A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 02 Ch. 04

The wand was switched off as she lay on her side and recovered, very aware of the massive object inside her but not yet willing to remove it. She also felt a pang of remorse as she knew her lust had overcome the repression of the memories of being touched back there, and knew that it had opened a door that would be difficult to close again.

Hard labor around the house was the salve for the shame and embarrassment Gwen felt over her perverted act. She was still at work when the sound of Tim pulling into the driveway floated through an open window around dinner time. Her first instinct was to stay dressed as she was in jeans and a blouse and pretend she had forgotten her promise to her husband. Her weakness was not his fault, she finally decided, and reluctantly shed everything to return to the shirt she had been wearing when he left. Tim found her in the kitchen wiping down the counter.

"Hi Honey—nice shirt!" he said as he breezed in and kissed her. "Sorry to see you got dressed again—was that before or after you came back from the office?"

"Oh-uh, after," Gwen replied, recalling their earlier phone call and guessing on the answer he wanted to hear. "You wanted me to wear the shirt, and a deal's a deal, right? Would you like dinner now, or...later?"

Tim took her in is arms, the smell of sweat, grease and acetylene wrapping about her as well. "Cliff gave me a great idea. How about you and me have a date night?"

"A date night? What do you mean?"

"A night we go out on a date together," Tim answered slowly, smiling.

"But, we're married! We don't date any more."

"Nothing says we can't. C'mon, let's go out tonight."

"Alright, I guess. After dinner. Where did you want to go?"

"I was thinking we pick up some dinner on the way—grab a pizza to go and something to drink."

"I guess that's alright, but where are we going that allows us to bring food?"

Tim smiled again. "How about the drive-in?"

Gwen hesitated. What is it about today and visits to my forgettable past? "The drive-in? Didn't that close years ago? They run a flea market out there now."

"The property got sold last spring and the new owners did a complete refurb on it. Cliff and Cheryl went there last weekend, said it was a lot of fun. How about it? Some pizza and a movie under the stars?"

"Well..." Gwen remembered the one and only time she had ever been to a drive-in. She and Tim had been seeing each other for a month when they went on a double date with Charlie Mortenson and his future first ex-wife. Gwen had heard rumors about what really went on at drive-ins, but still thought it strange that Tim was driving Charlie's Crown Victoria when he picked her up, the car's owner and his girlfriend Beverly in the back seat.

Darkness fell and the first movie had barely started when the unmistakable sounds of...something...began to come from behind her. Gwen didn't dare look back at the couple, but she could guess what was happening, and continued to happen, for the rest of the movie. Tim and Gwen stared ahead in embarrassed silence, his arm around her shoulder as they held hands, while moans, sighs, and what could only be described as squishing noises came from the back while the vehicle occasionally bounced and shook on worn shocks. It was not until intermission that the back seat quieted and the couple announced their desire to head home.

Tim had been unable to look Gwen in the eye as the pulled to a stop in front of the stables, a mumbled apology his only words as he walked her to her door. The incident was never mentioned again, and another double-date ever suggested.

"Just us two," Tim said with a nervous grin, seeming to read her mind.

"Sure, why not, if you want. Sounds like fun," Gwen told him without much conviction.

"Great! Let me hurry up and take a shower, while you get dressed, unless you wanna wear that." He arched his eyebrows suggestively.

"It's not the kind of advertising for Nelson Plumbing that we want if I get caught. Go take your shower while I find something more appropriate for a drive-in."

Gwen's residual shame from her earlier weakness was temporarily forgotten, replaced by a vague sense of disappointment that Tim had foregone his opportunity to use her body for his pleasure to sit in a parking lot and watch a movie instead. She selected a pair of light khaki pants along with a sensible blouse, sweater, and underwear, and was ready to go by the time her husband had gotten dressed.

