It was a stupid thing for me to do and I knew better, but I let it happen anyway. The problem is that I loved it and I want to do it again, but I don't dare. The consequences of getting caught would destroy my marriage, ruin my family and stamp a brand on my forehead for all to see.
I am a forty-three year old wife and mother. My husband Joel and I have three great children; eighteen year old Mike, sixteen year old Cassandra and fourteen year old Donna. My husband is an electrical engineer and he makes very good money and that allows me to be a stay at home mom. Being a stay at home mom can be a very stressful thing what with trying to keep up with three teenagers, a husband and a four bedroom house.
About ten years into our marriage I almost had a nervous breakdown. Joel was in a race for a promotion at work and was putting in long, hard hours on the job leaving me at home having to cope with three growing kids and it almost overwhelmed me. It peaked one night when Joel came home and made some pissy comment about something I don't even remember now. I ran crying from the room, locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out for hours.
The outcome from that outburst was that regardless of how heavy his work schedule Joel would be home by five every Wednesday allowing me to get out of the house and away from the pressures for an evening. As the kids got older I passed some of the household duties off to them; things like making them responsible for their own rooms, taking turns doing the dishes and helping to prepare meals. The pressures went way down, but I still kept my night out.
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My best friend is my next door neighbor Caroline. Caroline and her husband have one child; eighteen-year-old Jeff, and he and my son Mike have been inseparable best friends for the fourteen years they have lived next door to each other. Caroline's husband Mark has a nine to five job and he is usually around to help out. With only one teenager to cope with she has never even come close to the total collapse that I almost experienced, but when I started on my night out program Caroline decided that she needed to appoint herself my "guardian" on those nights and she started to go out with me.
My husband wasn't all that keen on the idea because he thought Caroline was just a little too wild. He said he had heard rumors that she ran around on Joel and he was afraid she would be a bad influence on me. We got into a big argument over that when I got my back up at what I considered his lack of trust in me.
"So, just because you think she does that means I will too if we are together? You think she has something that is contagious, that will cause me to spread my legs for anyone I meet when I'm out with her? You have that much faith in me?"
He grumbled, but he backed away from the subject.
He was right about Caroline; she did run around on Mark and every morning over coffee I got the latest update on her love life. And she did try and get me to go out and play with her, but I loved Joel and had no interest in other men.
On our nights out we usually went for a bite to eat and then caught a movie or went to a play put on by the Community Theatre Group. Maybe once every four or five weeks or so we might go to a lounge for drinks and end up having men buy us drinks and dance with us. I did get hit on and occasionally felt up, but I never let it go anywhere. On those nights Caroline would sometimes disappear for a half hour or so and on the ride home I would be treated to a blow by blow description of what her latest lover had been like on the back seat.
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The night it happened started at two in the afternoon. It was a gorgeous summer day and I was lying on the patio in a bikini working on a tan when Caroline came over with a pitcher of margaritas. We lounged in the sun and then drank until around four and then went into the kitchen and made another pitcher of margaritas and then sat at the kitchen table and talked. Mostly I listened as Caroline told me about the two guys she had gone to a motel with and described in detail what they had done. Her stories always made me horny and usually Joel got the benefit of that horniness, but it was a Wednesday and he wouldn't be up when I got home that night.
Around four-thirty I changed the subject of the conversation to what we were going to do that night. Caroline didn't know what she wanted to do so she asked me and I said:
"I want to go to a drive-in movie."
I have no idea where that came from. I hadn't been to a drive-in movie in over ten years and I couldn't even remember the last time I'd thought about going to one, but that's what popped out of my mouth.
"Why not, it might be fun." Caroline said and she went home to change.
We were getting ready to leave when Mike and Jeff came in and saw us getting ready.
"Where are you two off to tonight?"
"To the drive in movies" I said.
"I've never been to a drive in movie, what's it like?" Jeff asked.
Mike laughed and said, "For guys like us it's a passion pit dude."
I looked at Jeff. "Really? You have never been to a drive in?"
"No, not ever."
"Well go jump in the car young man and we will treat you to your first time."
"Cool" Mike said as he and Jeff headed for the car.
Jeff and Caroline got in the back and Mike joined me up front. As we drove to the drive in we talked about what the boys were doing with their summer vacation and what they thought they would be doing when they headed off to college in the fall. About a half-mile from the drive in Mike said:
"Mom, can I ask you to do me a favor?"
"Of course sweetie. What do you want?"
"Could we stop so I can trade places with Jeff? I don't mean to be insulting to you, but it would sure make me seem like a lame-o to be seen sitting in a car at the drive in with my mother."
I laughed and pulled over to the side of the road. "I am insulted. Usually I have to fight men off with a stick and here you are trying to put distance between us."
