Thursday night, Law and Order SVU night, and I was seconds away from finding out the defendant’s verdict when my phone on the nightstand buzzed. I picked up the phone to check out the text message I'd just received.
Meet me in the car. Now.
I smiled. There could only be one reason for the urgent request from my husband. I was needed, ASAP, and he didn't want to wait until the coast was clear.
The coast was our house, and it was currently occupied by our grown children, Tim and Lexi, nineteen and twenty two, respectively. Tim was here for summer break from college and Lexi was back home after graduation, as she searched for her first real job.
But our once empty nest was now full again, and the baby birds, no longer anywhere near babies were crowding us out. We'd grown accustomed to having every room of our house to have fun in, but now we were relegated to quickies wherever we could get them in.
And tonight, it looked like the car was where we were getting it in.
“We the jury find the defendant,…” the foreman took the obligatory long pause for dramatic effect, “...guilty.” I pressed the power button on the remote and tiptoed out of the room.
Why I had to get into stealth mode and sneak around my own home to avoid being heard by my children, was beyond me. Frank and I were just doing what was only natural for a married couple who still had a healthy sex life, even after twenty-five years of marriage.
I should've had enough courage to just go to each of their rooms and say, “Don't go in the garage unless you want the surprise of your life.” But nope, I wasn't that bold. Not yet, at least.
Because if they did happen to find us, so what? It was bad enough we had to play hide and seek in our own house. I don't think we should have to become monks just to let our kids keep their pristine delusion of us being their sexless parents.
I stopped outside of the garage door and listened out for any sounds from the hallway upstairs. I knew both of their doors were closed as usual, as they holed themselves up in their rooms. All I could hear were the muffled sounds of talking from their televisions and electronic devices as I slowly eased the door open. I cringed when the door squeaked, never realizing just how noisy it was until I needed complete silence as I snuck around.
I stepped out into the warm garage, smiling when Frank winked and waved me toward him. I eased the door closed behind me and rushed over to the car, giggling as if we were thirty years younger. But this is how it is for us lately. Since Tim moved out, leaving us alone, we had loads and loads of time to become reacquainted with one another.
And neither of us realized until then just how much we'd forgotten what this felt like. The pleasure of each other's company, even if only in a room together quietly doing our own separate thing. He'd be scanning over news articles on his tablet as I read a novel. And every now and then, he'd put his tablet down to come to me and guide my face toward his for a kiss. Or I’d pause what I was doing to lean over the sofa behind him and wrap my arms around him.
But though it was a little frustrating not having the alone time we'd become used to anymore, we both knew that the most fun came from the thrill of finding somewhere to hide and make love while running the risk of being caught in the act. Our children returning to the nest had inadvertently turned us into a whole new breed of lovebirds.
Hotels, secret spots in city parks, or anywhere we could find that was just dark and hidden enough for our fun was what we were always on the lookout for.
And Frank had chosen the spot today. But there was nothing discrete or hidden about our own garage. It couldn't lock from the inside so the chance of being discovered by the kids was just a little too high for me.
I slid into the seat next to him and right away he took the sides of my face into his hands and pulled my face toward his. Frank kissed me like he needed to taste me, to devour me, and inhale the air that I breathed. His lips on mine---the only lips I’d tasted for the last twenty-five years of our union---still ignited me every time and could still stoke the fire within my core.
He chuckled when I moaned into his mouth and slipped his fingers past my waistband and panties. “Sounds like you're already ready. But let’s just see.” His suspicions were confirmed by the audible sound his fingers made when they found my wet center.
“Umm-hmm,” he said, kissing and pulling at my lower lip. “You're ready, alright.”
“Frank,” I whispered as his lips latched onto mine again and both hands cupped my breasts. “The…,”I manage to squeeze in words between kisses, “...kids…”
He stopped me with another kiss then pulled back, shaking his head. “We're not talking about the cockblockers tonight.” He moved in for another kiss but I moved away.
“No. But they could walk right in on us. Let's go somewhere else.”
He huffed, clearly frustrated if the tent in his gray sweatpants was any indication. But he didn’t complain, and instead hurriedly jumped out of the car to go back into the house. Frank returned, lifted and jingled the car keys and pressed the garage door opener on the wall as he passed it.
He fell back into the driver's seat and started the car. I leaned over to kiss his cheek, my hand roaming down between his legs as I whispered in his ear, “Thank you, sweetie.”
I circled and massaged his hard cock before I gave him a quick squeeze and said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
“Where are we going? Park again?”
I shook my head. I didn't want to wait any longer and obviously neither did he. “Just pull into the driveway. Its dark. It should be okay.”
