The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 4: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Hunt, Evelyn

  “Good morning,” Noah said nuzzling into my neck.

  I could tell by the way he moved and the morning wood that was pressed against my ass that he was hoping for a morning quickie, but I pulled away from him and stalked to my closet. I dressed quickly and headed into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. My hands shook as I put on my eyeliner and I feared I was going to put out my eye before the day even got started.

  Thankfully, I made it through my morning routine without injuring myself. I refused to talk to Noah at breakfast. I ate my bagel smothered in cream cheese in resentful silence. How could he do this to me? After everything I'd given him.

  “Are you mad at me?” Noah asked looking confused.

  “No, Noah. Why on Earth would I be mad at you?” I retorted sarcastically.

  “Did I do something?” he asked looking hurt.

  “I don't know, Noah. Did you?” I said crossing my arms.

  “Rebecca, I don't know what's going on,” he said looking genuinely confused and hurt.

  “I've got to go,” I said standing up, “We'll talk about it this evening.”

  I slammed the door behind me and screeched out of the drive way. Both of which were things I would have chewed Noah out for, but this morning I didn't care. My heart was aching and my anger was all I had to hold me together.

  I worked through my research methodically as I always did. My boss Mr. Monclaire asked me if everything was okay several times, and I told him I was fine. I didn't want to tell him that I may need the name of a good divorce lawyer soon. My emotions were still too raw to talk about what was happening.

  Noah had certainly looked confused, but that didn't mean anything. If he had been cheating on me he'd done a good job at hiding it all this time, so why would that change now? I lay my head against my desk and took a deep breath. The rest of the morning went by quickly.

  I spent my lunch hour searching public records for anyone named Nelly or Elanor that lived in town. It return over three thousand results and I nearly broke down in tears. How the hell was I supposed to find the bitch that was bedding my husband now? Maybe I would have to ask Mr. Monclaire for help after all. Perhaps, he would know another way to find the information. I wished that I had written down the bitch's phone number last night when I had the chance.

  The afternoon went pretty much the same as the morning, except that my growling stomach distracted me from my work and my worries. I left the office a half an hour early and went to the cafe down the street. I ordered my favorite deli sandwich and settled down with a novel. Usually, being surrounded by the familiar atmosphere would help me unwind after a particularly hard day, but today it only made it worse. I was surrounded by happy people, and more than a few couples.

  Silently, I wondered how many of them were truly happy. How many of the men were cheating on their wives? Were the women even their wives? Or was this the place they brought their whores for dinner before fucking them in the backseats of their company cars? I slammed by book closed and stormed out of the restaurant leaving my barely touched sandwich behind.

  I don't remember much about the drive home except for the fact that I caught every red light on the way. It was as if the universe itself was telling me to slow down and breathe, only I couldn't. I felt as if the air was getting caught in my lungs and I would pass out from the pain that vibrated through my body, mind, and soul. How could my Noah do this to me? Didn't he know how much I loved him?

  My breaks squealed as I pulled into the driveway. Noah was already home, but that didn't surprise me. His office usually only worked half days on Friday. I sat in my car gripping the wheel until my knuckles turned white and my hands shook from the strain. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to my husband once I was inside. Part of me wanted to rant and rave and slap him. The other part of me wanted to break down and cry in his arms. I wanted to hear him say that I was over-reacting, but I knew the angry part of me wasn't going to believe him.

  I couldn't stand being in the state of non-action a second longer. I killed the engine and got out of the car. I slammed it closed behind me and pressed the button on the little key-chain in my pocket to lock it. I stormed into the house to find Noah reclined on the sofa reading the newspaper.

  “How could you do this to me?” I demanded slamming the door behind me.

  “What are you talking about, Rebecca?” he asked throwing his paper aside.

  “And now you're going to lie to me?” I demanded dropping my purse and tearing off my coat and heels.

  “I can't lie to you, because I don't know what the hell you're talking about!” Noah said raising his voice.

  “Oh! Oh!” I said feeling frustration rising in my chest, “I guess you think I'm so stupid that I'd never find out about Nelly? Well, you're wrong, Noah! Very damn wrong! How could you do this to me? Why the hell would you do this to me?”

  Tears were threatening to fall so I turned away from him. I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me fall to pieces over him. I pulled my phone from my pocket intending to call Rachel. She had been my best friend since high-school and I knew I could count on her for a place to stay for a few nights until I got my head on straight. I wouldn't stay here with the cheating scum-bag. I couldn't. I'd scratch his lying-two-timing eyes out of his head.

  “Nelly?” He asked. “I don't know anyone named Nelly.”

  “Then why the hell was she texting you, Noah?” I demanded turning to face him again.

  “That was a wrong number. I found it at lunch time and told her so,” he said trying to wrap his arms around me.

