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

by Hunt, Evelyn

  The two had gotten married young. At twenty one, Carey was already married and it had been six years since she was tied down to her high school sweetheart Mark. She discovered her husband’s affairs three years into their marriage. Somehow things had changed and he started getting home late from work and his drinking escalated to a level she’d never seen him succumb to before.

  That was about the time he got a promotion to be a general manager in an import and export company. Although he provided a lavish lifestyle for Carey, sometimes she wished he hadn’t gotten the promotion.

  Being a stay at home wife, Carey had a lot of free time on her hands. She focused on her writing and had just completed her first book which her editor was going through with the publishers. She loved going out jogging and for yoga, and that’s how she met Nixon.

  He was a bank manager in New York’s central bank who had eyed her every time she went for her yoga session. At one point he almost gave up going to the classes but when he saw Carey, he made it his mission to attend them ruefully so he could see her.

  He finally approached her and the two struck a friendship that escalated to an affair he wasn’t willing to give up. He badly wished that Carey would divorce Mark and pursue the happiness she deserved. He could see some sadness in her eyes every time she mentioned his name. But Carey always held back and changed the topic whenever he’d insist on the divorce issue.

  Carey went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold water. Just before she could place the glass in the sink, she felt a figure behind her and when she turned around, the glass slipped from her hand and crashed on the floor.

  “Oh my god Mark, you startled me” she said as she leaned back on the counter in shock.

  “I’m sorry babe, you didn’t hear me come in?” Mark asked with a cynical smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

  “No” Carey said as she walked away from him to get a broom.

  Before she could bend down to sweep the broken glass, Mark held her wrist and pulled her to him.

  “You know you look so sexy in that outfit and sweat trickling on your skin” he said as he leaned in for a kiss, but Carey pulled away.

  “You are drunk Mark, why don’t you go take a shower and get ready for dinner” Carey said as she pulled her hand away from his grip and turned to clean the mess.

  In one swift move, Mark spun her around and pinned her on the counter then looked into her eyes.

  “Don’t you want to fuck me anymore huh!!” he chided.

  “Am I not allowed to fuck my wife hmm Carey?” he continued as he raucously held her chin and kissed her lips randomly.

  “Mark please stop you’re hurting me” Carey pleaded as she let go of the broom and tried to push him away.

  “You used to love it when I fucked you Carey, don’t you miss my dick?” Mark countered, ignoring her plea, as he spun her around on the counter and pulled down her jogging hot pants.

  Carey fought hard to push him away but Mark’s strength overpowered her and he pushed her back on the counter having her hit her hip bone on the tiled counter and she screamed in pain.

  “Mark, stop please” she begged between sobs.

  She tried to turn around and pull up her pants but Mark held her in place as he raggedly unbuckled his trousers and pulled down his boxers.

  “Was he really going to rape her? Had it come to this?” Carey thought in alarm.

  She buried her head in her hand and awaited the worst, but instead of feeling Mark’s dick violating her, she heard him sobbing. She turned and looked around at him to find him sitting on the floor crying. She stared at him in awe before pulling up her pants and walking out of the kitchen.

  She went up to their bedroom, took a few clothes from her drawer and went to the guest room, locking the door behind her. She got into bed and sobbed hard before falling into deep sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at her watch, it was a few minutes past eleven at night.

  As she sat up on the bed, memories of what had transpired a few hours back flocked her thoughts. She tried to rise up from the bed and a sharp pain engulfed her hip bone. She pulled down her jogging pants and sighed painfully at the sight of a huge red patch.

  She struggled to get off the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some ice. The broken glass wasn’t on the floor any more but the scene replayed in her head. She took a deep breath and went to the fridge, got some ice cubes and headed back to the guest room.

  She nursed the bruised spot and when the swelling went down, she took a hot shower and changed into her night gown. She went to the balcony and looked out at the stars. It was a quiet night and the night breeze blew her red hair on her face and she brushed them off with a sigh.

  All she wished for was to be in Nixon’s arms, he was the only one who could make her feel better and forget all that had happened. She went back into the room and got in bed. She woke up at around 10.30 am and when she opened her eyes, morning light hit her pupils and she shut them painfully.

  She struggled to open them half-shuttedly and when her pupils had adjusted to the room's lighting, she pulled off the sheets and pulled up her nighties to check on her bruise. The swelling had gone down and the red patch had turned purple.

  She walked to the balcony and gazed out in the distance. The sky was a hazy smog free blue and the heat hit her face with the breeze brushing her hair to her back. She headed downstairs and poured herself a cup of coffee which was still hot in the coffee maker.

  Mark had already left for work and at that moment, she really didn’t care much of what he did with his life, all she wanted was to be in Nixon’s arms. She took a quick shower and got dressed then drove off to their love nest.

