The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection) (2 page)

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 to
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.”

“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 up 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.