The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection)

by Cavender, Aurora

  The Lonely Wives Club

  By Aurora Cavender

  Copyright

  The Lonely Wives Club

  Copyright 2012—Aurora Cavender

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  Contents

  Bear the Heat

  An Appointment with Nurse Jennifer

  Four Glasses In

  Bear the Heat

  Kitty stood at the kitchen sink, washing the last of the dishes after her solitary lunch. A feast of garden salad and baked salmon was something her husband never would have subjected himself to, and it showed on both of their figures.

  She sighed and placed the last plate in the rack to dry. She didn't know why she bothered anymore. Frank had never taken much notice of her appearance before, and he barely even looked at her nowadays.

  She looked up into the gingham-curtained window. Her reflection was the same as always, and she turned away quickly. After years of marriage, the image staring back at her had lost its allure, even if her appearance hadn't. She'd always been beautiful, but the truth was, she didn't feel it anymore. Other men certainly found her attractive, but it cut her deeply that Frank never looked twice, no matter what she wore—or didn't wear in some cases.

  A rough knock on the door pulled her from her cleaning. "Who could that be?" she wondered aloud. She walked across the house and pulled open the door.

  A man, tall and broad shouldered turned in the sunlight to face her. He had bright blue eyes and a long, broad nose that stood proudly from his face. His dark hair was hidden beneath a tattered and worn hat. He was unconventionally handsome, which seemed to make him all the more attractive. As though he himself had broken the mould.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She had to clear it before she was able to speak. "Can I help you?"

  He tipped his hat. "Afternoon, ma'am. I'm here about the pool."

  "Pool? We haven't got one."

  One side of his mouth turned up in a smirk. "No, ma'am. I'm here to take measurements to put one in."

  "There must be some mistake. We didn't ask for a pool."

  He stepped back, taking another look at the address posted on the facade of the house. "My mistake, ma'am. I thought this was number twenty-one." He picked up his toolbox and tipped his hat at her again, this time letting his eyes travel down her body.

  The bold move made her heart beat faster. It had been ages since she'd seen someone look at her like that. Most of the men she saw were far too polite and well-bred. A flush came over her.

  The man winked and turned on his heel. She allowed her eyes to follow the curve of his body. His workman's jeans were tight and showed the wonderful contours of his backside.

  "Wait," she called out, as he sauntered down the path.

  He stopped and turned. "Ma'am?"

  "We've been thinking about a pool. What company are you from?"

  A grin crossed his face slowly. "Wainwright Pool and Supplies."

  She cleared her throat. "And do you always put the pools in yourself?"

  "Ask for John," he said before turning back down the path.

  I'll do that.

  "Frank," she started, from the other end of the dining table.

  "Yes?" He didn't bother looking up from his report as he shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

  "I was thinking we might get a pool. The Murphy's are getting one, and it would be nice to have this summer."

  Frank harrumphed. "Well, if the Murphy's have one, how could we possibly live without?"

  She clenched her fork and knife in her hands. "We could have pool parties this summer. You could invite all the men from work." Frank stopped eating long enough to look up at her. "It would be a good way to make friends with some of the higher ups."

  He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "You think it could be in by the summer?"

  "Oh, definitely."

  "I'll give them a call tomorrow."

  "Wainwright Pool and Supplies. Mrs. Murphy told me to ask specifically for John. According to her, he is the best." She took another bite of her salad, chewing slowly to hide her grin.

  Kitty walked slowly to answer the door. Her heart pounded with excitement, but she wanted to savour the moment. She swayed up to it with her hands on her hips. She felt sexy, predatory. She paused before opening the door and smoothed out her bright blue dress. The fabric and fit was still perfect, even after a year of being hidden away. It was slightly sexier than Frank liked her to dress in public, and wearing it around the house was pointless, so it had been stuck in the back of her closet for some time. Combined with bright red lipstick and brand new hairdo, she was feeling like her old self again.

  She took a deep breath and opened the door. Once again, John stood on her doorstep, clutching his box of tools at his side. His eyes widened slightly as he took her in. She felt her pulse race as his eyes lingered on her chest. She took another deep breathe, pushing them skywards.

  "Ma'am," he said, nodding. He looked past her, inside the house. "You gonna invite me in?"

  "Oh, of course," she said, blushing and stepping aside. "Please, come in."

  He stepped across the threshold, brushing past her. She flushed as his arm grazed hers.

  He started down the hallway, looking about. "Nice place," he said, slipping his hat from his head. A dark lock of hair fell across his face, which he brushed back with a swipe of his hand. His tall, broad frame completely dominated the hallway. She bit her lip as she watched him walk in front of her. "Would you like a coffee, and we can discuss what I want done?"

  He stopped and turned. "I already know what you want," he said, a funny look in his eyes.

  Her heart almost stopped. "You do?"

  "Your husband was very clear about everything over the phone."

  She held in a guffaw. Of course, she thought, good 'ol Frank. "Perfect," she said, plastering a smile across her face. "Why don't I show you to the backyard then?"