  Nixon owned a cabin in the outskirts of New York and the two had made it their getaway place. It was only half an hour’s drive to town and they found it convenient with the privacy and exclusivity. As she pulled up in the driveway, she saw Nixon walking out the doorway.

  He had on a red pull neck sweater with tight fitting blue jeans. His coffee brown hair was brushed back and his jaw line twitched as he curved his to lips in a smile. Carey switched off the ignition and paused for a few seconds looking at him through the window, his green eyes bore into her and she wondered why she’d robbed herself of the happiness she so badly needed.

  She opened the car door and banged it close then ran into his arms. He held her tightly for what seemed an eternity. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, a glimmer of moisture had filled them and he held her tighter, not uttering a word.

  A tear drop managed to escape her eye and she gave in into a sob.

  “Are you OK babe?” Nixon finally asked when he felt her tremble in his arms.

  “Yes” Carey said with her head buried in his shoulder.

  “I’m just happy to see you” she continued.

  Nixon pulled back and looked into her eyes again, he searched her brown eyes and wiped off the streams of tears that consumed her cheeks.

  “Are you sure that’s the only reason” he muttered.

  “Yes” she said, almost in a whisper before burying herself in his arms again.

  Nixon wound his arms around her and led her into the cabin. He closed the door behind them and before Carey could utter a word, he spun her around and kissed her passionately. He held her cheeks in his hands and dipped his tongue inside her mouth.

  Carey parted her mouth and sucked his tongue passionately as her arms went around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Nixon ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair and kissed her neck hungrily. Carey let out a sigh and Nixon knew she was primed for him.

  In one swift moved, he swooped her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed then took a second to marvel at her beauty. He’d really missed her, and with her ignoring his calls made him go near insane.

  He went on top of her and kissed her passionately and Carey parted her legs to welcome him. He ran his fingers beneath her beige blouse and caressed her sof
t skin up to her tits. He cupped and squeezed them and Carey moaned.

  He unbuttoned her blouse and her Carey arched her back upwards for him to unbuckle her bra. She looked into his eyes and pulled him down to her for a kiss. Nixon rubbed her nipples between his fingers and she moaned.

  He went down with his mouth and took one nipple in his mouth as his finger rubbed the other. Carey ran her fingers through his brown hair and bit her bottom lip from arousal as Nixon sucked her nipples alternatingly. He placed small light kisses down to her belly as his hands unbuttoned and unzipped her black skinny jeans.

  As he pulled them off, he grazed the swollen area with his hand and Carey groaned in pain and looked up at him. She had completely forgotten about it and she knew Nixon would throw a fit if he found out what had happened.

  “What happened here?” he asked as he held her waist and studied the bruise.

  “Nothing, I hit myself against the kitchen counter” Carey answered as she looked at his unconvinced expression.

  “Did he do this to you? Tell me the truth Carey” he probed.

  Carey knew she couldn’t lie to him and she looked away from his intense glare.

  “I am going to kill him” Nixon said between gritted teeth.

  Carey sat up and held his chin.

  “Nixon, please trust me, and let me handle this my way, promise me” she said sternly as she looked into his burning eyes.

  “I don’t understand why you put up with him Carey, what if he does something worse next time huh? You need to report him babe, please” he begged as his burning eyes softened to sympathy and worry.

  “What do you want me to do Carey, sit by and see the woman I love getting hurt by a worthless drunk?” he continued.

  Carey looked into his depthless eyes and a tear managed to escape her eyes. She smiled at him and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.

  “I need you to trust me Nixon, and right now, I’ll tell you what I want you to do” she muttered.

  “What?” Nixon asked.

  “Make love to me” she answered almost in a whisper.

  Nixon held a gaze with her for a few minutes before he leaned forward and kissed her trembling lips. He kissed off the tear that had run down her cheek and settled on her eyes. He went to her ear and kissed her earlobe.

  “I love you” he whispered before he laid her back on the bed.

  He kissed and licked her neck as his hands cupped and squeezed her full tits. He pulled back and gently pulled off her jeans to reveal her blue lacey panties which were soaking wet. She parted her legs and he went on top of her and went back to sucking her tits.

  Carey moaned and closed her eyes as the urge to have him inside her built slowly. Nixon kissed her flat belly wetly as his fingers rubbed her pussy against the soaking panties and Carey moaned. He went to her belly and placed a light kiss on the patch where her bruise was and Carey sighed.

  He pulled off her panties to reveal her clean shaven pussy, she had it waxed just the way he liked it and he went down and parted her folds. He trailed his tongue along her valley and Carey parted her legs wider for him.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and held his head in place as Nixon ate her juices and nibbled her clit. He slid one finger in her crevice and Carey moaned. He added another finger and caressed her walls before pulling them out and in again.