The smell of the warm pizza on the jump seat behind them filled the cab as he headed across town. Dusk was fast approaching when he pulled up next to the drive-in's ticket booth. Their entry was paid for and a parking spot was selected a short distance from the snack bar—"too close and the lights make it hard to the see the movie, too far it takes forever to get to the bathroom," Tim explained—before the pizza was brought forward and placed between them on the big bench seat. Tim reached back again and produced napkins, a bottle of wine and a red plastic cup for Gwen. For himself he held a beer.

Tim filled her in on the mishaps of the day at the job site while she listened attentively, truly interested in what he had to say. For her part, his inquiry as to how she had spent her day was answered with a noncommittal "you know, chores."

The spaces filled up around them as they ate, families with children closer to the snack bar and playground, the teens and young couples further back and around the edges. Cars pulled in on either side of them, Gwen looking down from her perch in the four-wheel drive truck into the driver's side windows of the sedan next to her. Night was falling fast, and she could just barely make out the lap of the driver in the gloom. Tim put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in. "You seem a little more comfortable this time," he finally ventured.

Gwen stiffened briefly at the mention of that date many years ago. "There's no show going on in the back seat," she replied evenly, never taking her eyes off the movie.

"True enough," Tim laughed nervously. "Man, was I embarrassed that night."

"That makes two of us. We both should have guessed why Charlie wanted to sit in the backseat in his own car."

"It was like watching a car wreck," Tim mused. "I mean, I was in on the plan and all that, but seeing how uncomfortable it made you—"

Gwen looked up at her husband. "Wait. There was a plan?"

In the screen's light she could see him smile weakly. "Well, I always warned Ali and KD that young men have two heads, and that they tend to think with the small one..."

Gwen sat up, and he feared their second trip to the drive-in was again turning into a disaster. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, nothing...look, Charlie got to pestering me a little while after we started seeing each other about what you were like in bed, and I told him the truth, that we hadn't done anything, that you were shy, just to shut him up. He started laughing and said that all you needed was some inspiration and set up the double date, and he and Beverly would put on a show in the back seat, and that would make you so hot that you'd be all over me." Tim chose not to share his friend's more explicit wording, how he had declared "that frigid little bitch will open her legs for you as soon as she hears how much Beverly likes my cock in her."

"So you knew what he was up to? Whatever made you think that would be a good idea?"

"I dunno...young and desperate, I guess. I really wanted to get to know you better without all those clothes in the way. Like I said, thinking with the small head. So, I went along with it. I knew it was a bad idea as soon as they started, but what could I do? It was his car, and there was no hose to turn on them. I was surprised you even let me hold your hand ,which by the way I did to keep you from getting out and running away screaming. I wanted to crawl under the seat the whole time we were there, then when we dropped you off at your apartment I really thought you would never see me again, and then was got really, really pissed off at myself when I got home."

"Those were the same things I felt that night," Gwen admitted. "I mean, I never looked back—not even once!—but the noises coming from the back seat, and then when you dropped me off, I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again after I wouldn't do any of that.. I was so relieved when you called to ask me for another date. I remember thinking that my mother was wrong—not all men just wanted sex."

"Yeah, well," Tim growled before taking a long pull of his beer, "I hate to admit it when your mother's right, but she might have been at least a little right on that one. I was pissed off for a couple of reasons when I got home, Gwen. I was mad that I made someone I cared about a lot that miserable, but what really got me was that I jacked off imagining what would have happened if that stupid plan had worked. I mean, here I am feeling bad about what I put you through, all the while I'm thinking about what you what it would have been like if it had worked. Probably the first time I ever jacked off and felt bad about it when I finished."

Gwen snuggled herself back under his arm. "I know the feeling," She murmured. "You really gave up a lot for me. Thank you."

Tim laughed. "For what? Being a horn-dog teenager with one thing on his mind?"

"For having choices, and choosing me."

"Easy choice."

