Rachel laughed like she couldn’t believe how naive I was. She punched my shoulder. “You don’t let them find out dickhead. You keep it a secret. That’s very important. That’s the key to a happy marriage. People don’t get upset about what they don’t know about. Isn’t that what you said about me and my parents?”
“No. That’s not me,” I said.
“What? Never?” Rachel sounded incredulous. “You’ve never played away?”
I shook my head. “Never. Not once.”
“How long have you been married?” Rachel asked.
“Twelve years. We’ve been together for fifteen.”
“Wow. You’ve not fucked anyone else for fifteen years?”
“Nope.”
“You’re crazy,” Rachel said. “And you think your wife has never been unfaithful either, in all that time? In fifteen years? You’re confident she’s not had the odd adventure here and there?”
“Ellen wouldn’t do that.”
Rachel laughed in delight at what I assumed she considered was my unbelievable gullibility. “I bet she has Tom. Take the next left over there.”
We’d been driving out of the suburbs for the last few minutes, into the countryside beyond, heading out towards the forest that bordered the western edge of the town. “Your parents live out here?”
Rachel shook her head. “Nope. We’re taking the scenic route.”
That was the first moment when something felt off. When something in my gut tightened. “What? I’m supposed to be taking you home Rachel. It’s late.”
She shrugged. “It’s not that late. What’s the rush?”
“I need to get back to my family,” I said.
“No you don’t. Your kids are asleep. Your wife said she was going to bed too. Why not enjoy the evening a bit? Can you turn left just there?” Rachel pointed to a gap in the trees I could only just see through the pouring rain.
Like an idiot, I turned where Rachel had directed. The sound under the car’s wheels changed from smooth to gritty, like we’d left the road and driven onto a dirt track. A track that wound deeper into the trees. I felt a stab of irritation that Rachel was playing with me like this, that she was wasting my time.
I pulled the car over and put it into neutral. “OK. This has been fun,” I said. “But I’m going to turn the car around and I’m going to take you home now Rachel. OK?”
“Oh, don’t be so boring,” Rachel said. She sounded petulant now. “I thought you were different. I thought you were fun.”
“I guess not.”
“Don’t you want to feel like you’re young again Tom?” Rachel said. “I can make that happen.” And then before I realised what she was doing, Rachel reached over and plucked my keys from the ignition.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Something you clearly need Tom.” She moved fast then. Too fast for me. Rachel clicked her seatbelt open, she turned in her seat, she sprang at me.
I froze in shock as Rachel leapt on top of me. I was stunned, surprised, I didn’t know what to do. She moved with speed and resolve though. Within heartbeats, she was straddling me, her legs across mine, her hands on my shoulders, her face inches from my face. The smell of her flowery perfume hit me again. I smelled her hair too, the scent of her warm skin.
“Woah, Rachel, what the fuck?” I got my hands on her shoulders, I tried to push Rachel off me, but in the confines of the car, with the steering wheel behind her, there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped above me. Against me.
Rachel grabbed hold of my shirt and did her best to wrap her thighs around me in my seat. She clung to me. “Don’t you want some adventure Tom? Don’t you want to fuck me?”
I tried to press Rachel away from me again, but it was useless. “I can’t. I’m married, you know that.” I sounded like I was pleading with her. I was. I was panicking. What if someone passed by and saw us? I felt supremely guilty after only seconds of her being on top of me. But I could feel her body against mine too, feel the heat of her. I was hard, my dick was trapped between my thigh and hers. I prayed she hadn’t felt it.
“Of course you can,” Rachel said. “You can do whatever you want Tom. Whatever you want to me. It’ll be our little secret.” And then Rachel dropped her face to mine and kissed me.
Her lips were so soft and full, her breath tasted sweet, her hair felt like silk as it fell across my face. Rachel’s lips came open, her tongue slid into my mouth. I froze again, at first. And I don’t know if it was instinct or weakness or panic, but I moved. I kissed her back. My lips came open too, my tongue met hers.
I felt guilt and fear, but a surge of excitement too, a surge I’d not felt in so many years, the thrill of kissing someone new, someone so achingly beautiful. Then I came to my senses and I pushed Rachel away from me with my hands on her shoulders.
“We can’t.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I do Rachel. I’m flattered, believe me, more than you could know. But I can’t.”
“You can,” Rachel said with a purr in her voice. “And I can feel you want to.” She rubbed her thigh against my rigid cock. She squirmed above me as she unzipped her hoodie and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. “Just let yourself Tom. Let me. I want you.” She shrugged out of her top, and then before I could say anything, Rachel reached down and took hold of her t-shirt and whipped it up and off over her head.
I caught the sight of slender shoulders, flawless skin in the moonlight, full breasts held in a black bra, then Rachel’s face was against mine again, her lips on me, her tongue snaking back into my mouth.
Heat and need coursed inside me. I realised my hands were on Rachel’s back, stroking her hot skin, running up and down her. She felt so firm, so smooth, so healthy and young. I was kissing her again, kissing her back, matching her enthusiasm.