  He nodded and stepped back, letting her pass. Slightly disappointed, she lost the sway in her hips as she passed him. She noticed he still took the opportunity to let his eyes roam her body as she slipped past. He followed her out the backdoor into the backyard, which was plain and bare compared to the front.

  John simply nodded, setting his tools down on the concrete patio.

  "I'll be in the house if you need anything," she said and turned on her heel, charging the backdoor.

  Kitty watched John from her bedroom window. He'd been working for them three days, digging up the backyard and had still not said more to her than "Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am."

  She sighed, biting her lip. She liked watching him work. She liked how his muscles rippled under his taut, white t-shirt and the way his dark tanned skin glistened in the sunlight. Her breath grew heavy as she watched, and her body grew warm.

  As John turned to fling a shovel-full of dirt behind him, he glanced up, catching her staring from the window. Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to tear her eyes away, to move from the window and his line of sight, but she couldn't. She was held by his gaze.

  Maintaining his intense eye contact, he stripped his shirt off in one fluid, delicious movement and discarded it on the ground. Her stomach fluttered at the sight of his bare, muscled chest. She leaned closer, putting a hand against the glass. She imagined running her fingers over his chest and down his stomach.

  Then, he turned and hopped out of the shallow hole, making for the
hose at the side of the fence. He pulled the hose from the hook on the picket fence. Cranking the faucet, he held the nozzle up until it spurted to life. Clear, crystalline water ran without any hurry as he lifted the nozzle over his head, tilting it back. Shaking his hair out, the water ran over his face and down his chest. His skin shone in the bright afternoon sunlight. He gulped a few times at the water rushing into his mouth and over his chin.

  Kitty fanned herself with her hand, panting as she watched him. She imagined drinking the water running down his skin, licking at the stray drops fallen over his neck. She let her eyes close, savouring the image. She'd lick down the thick, powerful muscles of his chest and lower. A warm pressure grew between her thighs. Cream dampened her panties. She stepped her legs apart, savouring the feeling. Her own hand slipped down the curve of her chest.

  She opened her eyes again to see him staring up at her, his eyes hot and encouraging. She licked her lips and reached behind her, clasping the zipper on the back of her dress. Taking a deep breath, she turned her back to the window. Her dress, which already had a low back, had a short zipper, so she moved it down slowly and methodically so as to not waste the moment. Heat pulsed inside her as she felt the zipper unlocking its teeth, releasing her. She felt her heart beat heavily throughout her body, egging her on. Finally, she reached the end of the zipper. She turned back to the window.

  John's heavy-lidded eyes were locked on her, the hose clenched tightly in his hand. His chest rose and fell with an intensity that told her that he too was having trouble controlling his breath.

  She stepped up to the window again, holding her dress against her chest. Slipping one strap from her shoulder, she let it fall down her arm. She swivelled to the other side and let the other strap fall down too. The only thing keeping her dress on was her hands which were crossed over her breasts.

  John's eyes brightened as a grin crossed his face. He nodded, telling her to drop her dress.

  She cupped her hands over her breasts, feeling the weight of them. The touch of her fingers and the look in John's eyes sent warm, tingling waves of delight through her body, to her core. She was about to lift her hands away.

  But the phone rang.

  Kitty jumped at the obnoxious, jarring sound. She spun around, glaring at the phone sitting next to the bed. Damn thing! It rang again, making her cringe.

  She looked back down at John. He returned her stare for a moment, but had obviously lost the fiery look in his eye. He tossed the hose on to the ground and slicked back his dark, wet hair. The moment was broken.

  The phone rang again.

  Not this time, she thought.

  "I brought some lemonade," Kitty called from the doorway, a heavy silver tray in hand.

  John looked up, wiping the sweat from his brow. Or was it just left over droplets of water? Letting the shovel fall to the side, he started towards her, keeping his dark brown eyes on her. "Thank you ma'am," he said, taking a glass from the tray.

  "Please," she said, jutting her hip to the side. "Call me Kitty."

  He turned his head back, gulping. His Adam's apple pulsed up and down over his tanned, five-o'clock-shadowed throat. He finished the glass all at once.

  She set the tray down and sipped from her own drink. "How are things going here?"

  He shrugged. "Fine, Kitty." He took a step forwards. "Just fine."

  A shiver ran through her. He stood so close to her, she could reach out and touch him. He stepped forwards again, towering over her.

  She swallowed hard, gripping her class tightly, and took another sip. The cool, sweet tang of lemonade excited her tongue. As she brought the cup from her lips, he reached up, and closed his hand over hers. Her heart jumped at the sudden contact. She felt her face flush, and she leaned closer to him.

  He eased the glass from her hand and titled it to his own lips, emptying her drink in a few gulps.

  She'd never felt jealous of a glass before.

  When he was finished, he licked his lips with a pleased "Mmm." His eyes penetrated hers deeply, making her stomach flip over.