They were silent for a while, trying to follow the mindless comedy on screen. Gwen remembered how angry she had been with herself that night, how Charlie's plan to "inspire" her had come so close to working, how she had wanted to give herself to the man next to her...the thought of taunting Charlie with a view of the body he could not have had briefly flared in her that night as well before the Lady soundly squashed it. She also quickly shot down the temptation to touch herself and produce a much-needed orgasm as she stood in the middle of her studio apartment that night, wondering if that was the last she had seen of Tim Nelson. Would life have been different if she had been able to overrule her morality that night?

Their lips met, drawn together by the silent communication developed by those who have spent their life together. The kiss lingered, their bodies entwining in the confined space behind the steering wheel. Gwen gently broke the kiss, laying her head on his shoulder. "So, what did you imagine us doing in Charlie's car, when you were, you know, jacking off?"

Tim managed to suppress a startled laugh as he heard his formerly prim-and-proper wife use that term. "Do you want me to tell you, or show you?" Let me show you, he begged silently. Please, let me show you.

Gwen looked about nervously, ensuring they were alone. "If you think it's safe, I'll let you decide."

He smiled. "Okay, but remember, I was just a dumb kid back then, so my imagination was pretty limited. I didn't even know what a girl looked like nekkid," he deadpanned, wondering if Gwen would call him on his girlfriends before her. "So, first I would have kissed you..." Their lips again met. His hand slid over her waist and hips, gradually making its way up until it palmed her breast. He was content to squeeze and fondle the tender flesh for a few moments until it slid down and began to unbutton her shirt from a point near the top of her pants, undoing them until it was open to the top.

Tim teased her ear and neck with his tongue as the hand found its way to her bra-covered breast , again gently caressing and squeezing. Slowly it made its way to her back and began to fumble with the clasp.

"Want me to do it?" she asked as his struggles continued.

"No, let me—I never did get much practice at this."

Gwen's eyes darted about as he worked, looking for a sign they had been discovered until the restraining garment popped free and his hand slid under it and back to the front.

"And what was I doing?" she asked as Tim pushed the loose bra up and ducked to take her now-exposed nipple between his lips.

"Most of the time, you were just letting me do whatever I wanted. I had a hard time imagining you being too aggressive—it just didn't fit you. But when I was really worked up, sometimes you unbuckled my pants and played with it."

"Most of the time? How many times did you think about this?"

Tim seemed to hesitate, whether he was thinking or embarrassed, she wasn't sure. "Well, I thought about it a lot until we did a little bit of the real thing."

"But that wasn't for a long time—until after we were engaged!" She had touched him "down there" a few times after they had announced their intentions to marry, and had allowed him to reciprocate a couple of times, but they had never been less than fully clothed with each other before their wedding night—and even then, the lights had been out and the motel curtains drawn.

"Yeah, from then on I focused on that, but until then..." his tongue flicked her erect nipple.

Gwen reached for his belt buckle, intent on being the girl in his fantasy. It was undone with less effort than her bra clasp had been, and the button on his jeans soon followed. She could feel a wet spot on his shorts as she reached for the hardness lying underneath them, then found the waistband and slid her fingers underneath to find the source of the leakage.

Tim groaned at her touch and left her breast. Straightening in his seat, he nudged her into a semi-reclining position on the big bench seat. His efforts on the button and zipper of her khakis was quickly rewarded and his hand was soon free to slide beneath her panties and cup her sex.

Gwen's face now hovered over her husband's midsection as his finger began to push its way through her furrow. She clumsily tried to support herself with one arm while the other hand tried to lever his underwear away enough for her lips to descend around his covered erection. Tim noticed her struggles and withdrew his hand long enough to help push his jeans down around his knees before dashing back to the warm, wet burrow between her legs.

Gwen's own hand, now freed of its struggle with Tim's underwear, happily grabbed his erection and pointed it in the direction of her mouth. She hungrily descended upon his length while his finger stroked her clit.

She came up for air after a few moments, her hand continuing to stroke as she admired his shaft. Gwen pushed her fist down to the balls and pointed the velvety head towards her lips, ready to again capture his length.