  Carey arched her back upwards and looked up at him as his tongue nibbled her clit before he put it into his mouth and sucked it dry. He withdrew the fingers from her wetness and replaced them with his tongue and Carey squirmed.

  She dug her fingers into the sheets and as she felt an orgasm approach. She sat up and pulled him to her then rolled him over to his back. She pulled off his pull neck sweater and jeans then went to his chest and sucked his taught nipples.

  Nixon moaned and ran his fingers through her hair in pleasure. He always got weak whenever she sucked his nipples. She did it so skillfully and when she sucked his earlobe, he was like a slave to her. She went up to his ear and licked his ear down to his earlobe before pulling it lightly between her teeth.

  He tried to wind his arms around her but she pinned them back on the bed and intertwined her fingers in his as she continued to lick his earlobes alternatingly. She rubbed her tits against his lightly hairy chest and smiled down at him before leaning down to kiss him.

  She dipped her tongue inside his welcoming mouth and Nixon sucked it hungrily. She kissed him lightly down his six-pack belly and rubbed her hands against his dick that bulged beautifully against his tight boxer pants.

  She slowly pulled them off as she looked at him again and smiled.

  “You look so beautiful” Nixon said.

  Carey paused and brushed her hair off her face to her back. She slowly crawled to his face and placed a light kiss on his lips as her hand took his dick and rubbed it in an up and down motion. Nixon moaned and looked into her eyes.

  “I love you” he said.

  Carey pulled up and looked down at him then smiled.

  “I love you too” she said as she went down to his navel and pulled off his pants, then licked his dick from the balls to the tip. She wet her palm for lubrication and rubbed his dick before putting it into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the tip before pushing it down her throat.

  She pulled up and took it in again until it almost disappeared inside her mouth and Nixon screamed. She licked off the pre-cum and massaged his balls as her hand continued rubbing the dick to the top. She put it back into her mouth and sucked the tip dry as her hand rubbed the remaining part.

  She licked the eye before rubbing it between her teeth and Nixon screamed again.

  “Ooh fuck me” he said as he looked up at her working her magic.

  Carey looked up at him and smiled as she continued to lick his dick like a lollipop. She knew he really loved how she did her blow job. She put it back into her mouth and this time, she managed to take only half of it since it had grown so hard and long.

  When Nixon couldn’t handle the anticipation any longer, he pulled her to him and rolled on top of her. He rubbed his dick against her pussy and entered the tip, and Carey moaned. She parted her legs wider begging him to enter his long dick inside her, but Nixon withdrew and entered just the tip again.

  She wound her legs around his ass and pressed him to her and Nixon gave in as he thrust inside her fully and deeply. Carey moaned and wound her arms around his neck, kissing and biting his shoulder lightly as Nixon plunged inside her lovingly. They weren’t just having sex, they were making love, and for the first time, Carey didn’t feel any remorse about the affair, at that moment, she wanted the whole world to know just how much she loved him.

  He withdrew his cock and rolled her over so her back was facing him. Carey arched her ass up and parted her legs slightly. She closed her eyes as she felt him enter her doggy style. It was her favorite position and Nixon knew how much she loved it.

  He ran his hand down her waggling chest and squeezed her tits as he rode her. Carey felt her orgasm approach and she buried her face into the pillows. She moaned aloud and reached behind her, holding Nixon’s ass as he thrust hard and froze, filling her pussy with hot cum. He embraced her tightly as their bodies shook in ecstasy and the two were connected. Nixon withdrew his flaccid dick and the two collapsed on the bed and fell into deep sleep.

  When Nixon woke up, Carey was nowhere in sight, he looked at his watch and it was a few minutes to nine in the evening. As he sat up to get a bearing of where she could be, he noticed a note on the pillow.

  “I hope you’ll trust me and the decision I’m about to make. Things will change and I can only look forward to a future with you. I love you” it read.

  He took a long breath and exhaled deeply hoping that Carey would leave Mark soon so they could be together.

  Carey got home and as she parked the car, she noticed the living room lights on and she knew Mark was home. Somehow the air around her smelt of shame and despondence beyond repair. She open
ed the door and as she walked into the sleekly contemporary living room, she noticed Mark seated on the sofa in silence.

  He looked up at her and the two remained in silence for what seemed an eternity.

  “Can we talk?” he asked as he stood up from the couch and took a few steps towards her.

  Carey couldn’t imagine him touching her again, and as she looked at him in his disheveled posture, she knew there was no future between them, he just wasn’t the man she had fallen in love with.

  She took a few steps and sat on the opposite sofa and looked up at him.