(by Jack Duncan)
It was only three thirty on a Friday afternoon but I'd wound up the week's work and knocked off early and was on my way home. I nearly passed Jim Henderson's house, as I usually do, but at the last moment I noticed Jeannie's blue Camaro in the driveway.
"She must be visiting Ethyl." I mused as I pulled to the curb and walked back. "Maybe I can cadge a martini."
Jim and Ethyl live in this two story older house - much too big for the two of them now that their son Bobby is off to college at State but it is a comfortable, homey place. I had just raised the knocker on the front door when the sound of happy laughter caused me to pause and then carefully let it down. Again the laughter followed by an 'oh yes' and an ecstatic moan. Somebody was enjoying life. It occurred to me that the wall of the garage was at the proper angle to echo sounds from an upstairs window directly into the entrance-way alcove where I was standing. All was quiet for a moment and then an excited gasp followed by a subdued giggle.
I went back to the driveway and checked the license on the Camaro. Yep, it was Jeannie's car. I peeked in the side door to the garage and saw Jim's Caddy but no Merc wagon like Ethyl drives. I didn't know whether to be outraged or philosophic. Jeannie's been a good wife for these twenty one years and a good mother to our daughter, Elaine, for eighteen of them. If a little fling with a good friend will add a touch of spice to her life, why should I deny it. I felt a stirring behind my zipper at the thought of her still-firm thighs separating to accept - - -. Maybe I'd better cool it and think it over - it isn't as if I've been all that attentive recently. A pang of guilt twisted my stomach as I recalled how quickly I had turned my back and gone to sleep that last time - .
As I walked quietly down the driveway, Ethyl's station wagon appeared coming down the street. I held up a hand and directed her to the curb.
"What - -" Ethyl cut the question as I put my finger to my lips to shush her.
I beckoned her with a wave of my hand and we walked quietly up the driveway to where I had heard the intriguing sounds. They were at the soft giggle and 'yum-yum' stage with a steady rhythm.
Ethyl reached angrily into her purse for her key but I caught her hand before she jammed it into the lock. She glared at me for a moment and then slowly relaxed and nodded her head. "Of course." She muttered and then grinned at me.
Quietly she unlocked the door and led me into the front room where she calmly removed her jeans and panties.
"Just to make everything even." She whispered as she drew me over to the sofa. I nearly tripped over my trousers as they passed my ankles.
As she drew me to her a vivid reminder of how great sex used to be with Jeannie swept over me. The last few years had not been so wonderful but suddenly I wanted to be in her again with all the feeling now rekindled in my loins as Ethyl's warm femininity accepted and enveloped me.
I sensed that it was the same for her as she took me voraciously. It was herself she was making love to, not only me, as she closed her eyes and joined fiercely in the celebration of man with woman - as it used to be and should be - could be again. The whole focus of my being was concentrated on my point of union with this woman and as the hormonal pressures built a low purring sound began in Ethyl's throat. She paused and began to tremble in my arms and with one last deep thrust I erupted into her with four might spasms and a series of after-shocks.
Slowly, her eyes opened with a look of vague question which slowly faded into a warm smile of recognition. "Damn, that was good."
It couldn't have taken more than two minutes but my shirt was soaked and Ethyl's blouse was a mess.
"So what now?" I whispered. "Do we wait for them to come down?"
She shook her head. "That was the idea, but I feel so damn satisfied with myself at the moment I'd hate to spoil their day - may they enjoy it as much. . Let's just sneak out of here. You got a little wine at your place - champagne maybe? This is worth celebrating."
Quietly we replaced our clothing and slipped out of the house.
We left our cars at the curb and walked the two blocks to our house.
As we approached, we could make out activity in our back yard so we walked down the side path to discover Jim firing up the barbeque while Jeannie was setting the picnic table.
"Hey, you're early." Jeannie greeted me. "And that's good; Bobby came home unexpectedly for the weekend so Jim took the afternoon off and brought him over here to visit. He and Elaine have gone to the market for some steaks and must have run into some friends. I let them take the Camaro."