The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection)

by Cavender, Aurora

  “Sometimes relationships go through dry spells. It's not uncommon.”

  “Oh doctor, it's not just a dry spell. I wish it was only that.”

  “Is your husband impotent, ma’am?”

  “No, nothing like that. It's my problem really. I don't know why, but recently I just haven't had any interest in sex whatsoever. And it's putting a terrible strain on our relationship.”

  “How was it before?”

  “Oh, completely different. I used to want it every day, sometimes twice.”

  “Do you masturbate?”

  I felt my cheeks flush and looked down at my hands clasped in my lap. “Not anymore.”

  “I see." He took some more notes, not sparing me a look.

  "Is there something wrong with me, Doctor?"

  "Well, it might just be hormonal, but I have to know a little more,” he said, making notes in his folder. He stood up and turned towards the door. “I'll send the nurse in to ask you a few more questions while I check on another patient, okay?”

  “Okay Doctor,” I said as he walked through the door.

  There, now that wasn't so bad was it? At least he was sending the nurse to ask the questions. Talking to a woman would be much easier.

  Just then the door opened again and in walked a beautiful young woman with long, red hair. She wore a white nurse’s uniform that hugged her every curve, from her large breasts to her generous hips.

  “Hi, I'm Nurse Jennifer,” she said with a sexy, husky purr.

  “I'm Candice. I didn't know nurses actually wore those cliché uniforms.”

  “Most don't, but I prefer it. Now, the doctor said you are having some problems in the bedroom. A lack of interest?”

  “Yes, that's right.”

  “Okay, I'm just going to ask you some questions. First off, how often did you masturbate before?”

  “Ummm—” I started, blushing again. “Maybe 4 or 5 times a week.”

  She raised her eyebrow. “Hmm, busy girl,” she said with a look that told me she was impressed. “And what did you use to excite yourself”

  “Usually I would be reading a romantic story…a harlequin.”

  “And that made you wet?” she asked, staring a little too intensely at me.

  I pinched my knees together and looked over to the wall. “Well…yeah."

  Suddenly, Nurse Jennifer sat down beside me. She placed a hand on my thigh and said, "There's no need to be shy, Candice. Self-exploration and self-pleasure is something natural. Beautiful even."

  The touch of her hand made my pulse race. I swallowed hard and forced a smile that I hoped didn't look too eager. "Okay."

  She smiled back at me. "Great." she said, looking back down at her board. She remained sitting next to me, the skin of her pale, creamy thigh touching mine. I fought to control the pace of my breath. "Now, did you ever use anything else to excite yourself?"

  I swallowed hard. "Sometimes I would fantasize. I had different fantasy scenarios.”

  “Tell me one.”

  “Okay," I started, feeling a little braver. "There was one where I was a…a student in an all girls school, and I would seduce the professor.”

  “Hmm, and did you ever fantasize about seducing your classmates?”

  “No never…I mean, I fantasized about other classmates seducing each other. But it's not like it was ever me.”

  “I see." She leaned closer to me. "And which did you fantasize about more?”

  “I guess…the one with the girls.”

  “And when was the last time you were aroused?”

  I had to think back; it had been awhile. “The last time I remember, was like two months ago.”

  “And in response to what?”

  “Um...” I said, looking away. Just remembering that night made me blush. I couldn’t tell another person.

  “Go on," she said, nudging me with her elbow. "I need to know these things, or I can’t help you,” she said. Her eyes were excited and penetrating.

  “Okay. My husband and I were staying with friends of ours, at their cottage. I was up late, reading on the porch when I saw them run out to the pool. I was in the shadows so they couldn’t see me. I was about to say something when they started to take off their clothes, and then I couldn’t very well say anything. It was too embarrassing.”

  “And you didn’t want to, did you? You wanted to watch them?”