  I pulled away from him and studied his eyes, trying to figure out whether or not I should believe him. I snatched his phone from the table and flipped it open. I searched through his contacts and found nothing unusual. I switched over to his out-box and found that sure enough he had sent the woman a message saying she had the wrong number. Nelly had replied that she was 'uber sorry'. I sat down on the sofa with my head in my hands. Maybe he was telling the truth. I looked up at him through my tearful eyes and studied his face again.

  Noah sat down next to me, and I lay me head on his shoulder.

  “Rebecca, you know I'd never cheat on you. I love you too much. We've invested too much of our lives and ourselves in our relationship to throw it away. You are my everything,” He said placing a hand on either side of my face,“I love you.”

  I leaned in and brushed my lips against his. I wanted him to be telling the truth, and somewhere deep inside of me I knew that he was. He was Noah, my high-school sweet heart, the man whom had dedicated his life to me and our marriage. The man who allowed me to take him to the edge, again and again, before allowing him to cum. Sometimes he'd be stuck with a hard-on for days.

  I deepened the kiss leaning into him. My breasts pressed against his chest and my nipples instantly became hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid back taking him with me. His familiar weight resting against me felt comforting. I ran my hands through his hair and smiled up at him.

  “I'm sorry,” I said, “I should know better, but you always hear about cheating spouses, and I love you so much, Noah. I don't think I could stand to loose you. I don't think I could survive it.”

  “It's okay. Next time just ask me about it, please. I spent all day worrying about what I could have possibly done to make you so pissed off,” he said kissing my neck.

  “Agreed.” I giggled and arched my hips against him.

  His dick twitched against my stomach and I felt it begin to come to life. I ran my hands over his back and squeezed his firm ass as I arched my hips against him.

  “Let me undress you?” He asked smiling at me.

  “Okay,” I nodded.

  Noah slowly reached under my business skirt and slid his thumbs into the waistband of my pantyhose. He slipped them down and off of me slowly revealing my nude legs inch by inch. He kissed my calves and thighs as he worked his way back up.

  Next he unzipped my skirt and tugged it off. I laughed
as he fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, and then with trying to unlatch my bra. I sat up so that he could see what he was doing. It fell to the floor and Noah wrapped his arms around me so that his strong hands cupped my large breasts. His palms tickled my nipples and I moaned.

  It wasn't something I did often, but I leaned forward, climbing onto all fours. When we were younger doggy-style had often made me nervous, but as I became more experienced I know that it allows me to pull Noah's manhood deeper into my pussy than most other positions.

  I heard Noah chuckle as he slid my panties down to reveal my glistening pussy. I rested my head against the arm of the sofa and watched him undress. His cock was now hard and throbbing. My pussy contracted instinctively as I thought about how it would soon be inside of my body.

  I knew that Noah was just as aroused, because he didn't bother with our normal foreplay. Usually, my husband enjoys eating my pussy and lapping at my juices, but instead of his tongue I felt the head of his dick rubbing against my aching clit. I moaned and arched back against him.

  Noah rubbed the head of his organ around my clit and over my opening again and again until I thought I was going to explode from the anticipation.

  “NOAH!” I called out letting him know that I needed him inside of me.

  I felt the head of his manhood press against my opening and slide into its home. My pussy contracted around him, squeezing him tight as it consumed his length. Noah's long arms wrapped around me, and cupped my breasts once again. I wiggled my ass moving his manhood around inside of me. I heard him moan in pleasure and moved quicker brushing him against my insides and evoking sounds of pleasure from myself as well.

  Noah held tight to my breasts as he began to thrust. He moved so painfully slow in and out of my sopping wet pussy. Every move he made seemed to send bolts of pleasure through my existence. My long fingernails dug into the sofa and my teeth into its arm.

  My husband roughly massaged my breasts as his pace increased. I moved back against him hard, slamming his prick deeper and deeper into my body. Our sex made me feel raw and alive. Noah bit my neck and I moaned loudly, arching my back.

  Noah's hands moved to my hips and he pounded harder into me.

  “Oh! Oooh! Uhh.. Mmm..” I called out at the height of his every movement.

  My eyes were rolling back in my head and my orgasm was not even in sight. I buried my face deeper into the sofa, arching my ass and pussy higher into the air so that I could feel Noah even deeper inside of me. My pussy stung from the friction our bodies created, but I still wanted more.

  I reached under my body and massaged my clit frantically while my other hand played at my nipples. I pulled and twisted on my little pleasure bits as Noah thrust harder and harder. I became lost to the sensation of in and out, in and out. Twist, pull, in, in deeper, and deeper!

  My climax hit me sooner than I had expected I couldn't bite back the loud primitive cry that escaped my lips.

