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

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.