Even in the relative dark of the cab she could see the first spurt erupt from the tip just inches from her face and startled as the bolt flew past her cheek in a blur. Gwen instinctively aimed the thing trying to put her eye out away from her face, and the next several jets leapt into the air and landed in Tim's pubic tangle as his hips thrust up into her clenched fist. After a last grunt and push, he relaxed.

Gwen kissed the tip of his wet head and began to sit up.

"Sorry 'bout that. I knew I was close, but I thought I had a little more to go. Wait—you didn't..." Tim said, his finger wiggling between her lips suggestively.

"No, but that's alright, you did, and that's what was important to me," she told him, gently removing his hand from her underwear and kissing the back of it. "Is that what you imagined?"

"Pretty much, yeah, although I wasn't so quick on the draw when I was thinking about it back then. Guess that's left over from being young once, too." He looked around for napkins to dry the wet goo at the base of his wilting cock while Gwen hunched over behind the dash and began to put her clothing back together.

"I think we used all the ones the pizza place gave us," she explained, reading his mind. "Do you keep any in the glove compartment?" A smile and a shrug told her that was unlikely. "Boys. Always unprepared." She quickly set the bra back into place and began buttoning her shirt. "Guess you'll just have to wait until you get home."

"Drive home with wet shorts? Wouldn't want to chafe. I'll just stay this way until I dry off."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "I'll go to the snack bar and throw the dinner trash away so the police won't think we've been drinking and driving if we get stopped. I'll pick up some napkins while I'm there." Tim smiled, shrugged, and put his hands behind his head, making it clear he was quite happy to wait until she returned.

Gwen checked one more time to ensure her clothing was properly arranged, collected the remnants of dinner and stepped out of the truck, carefully opening the door to avoid exposing her husband. Beside her, a mass of blonde hair could be seen in the lap of the driver. She averted her eyes and gently pushed the truck door shut, anxious to not make her presence known. Two bare feet were pressed against the partially rolled-down back window, a bobbing naked backside visible between them while a soft feminine "uh---uh---uh" came from inside. Gwen hurried from between the vehicles and towards the snack bar.

She discretely deposited the trash, unsure what the drive-in's policy was on outside food and liquor, then grabbed for a handful of napkins on a nearby shelf.

"Oh, hey sugar, y'all got somethin' on your collar, y'know that?" Gwen whirled to her left to find the owner of the voice, a big-haired, big breasted woman. The ruby-lipped, gum-smacking blonde put down her soda, pulled a napkin from the dispenser and dipped it in her drink before taking a firm hold of smaller woman's collar and scrubbing at the offending stain.

"Oh, uh, thank you," Gwen replied, anxiously searching her memory for what she might have spilled. "Must have been from dinner."

The blonde smiled as she worked. "Hope ya got somethin' else to eat, cuz you didn't get much of this from the looks of it. Most if it ended up on your shirt. Gotta watch where they shoot, honey, they can make that stuff fly a fair distance if they're inspired."

Horror filled Gwen as it dawned on her where Tim's first pulse had landed after it had rocketed past her cheek. She fought to the urge to pull away and run from this well-meaning stranger. "Remember to put stain remover on it when you get home, somethin' that works on protein. Next time just take your shirt off and put it someplace safe 'til the movie's done, or he is." She smiled brightly, gum still cracking.

"Thank you," Gwen mumbled and hurried back to the truck. She clutched the wet spot to mask it from any other observant moviegoers as she hurried among the parked cars, mortified to think that others may have spotted it at the snack bar before her good Samaritan had. She ducked into the space between the truck and the car beside them. The feet were still on the window, but the naked bottom had d stopped its bouncing and the accompanying soundtrack had ceased as well. In the front seat, the blonde hair seemed to be moving with more urgency. She hurriedly opened the door to her refuge and found Tim in the position she had left him, hands still behind his head, flaccid cock now resting on his thigh.

Gwen mopped up the remains of his orgasm—at least whatever the blonde hadn't gotten, she thought with great embarrassment—and they headed for home. His efforts to get back into her slacks were resisted in the name of safety until they were in their driveway.