  I nodded. “I didn’t think...well, I stayed in the shadows, watching them. They swam around a little and then...” I had to stop a moment, my breathing was getting heavy as I recalled the vision. My body grew hot and bothered just telling the story. “He sat on the stairs while she sucked him off." My fingers grazed my collarbone. "She really went to town on him. I could tell she knew what she was doing. He came in her mouth and then they had fucked, right there in the pool."

  “What did you do?”

  “I watched and...”

  “Did you touch yourself?”

  I nodded again, blushing. "I could barely look them in the eye the next day."

  “And have you ever had…any experience with a woman?”

  “No," I said, forcing a laugh. “I'm not a lesbian.”

  “I'm not talking about being a lesbian. I'm talking about experimenting. Giving your body to someone who knows it like their own. Someone who understands your pleasure.” Her voice was intoxicatingly smooth. She leaned towards me, displaying the round curvature of her cleavage. Gazing down, as though hypnotized, I bit my lower lip.

  She brushed back my hair to expose my neck. “Weren't you ever curious?” she whispered the words on my skin. I felt chills go through my body. Down my body.

  “Do you want to know what I look like without my dress on?” she asked, standing up in front of me.

  My jaw fell open. I couldn't speak. The idea alone made me quiver. My mind said No, stop this now! I just nodded, unable to force the words out of my mouth. My heart pounded with a fiercely hot intensity. She slowly unbuttoned her dress. It fell open to reveal a purple laced bra and panties. Soft and almost translucent. Suddenly my mind had turned on me and it was urging me to reach forward and feel the soft lace.

  She took a step towards me. “May I take your blouse off?”

  I nodded again. As easily as she had removed her dress, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders.

  “You have nice breasts, Candice.”

  I reached up with one hand on her breast and touched it gently. It was just as she imagined it, soft and supple. And forbidden. Her nipples underneath my hand were hard. I wanted to feel them under my tongue.

  Jennifer reached back and unclasped her bra. I reached underneath the wire to touch her breast as she pulled it off. They were so soft. I could feel her hard nipples beneath my palms. I circled her nipple with my finger and gave it a soft pinch. She moaned, smiling. I could feel my own panties growing wet. She took my head in her hands and pulled me in towards her.

  I lightly licked her nipple and squeezed her other breast harder. Letting go of her breast, I dropped my hands down to my sides, arching my back slightly. I yearned to feel her hands on my body. She stepped in and put her hands on my shoulders, her large breasts in front of my face. Her fingers slipped underneath the straps of my bra and she pulled them down my arms. Leaning in, she reached around to unfasten the clasp, her deep, seductive scent surrounding me.

  The bra slid off my arms, and I was bare and exposed before her. Wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, she gently pulled my face towards hers, her soft lips slightly parted. The kiss was slow and sensual; her tongue gently massaged mine and was quickly gone again. Her other hand cupped my breast while her thumb caressed my nipple. Back and forth it went, exciting me more with each stroke. A light moan escaped my lips. Immediately I blushed, but she just looked at me smiling.

  Jennifer bent over and took my nipple in her mouth, grazing it with her teeth. I bit my lips to keep from moaning again. I could feel her hand travelling slowly underneath my skirt and u
p my thigh.

  “Do you want to know what a woman's touch is like?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Spread your legs for me and lie down.”

  I obeyed, helpless to do anything else. Her hands reached up and took my panties on either side and pulled them down and off my ankles. My skirt was around my waist, and she bent her head down towards my pussy.

  Her tongue lightly grazed the slight space between my lips. I shivered at the sensation, it had been so long since I felt it She breathed hot air onto my wet flesh. Cream seeped down my legs. Her hands reached up to rub my tits as her soft tongue finally made its way past my juicy lips. I moaned loudly, no longer caring if someone heard. She circled my nipples with her fingers while her tongue took long, slow licks of my clit. The spaces in between licks felt like eternity but only heightened the build up. I was shaking with the effort it took to not yell out. I had never felt so aroused, so wet. I knew that when I came it would be strong.