  A powerful, almost electric energy existed between them, drawing them closer. "I have more in the kitchen, if you want some." Her voice shook as she spoke. Shuffling her feet, she moved closer. She was thankful for the glass in her hand or else that would be shaking too.

  He nodded, leaning in. Their bodies were almost touching.

  She let out a heavy breath and forced herself to pull away, turning towards the door. Heat continued to pulse between them as he followed her back into the house. She felt his presence directly behind her.

  The door closed and she felt his hand around her arm. She inhaled sharply as he spun her around to face him. Before she could so much as speak, his lips were over hers, kissing her hungrily. All thought escaped her as his tongue licked and toyed with hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she returned the ferocity of his kiss.

  Her knees were weak under the power that surged through her. It felt as though every ounce of heat in her body was centred between her legs. She'd never been kissed like this before. Her pussy grew slick with moisture as he pressed his pelvis into her.

  His hands found the small zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down, letting the dress fall to the floor. He wrapped a hand around the small of her back, holding her up, and carried her to the wall. The wet, sensual feel of his tongue against hers sent a shiver through her body.

  Pressing her against the wall, his lips travelled down her neck. He tugged the bra strap from her shoulder and down her arm, exposing her tit. Grinding his hips against hers, he grasped her breast, squeezing and massaging it. Through the tough, restrictive material of his jeans, his dick rubbed her, calling out for attention. She bit her bottom lip, grinding herself back against him.

  Bending down, he took her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. A deep, primal moan escaped her lips at the sensation as she threw her head back. He looked up at her again, gently rolling her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her head felt light. His lips were quickly on hers again as he pinched her nipple a little harder.

  A powerful bolt of pleasure shot through her. She cried out, pulling him towards her.

  Moaning softly, she slipped her hands down his muscular, ribbed stomach, past his belly button, over the soft trail of hair leading down wards...she licked her lips...Her hand passed under the elastic of his underwear. She gasped as her hand wound around his dick. He was so thick, her fingers didn't meet. She couldn't wait to feel his gigantic cock inside her. She pulled it out just in time for him to reach down under her panties. She leaned back, expecting him to slip his fingers inside her, but he didn't. He tore her panties off in one smooth motion and discarded them on the floor.

  Without the constriction from her panties, a burst of cool air tingled her wetness, and she moaned softly.

  Grabbing her by the ass, he lifted her against the wall, propping his dick against the entrance to her cunt. Holding her with one hand, he squeezed her tit with the other as he drove his cock into her.

  She took him in, with a soft cry of pleasure. Her pussy throbbed and clenched as he thrusted and fucked her. And, oh, did he ever fuck her.

  Grunting like an animal, he fucked her hard. And she loved it. She cried out Yes, Yes! as he nailed her. His huge cock filled her completely, tickling every inch of her pussy. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as he picked up his pace and power. She clung to him greedily while he kept her just on the edge of orgasm. She jerked her hips in time with his, desperate for release. She bit down on her lip as the pressure inside her quickly rose, taking over her body.

  Kitty cried out as she came, clutching him from within throughout her powerful orgasm. While the electricity coursing through her body tapered off, she watched as he came, giving short, strong thrusts as he finished, and finally, shuttered and collapsed against her, panting.

  She stroked the back of his neck, nuzzling his cheek, catching her breath.

  "I wanted t
o do that the second you opened the door that first day," he whispered into her ear. He pulled back, slipping his dick from her. Cupping her face in his palm, he kissed her lips, softly and gently this time.

  "You should have," she purred back.

  He chuckled shyly, lifting her bra strap back up her arm to her shoulder. The sound of his soft laughter brought a smile to her face.

  She brushed a lock of hair from over his eyes. "Are you hungry?"

  His eyes locked on hers, he said, "Starving."

  Her finger trailed the dark stubble on his jaw. "We can eat lunch together." She slipped from between him and the wall and reached for her dress, crumpled on the floor.

  "I'm a bit behind schedule today," he said, guitily. "I was going to skip lunch."

  "You owe me," she said, waving her torn panties. "Besides—" She stepped up to him, cupping her hand around his balls. "The longer the pool takes, the more time we have."

  Kitty gave his ass a squeeze. "Come on, I'll fix us a couple steaks."

  An Appointment with Nurse Jennifer

  I sat on the black leather bench waiting for the doctor to enter. My leg shook with a mind of its own. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered. A doctor picked out of the yellow pages at random. A stranger. My problem was too…personal to tell our family doctor.

  Footsteps approached from down the hall and my leg stopped shaking immediately. I was like a deer in headlights, watching the door. The pit in my stomach sank a little deeper. The door flew open and Dr. Murray stepped into the room.

  “Hello, Mrs. Waters. What seems to be the trouble today?”

  “Umm well…” I began, wringing my hands. “It's of a somewhat…delicate nature, you know?”

  “Don't worry. I've heard everything.”

  I began fidgeting with the buttons on the cuff of my blouse. “Okay, well, you see, for the past six months or so, my husband and I haven't really been intimate…much. At all, actually.”