  “OH! YES! NOAH!” I called out as my body shuddered in pleasure.

  It was only Noah's hands on my hips that kept me from collapsing onto the sofa. It felt so good, maybe too good. Noah's thrusts became harder and quicker as he sought his own relief. I squeezed at his manhood with my pussy trying to urge his seed from him.

  I looked over my shoulder to see his lustful eyes were concentrating, maybe too hard. I pulled away from him, and turned him to his back. He let out a startled, frustrated cry, but forgave me quickly when I covered the head of his manhood with my lips. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the head of his penis until I tasted his salty pre-cum dripping onto my tongue. I worked my mouth up and down his thick shaft taking his length into my throat.

  My hand cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. They felt tight and I knew he was close to the edge. All I had to do was push him over it. I scrapped my teeth against his flesh and I felt his dick twitch in my mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked him furiously until he exploded covering my hand and his stomach with his warm seed. I collapsed against the sofa panting, but a breathless smile danced at my lips as I looked down at Noah.

  “Let's have make-up sex more often!” I laughed in between pants.

  “Definitely!” he chuckled still staring at the ceiling.

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  Dreams of a Nympho

  by

  Julia Shaw

  Celeste had never had a problem pleasing men until recently. She wasn’t sure where her libido was, but it was time for it to come home. The guy she’d been dating for the past six months left her. He had mumbled something about her being a grown woman and how a grown man needed to be pleased sexually. Obviously he thought she hadn’t been up for the challenge.

  It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive. Celeste had good taste in men. And she was pretty easy on the eyes as well. But she’s lost her desire to have sex and it was something that she wanted back desperately. She was a young and vibrant woman who desired sex and carnal pleasure just like anyone else.

  She was at her wits end after coming from her doctor who could give her no explanation as to why her libido was so low. She wasn’t dealing with any major stress, her vitals were great, and she had no health issues. She was referred to a psychologist. When she walked out of the doctor’s office, Celeste threw the referral in the trash.

  She had a better idea.

  There was a small house that was next to the coffee shop where she had breakfast almost every morning. There was no distinct signage to tell you what the house was, but everyone in the community knew that Miss Blackwell lived there. And they all knew what Miss Blackwell did.

  Celeste had never been to a woman like Miss Blackwell before. She’d heard through the grapevine that Miss Blackwell had cures for every ailment. Surely she could cure Celeste’s low sex drive.

  Celeste marched in to Miss Blackwell’s with all of the confidence in the world, but when she took one look around, she second guessed if coming there had been the right thing. Just as she was about to turn around and go, she heard a voice behind her.

  “Most people don’t come see me just to chat and visit. They need something. What you need, darlin’?”

  Something about the slow drawl of the woman’s voice made Celeste feel more comfortable with being there.

  She turned around to face a short, pudgy woman with fiery red hair. She was wearing cat eyed shaped glasses held around her neck by a decorative chain and they had slid to the end of her nose so that she was looking at Celeste over the rim of the spectacles.

  “I need something to increase my sex drive.” The words came from Celeste’s mouth so quickly, she wasn’t even sure if she’d been the one to speak them. The woman gave her a once over.

  “Strong young woman like you got problems in the bedroom? You may need to see a shrink.”

  Celeste sighed. “Maybe coming here was the wrong thing to do.”

  The woman shook her head and walked over to Celeste and started to pat her on the shoulder.

  “There now, darlin’. Don’t go rushing out of here. I just wanted to see if you was in the right place or not. I get a lot of people coming in here thinking I’m going to mix some magic potion and fix them. That’s not what I do.”

  The woman extended her hand. “I’m Miss Blackwell. Nice to meet you. You don’t have to tell me your name. I like it that way.”

  Miss Blackwell held on to Celeste’s hand for a moment, observing as she turned Celeste’s hand over and over in her own hand.

  “Seem to be in good health. It’s your mind and your heart that may need a bit of attention.”

  “I thought you said I seemed in good health.”

  Miss Blackwell sucked her teeth. “I don’t mean it in that way. I mean spiritually.”

  “Oh,” Celeste said, eager to learn a bit more about what sh
e needed.

  The woman disappeared, and reappeared just as quickly. She had a bottle in her hands.

  “This is what you need.”

  She shoved the amber colored bottle toward Celeste.

  “What is this?” Celeste asked.

  “Don’t ask no questions. Just go drink it over the next two days. Not too much each day. You’ll start to feel your drive come back after that.”

  Miss Blackwell walked around Celeste in a circle, checking her out.

  “A girl like you should be enjoying a healthy sex life.”

  Celeste felt like she was under a microscope. But she was willing to suck it up just to see if what Miss Blackwell had for her was going to fix her problem.