  Then she slipped two fingers into my pussy and started slowly massaging my spot. My hips moved with the caresses of her fingers inside me. I couldn't hold it inside anymore.

  “Oh yes, yes. Lick me...oh don't stop.” I cried, my fingers now entangled in her hair. I was deaf to my own cries as pleasure engulfed me. Her licks and strokes became faster as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. My whole body tensed as I was overcome by powerful convulsions of pleasure. Waves, beginning in my pussy, surged through my body as the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, rocked me. Finally my body relaxed as the contractions tapered off.

  Nurse Jennifer pulled her dress back on as she I caught my breath, lying half naked on the doctor's bench.

  She pulled a card from her pocket and handed it to me. “Here's my number. You know, just in case you want me to make a house call”. She winked at me. “I think you're going to be just fine Candice.” She left the room still buttoning her dress.

  Four Glasses In

  Catherine Patton stood alone at the top of the staircase, overlooking the large room. It was only eight o'clock, and she was already four glasses of champagne in. She watched scornfully as her husband talked to the daughter of one of the senior partners. Not being able to remember her name, Catherine had been calling her Ditzy for the past hour. Catherine burned holes in her face while Ditzy twirled her hair around her finger and rested the other hand in the cleft of her arm so that she could nonchalantly push her breasts higher.

  The girl was being so obvious. She had to admit that Ditzy was beautiful, but, taking that into consideration, she had no excuse to act so desperate for attention. Catherine rolled her eyes and took another sip of champagne.

  It's not that she was worried about Paul cheating; she knew that he didn't have it in him. She just couldn't stand the way he ogled her, the way he laughed at every attempt at humor she made, the way he obviously undressed her with his eyes. Nothing would come of it, but it still drove her crazy.

  When was the last time he acted like a hormonal teenager with me? She was still beautiful, still desirable. She saw the way the other men in the firm looked at her. Why didn't he? Was she too old for him now?

  “Mind if I join you?” came a deep voice from behind. She turned to see a young man standing behind her. He had dark eyes and the roguish good looks of someone born to wealth and arrogance.

  “Sure, but I'm afraid I'm not going to be very good company.”

  “We'll see about that," he said, his eyes daring her to argue. "What are you doing so far away from the party?” He took a step towards her.

  She tilted her head to the side. “I could ask you the same question.”

  “I like to watch people." He walked up to the banister and turned his attention to the crowd below. "How they talk, how they move, how they come together." He looked back at her. "You can learn a lot about people by watching how they interact.”

  She blushed under his intense stare. "So what do you think of them?" she asked, pointing with her champagne glass to where Paul and Ditzy stood, flirting.

  He watched them a moment and turned back to her, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know?"

  Catherine nodded.

  "Alright," he said with a shrug. He leaned against the railing, observing them again. "She wants him bad, that much is obvious. Look at the way she touches his arm and leans into him. She's really chomping at the bit. You see how she turns her bottom lip in and rolls her eyes? She does that when she's really horny."

  Catherine pulled back slightly. "And how do you know that?"

  "She's my ex-girlfriend."

  She nodded. Of course she is. "And him?"

  "He's not so obvious, but he wants her too. See how when he leans in, he turns to the side, like he's conflicted? Yeah, they are definitely into each other."

  Her stomach sank. She took another drink to calm its churning.

  "Look, now she's whispering something to him. She gives him a coy little eyebrow raise…"

  Clenching her champagne glass, Catherine watched as he described the scene below.

  "And there she goes, off to find a nice quiet little corner where they can fuck fast and furiously before his wife and her father notice that they're missing."

  Catherine watched, working her jaw back and forth. Would Paul follow? She felt the young man's eyes on her, but she couldn't look away from her husband.

  Paul shifted on his feet and tossed a look about the room, a wide grin on his face. Catherine leaned against the banister, digging her nails into the soft wood. Paul licked his lips and took two glasses from a passing tray, turned on his heel and made his way towards the door Ditzy had just left through.

