feel only relief that she knew about it, as well as joy that she had forgiven him.
His finger moved up her thigh. He pushed her coat aside, and instead of finding the dark thicker fabric of her dress, he found her garter strap and bare skin above her stocking. He looked up at her face and caught a flicker of a smile in the brief glow of a streetlight.
"Did you pull your dress up while we were in the store?" he asked.
"Why don't you look and see," she suggested with barely contained laughter.
The mink was no longer fastened at all. He pulled it aside to find her creamy smooth skin beneath. The garter straps were attached to very small lacy black panties. She wore a matching lacy black bra. He caught his breath and reached out to trace the lace with a finger.
"When we were in school you were quite proficient at getting inside my bra whenever we parked. But then I was usually wearing a skirt and blouse. I thought you might need a little help with that tight dress."
They left streetlights behind and she was illuminated only in the glow from the dashboard. His roaming finger found a hard circle of plastic between her breasts.
"Does this thing open in the front?"
"Uh-huh," she acknowledged, eyes on the road.
With a twist and a snap the clasp came undone. He slowly peeled each cup back away from her breasts and smiled as he surveyed the results. He glanced at the dashboard. "They look great at 80 miles per hour."
"Want to see what they look like at 110?" Her foot barely moved and the powerful car accelerated easily.
"Gorgeous at any speed." He said, reaching out to fondle first one, then the other. Her nipples tightened and he leaned forward to kiss her right breast reverently.
She placed her hand gently against the back of his head, encouraging him.
"We shouldn't. What happens if we're stopped by a cop? This isn't Texas where we'd get off with a wink and a nod. They'd probably consider us perverts here."
"Mmmm. Illinois can be so provincial." Susan's hand moved to rest on his thigh. She ran a manicured fingernail up and down his inseam. It was like lighting a match. He leaned toward her again and touched his lips to her nipple.
She slowed the car so she wouldn't miss the turnoff. Her hand moved up and down Robert's thigh, then up to his crotch and fly. She unfastened the top of his slacks and he reached down to unzip for her. Her hand found its way inside his boxers and stroked him.
"Robbie, would you mind shifting?" She asked softly. "My hand is a bit busy right now."
"Yeah," he said. He wondered if he could concentrate enough to shift for her as she continued to caress him.
They worked as a faultless team as she pressed the clutch and he used the sound of the engine to cue him when to shift.
They took the turn off the highway at speed. Susan kept the car under complete control, although they fishtailed a bit on the gravel.
"We make a good team," he said quietly, moving his hand down between her legs.
She squeezed him gently and affectionately. "Yes, we always have."
He grinned at her. "How long has it been since we've been out here?"
"Years, at least. I hope it hasn't changed much."
"Isn't George's cabin out here somewhere?"
"Yes, it is," she answered smugly. "And I have the key."
"Oh, really?" Robert's hand stroked her, and Susan spread her legs a bit.
"I thought we could spend the night there."
"It's probably shut up tight for the winter. George is very thorough."
"I've already talked to him. We're welcome to use it. Of course, the heat won't be on, so we'll probably have to build a fire in the fireplace. And you'll have to keep me warm."
"I think you're hot enough for both of us."
Susan laughed, then slowed down the car. "Is that a gate?"
"That was never there before.
A wrought iron gate and a brick wall blocked their path. The road curved to the right.
"Condos!" Robert practically spat the word.
Susan followed the road without hesitation. "We'll just go on to George's place, then."
Robert's voice was full of regret. "I was... looking forward to parking for a while."
"Who says we can't?" Susan asked. She cut her eyes at him and he grinned. He could still make out her mostly nude outline in the blue glow from the dashboard.
They followed the curving road around the lake at a conservative speed. Instead of a dirt road through deserted woods, as it had been in their college days, the road was wide and paved and they passed one private gate or driveway after another.
Susan watched the house numbers while Robert watched her body. He was surprised how erotic he found it, touching her while she drove. She slowed and turned right. They crept slowly down the gravel drive and stopped next to the wooden steps up to the deck. She killed the lights, but left the engine running.
Robert looked up at her questioning.
"We want to leave the heat on," she said with a smile.
He grinned. "Oh? And what are we going to do in here?"
Susan pushed her seat all the way back, and moved with agility. Robert's seat was already back to accommodate his long legs. She pulled up her legs and twisted, ending up in his lap, straddling him. She spread her fur coat over them both.
"Now, what did you do with that box you just bought?"
He reached into the console and pulled out the red box. She smiled and unfastened his pants. He fumbled with the wrapping. His view of her breasts in front of him was very distracting. She reached over to help him, allowing him to concentrate more fully on touching her. He slid his fingers inside her panties. Lubrication would certainly not be a problem here. She reached down and reclined the seat. Robert lay back, staring up at her.
It had been years, but she carefully and skillfully placed the condom on him and rolled it smoothly up his shaft. For just a split second, he wondered if she had done this before; with someone else, perhaps? He brushed aside the jealous thought. He was the one who had cheated, not her.
She leaned forward and kissed him, still stroking him through the condom. "That thing better not break. I have no wish to explain to the furriers how I got cum stains on the lining of my coat."
Robert chuckled, imagining the scene. "If it happens I'll be glad to take the coat to the cleaner's for you, Mrs. Thompson." He nuzzled her ear.
She reached down, pulled her panties aside and allowed him entry. Their kissing continued hotly. His arms were around her and he caressed her round bottom, moving his fingers inside her panties from the back. She moaned, then whispered fiercely. "I intend to be the only Mrs. Thompson."
The close quarters prevented him from thrusting, but Susan maintained their rhythm, moving in and out of him, and driving him crazy with desire. For a moment he had a wild desire to open the door and roll out into the cold on the gravel driveway. The heat inside the corvette seemed almost too much. She pushed up and he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She moaned again.
"Do it, Robbie. Come for me," she moaned. "Do it inside your wife. Do it where you belong."
"Oh, Susan. Susie..." He was on fire. It felt as if he were exploding. He thrust against her, pressing her against the dashboard. He thrust again and again, feeling as if every fluid in his body flowed toward her, and every nerve ending in his body were firing at once.
Her screams of pleasure matched his own, and she shuddered through her own orgasm. He pulled her down against his chest and he relaxed against the seat, breathless. Her body molded against his, a perfect fit. Nothing had ever felt so right as this. He kissed the top of her blond head. "You are so incredible," he murmured to her.
"Mmmm," she mumbled, perfectly relaxed.
"I suppose we ought to turn off the engine and go inside. We don't want to run out of gas."
Susan shook with silent laughter. "What an old line."
"I wasn't the one driving."
"No, you weren't." She pushed herself up and held Robert's eyes with hers. "Robert, swear to me we'll always be like this."
His hands moved up and down her bare skin. "I promise, Susan. I'll never do anything to hurt you again. Never."
"We need to make time to be together. I brought our calendars. We'll go through them and match up so we can be together at least one night a week-- or more."
"How about lunches?"
Susan laughed. "Lunches could be good. But we're not doing this in the Corvette in the parking garage."
Robert shook his head. "We'll find someplace." He pulled her close. "Everything will be fine now."
She pressed her face against his neck, happy to be here with him, happy to have him back. Yes, everything would be fine now.
Ellen Lindow
April, 2002
