The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection) by Aurora Cavender

 
     
    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