  "Bastard," she whispered and downed the rest of her drink.

  The young stranger looked at her, playing with his long black tie. "Want to go catch him in the act?"

  “Sorry, but who are you again?”

  "He straightened up, leaning in a little too closely. "Johnathon Cartwell, at your serevice," he said, proudly.

  Shit! She cleared her throat. “I didn't realize I was talking to Frank Cartwell's son. Why haven't I seen you before?”

  “I was in college. I just graduated. So how about it? You want to go see what your husband and my ex-girlfriend are up to?"

  She pursed her lips together, thinking it over. Embarrassing them by catching them red-handed did have a certain appeal. As did divorcing the son of a bitch and nailing his ass to the wall. “I have a better idea. As often as I've been here, I've never seen the upstairs of the house before. Would you like to give me a tour?”

  He gave her a sly smirk. She was sure it crossed his face whenever he thought he got his way.

  “If you like. My dad's study is just down the hall.”

  “What about this door?" She asked, pointing to the door behind them. "Where does it lead?”

  “That's just the guest bedroom. It's nothing worth seeing.”

  “If it's all the same…”

  He shrugged and led her into the room. It was tastefully decorated but lacking in a way. Whoever had put it together just didn't have their heart in it. But it would do.

  She walked to the centre of the room. The door clicked shut, but music from the party below continued to pour in. She turned to face him. Her eyes fixed on his, she took a long, deep breath.

  She had confidence enough to match his. He stood and stared the way he did because he had always gotten what he wanted; he didn't know the meaning of no. She stood poised and confident because she was old enough to know the difference between a man and a boy.

  Tossing her hand bag on the chair behind her, she said, “Take off your clothes for me.”

  He gave her a look she read as Okay, I'll play along. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the doorknob. His shirt and pants, he let fall to the floor. He stood before her in a pair of loose boxers with a large peak in the centre.

  Her heart pounded as her eyes moved down his body, stopping at the bulge in his boxers and looking back at him meaningfully. He understo
od the look and pulled his boxers off as well. His dick was thick and cleanly shaven. She'd heard of men doing that nowadays. She licked her lips, wondering how he might taste.

  With both hands she pulled down the thin straps of her dress, over her shoulders, past the soft lace of her bra, to her stomach. She easily pushed it down across her hips. The light fabric made almost no sound as it fell to the floor. She knew how she looked and couldn't blame him for the lingering, drunken stare.

  “Lay down on the bed” she said. As he went to the bed, she picked up his tie from the floor. She joined him on the bed and crawled up, straddling him. One hand at a time, she tied him to the bed.

  “I…”

  She placed a finger over his lips. “Shhh, don't talk”. She could feel how thick and hard he was beneath her. It made her throb with anticipation. She unhooked her bra and slowly brought the straps down off her shoulders and discarded it on the floor. Her fingertips grazed the curvature of her breasts. She traced the outline of her nipples with her fingernails, the friction stiffening and elongating them. She lost herself in the moment, the deliciousness of exciting herself in front of this young stranger. He stared at her as she started massaged her breasts. She moved her hands in circles, squeezing her breasts as she rubbed herself against him and moaning softly. She rocked her hips back and forth on his cock. Taking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, she rolled them gently.

  “Oh, oh yes” she moaned, throwing her head back. She lightly pinched her long, hard nipples, feeling a surge of pleasure with each movement. She looked down at him. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes.

  Still grinding against him, she leaned over his head. “Suck them”. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it and biting gently. “That's so good. Suck harder,” she commanded, digging her fingertips into the soft flesh of his neck.

  She pushed him back down to the bed and crawled up so that she was straddling his face.

  He looked up at her, drunk with desire.

  Hooking one finger around her wet panties, she pulled them to the side to expose her cleanly shaven pussy. His tongue slipped between her lips. He licked her hungrily. “Slowly baby, lick me slowly.” He used his tongue to flick her clit a couple of times and then took long, slow licks.