He grinned and eagerly complied, pulling the vehicle back a few feet. He pressed the garage remote in the car and before the door could fully close I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him.
“Your timing was perfect. Law and Order just went off.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, kissing me again. “Guilty or not guilty this time?”
“Guilty,” I answered, pulling his earlobe between my lips.
“I have some things I’m ready to be found guilty of, too.” he said with a teasing smile.
“Oh yeah. Starting with tempting an innocent woman to participate in such lewd behavior as car sex outside of her own home.”
I nodded as he kissed down the front of my neck. “Mmm...yeah. I think you're going to really do time for that.”
“Shit, “ he said in mock disappointment. “Take it easy on me, will you?”
I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband and wrapped them around his velvety hard member. “How easy do you want me to be?”
He wiggled his eyebrows, enjoying the chance to jump into our usual double entendre game. “Real easy, baby. I need slutty level easy, babe.”
I began a steady massage up and down his shaft, and pouted. “I was trying to be a good girl tonight, though.”
He shook his head vehemently, moving his hips in time with my hand, welcoming my massage with a grunt. “Uh-uh. No good girls allowed in this car tonight.”
I laughed, taking pleasure in watching his eyes close as he became lost in my stroking. The darkness of night surrounded us, hopefully providing a shroud of secrecy from the eyes of nosy neighbors. But somehow I didn’t quite care if it didn’t. I was too into sharing this with Frank, and the possibility of getting caught in the act provided an unexpected thrill to it all.
I groaned when Frank’s large hands cupped my ass cheeks and ground me against his crotch. I removed my hand from his pants,and enclosed his neck with my arms, letting him take charge to lead the rhythm of our movements. I threw my head back, savoring the pressure of his cock against my pussy as we dry-humped in the driver’s side of our car. Now it really felt like we were horny twenty-somethings again, but I wasn’t ashamed. And clearly, neither was he.
But we were both getting impatient, and humping fully clothed wasn’t nearly enough anymore. I needed him inside, merging with me. He swiped my shirt up and over my head, tossing it onto the passenger seat as I reciprocated, doing the same with his tee. I slid my pants down, threw them onto the pile on the seat next to us, and crawled into the back seat. I waited as he stripped out of his sweatpants and joined me. Once in the back, he slid down his boxer briefs and my hands found his cock again as we kissed and I rubbed.
“Mmph. Darla, I need you...now,” he said in between desperate pants.
I continued my kneading of his shaft as I gently guided him toward me. “Come, baby. You can have me.”
He needed no more urging. Frank lowered himself onto me. Too anxious to continue my undressing, he moved my pink satin underwear aside as his body joined with mine. I sighed, loving the feel of him filling me within. Every time felt like the first when he entered me, my heated body responding to and craving him. I clenched my muscles inside and pulled his cock further into me with each stroke.
“Fuck, Darla,” he hissed with the sensation of me squeezing him. He leaned an elbow against the seat back for leverage and held my head with his other hand as we stared into each others’ eyes.
I threw a leg over his waist, pulling his body closer into mine and tightened my squeeze around his cock. Frank snaked an arm behind me, his hand cradling the small of my back until he was drawn deeper into me. Each stroke went deeper and grew stronger until he moved at a fever-pitch speed.
Our bodies moved in sync as one, his giving as mine received. I caressed his back, my hands slipping along his broad, perspiration-soaked skin.
His lips were on my face, fluttering against my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, until I felt his body tense. He slowed, willing himself to stave off his orgasm and then lifted his body up. He continued his rhythmic pace in and out of my core but angled his pelvis just right to provide a delectably pleasurable friction against my clitoris.
That was one of the things I loved most about Frank. He never came alone. He always made sure we were both enjoying it together when we made love.
A tingling rose up my spine and spread to my limbs, all the way down to my digits. I moaned and moved with him, my body colliding into his as we both climbed toward climax.
“Frank!” My scream was muffled as I buried my face into his shoulder and surrendered to my body's catapult into climax.
Frank only lagged behind by mere seconds before he too gave up the fight and gave in completely to his own orgasm.
He collapsed and I welcomed the weight and closeness of his body on mine. I ran my fingernails along the skin of his back and felt him shiver in response.
He moved back enough to find my mouth again, our lips reuniting once more as he kissed me slowly. “What's the verdict, babe?” he asked breathlessly against my lips.
I moved my hand down to playfully squeeze his ass cheek. “Guilty as charged, Frank. And I'm ready to subject you to immediate sentencing. But we’ll need a lot more space for you to carry out my punishment. We can finish this in the bedroom later.”
He tapped my nose affectionately before kissing the tip of it. “You're the judge and the jury babe. You name it, you got it.”
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.