Lost Creek Wives’ Club Pt. 11



The following is obviously a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives’ Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I highly recommend reading the prior chapter first as an introduction. And as mentioned before, this is my first fictional erotic story. Everyone depicted in it is purely fictitious, as well as the story line except for yours truly, which I took the liberty to use myself in an imaginary role based on my own experiences and fantasies. And it’s a long story with multiple parts in varying lengths, so please bear with it.

As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.


Wisely Maureen prevented me from going down on her after she brought me to two incredible orgasms, as it wasn’t twenty minutes later when John arrived home. Thankfully by then we were saying our goodbyes in the kitchen as he walked in from the garage. After we chatted for about ten minutes, I finally headed home after what proved to be a very exhausting day in many ways.

With it being Friday, Jim and I went out for dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. As we were enjoying another excellent meal, he asked about my day and how our social went.

“It went very well, but they’re getting more interesting the more we have them. Mostly because everyone’s now comfortable with each other and feel they can talk more openly about personal things.” Then without going into a lot of detail I explained how many of the wives weren’t happy with their situations relative to their sex life at home.

After I did…”I’m just thankful it isn’t the case with us…or John and Maureen. Especially with me being insatiable as I have been from going through the change. I don’t know what I’d do in the same situation. Which reminds me, John asked when I thought the four of us could get together again.” Then I added jokingly…”Seems he can’t get enough of me either.”

“Very funny Lacey, not that I blame him, but what did you tell him?”

“I told him I’d talk to you about it.”

“If I wasn’t so burnt out, I’d say this weekend.”

“Listen to you…you make it sound like I’m the problem when you’re the one who came home nearly every day and couldn’t wait to have sex. Not that I’m complaining, but I was wondering when you’d need a break. What do you want me to tell them?”

“How about next weekend if they don’t have any other plans? Or the following weekend. As for this weekend, I could use a break.”

“I could too. Been two weeks since I gave the house a good cleaning. Plus I need to catch-up on my photography. Maybe I can get out for a few hours to photograph some birds. Been a while.”

“Me too as I’ve fallen way behind in the yard. Plus both cars need to be washed and detailed.”

With that said, the rest of the evening and weekend were uneventful as we concentrated on our respective chores. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to spend any time photographing birds. No sex to speak of either, and we both ended up falling asleep after dinner in front of the television. Probably one of the most boring weekends we had in months, but we did get a lot accomplished.


While having a cappuccino early Monday morning, Maureen called.

“Good morning sweetheart, and how was your weekend?”

“Good morning Maureen, and to put it simply…boring. But in a good way. We both caught-up on things we’ve been neglecting. How was yours?”

“About the same. So what’s on your agenda today?”

“I have to meet Julie for coffee.”

“That’s right. You did mention you were, and I forgot all about it. I guess that means I won’t see you today.”

“Afraid not, unless she cancels at the last minute, which I doubt. She seemed kind of excited about it when we made plans. Which reminds me, when are you and Carol planning to get together?”

“She’s supposed to call me today.”

“Hopefully it’ll be Thursday, the same day Louise will be visiting with me.”

“I’ll try to arrange it so it is. That way we’ll have at least three days for us. Before I forget, did you talk to Jim about when the four of us can get together again?”

“He said this coming weekend would be fine, or the following weekend. So it’s up to you to decide what works best for you two.”

“Probably the following weekend, but I’ll check with John. I’ve got another call coming in and I think it’s Carol, so I better go. Have fun today and be sure to call me tonight.”

After the call ended, it was time to get ready to meet with Julie at noon, and I took a nice leisurely shower first. After I put my make-up on it was time to decide what to wear. Since it was supposed to be a warm day, I decided to wear a sundress versus shorts and a simple top so as not to be too casually dressed. Plus I wanted to look my best for Julie. The minute I saw a blue on white floral sundress I recently Konya Escort bought, I decided to wear it since Julie once mentioned how good I looked in blue. It was a chiffon Bohemian style backless sundress about mid-calf in length. Since it was backless, I couldn’t wear a bra, which I’m sure whoever saw me besides Julie wouldn’t object. The only jewelry I wore was a simple heart shaped white gold pendant with matching earrings. Last but not least was a pair of Birkenstock sandals.

Once satisfied how I looked I headed for the Electric Percolator and arrived ten minutes early. Soon as I walked in I saw Julie sitting at one of the booths along one wall of what is a fairly large coffee shop. As expected, it had a sizable crowd with it being lunch time, although the only thing they serve besides coffee based beverages is assorted pastries.

Soon as she saw me, she stood to greet me and looked fabulous in a silk strapless handkerchief style sundress in a colorful patchwork pattern. Like me, she wasn’t wearing a bra, but it wasn’t very noticeable due to the “scrunch” top. But what really caught my eye were her creamy bare shoulders. While there’s always something attractive about a woman’s bare shoulders, Julie’s begged to be touched as her skin had an alluring sheen to it as though she spent hours rubbing lotion into it.

As for the length of the sundress, it was slightly below the knees. She wasn’t wearing any jewelry except for simple pearl stud earrings, as for footwear, she also had on a pair of Birkenstock sandals. Being the first time I ever saw Julie’s feet, I was pleasantly surprised how pretty they were, and with a bright red nail polish. Plus her make-up was beautifully done, and once again I was impressed with how different she looked compared to the past.

After we greeted each other with a big hug and kiss on the cheeks, and soon as we sat down, one of the baristas came over to take our order.

“I’m so glad we could get together, Lacey. I thought about nothing but over the weekend. And you look fabulous in your pretty sundress. Blue is definitely your color. Unfortunately the sundress doesn’t look familiar. Don’t tell me you’re buying your clothes somewhere else on me?”

“Sorry to say, but I bought this online at Etsy. Just loved it when I saw it and couldn’t resist buying it. But I promise not to make it a habit. You look good too, and I’m still amazed at the ‘new’ you. I thought you looked nice on Friday, but you look even nicer today.” She actually looked fabulous.

“You’re beginning to make my head swell…although my ego thanks you for it. Now I need you to tell me about yourself since I know so little about you in spite of how long we’ve known each other.”

Just then the barista brought us our cappuccinos. After she left…”Not much to tell other than I’m married to a wonderful man. Have been for thirty years. We have two grown daughters, both who are married with children and live on the coasts. One in Washington state, the other in our home state of Massachusetts. Three young grandchildren, all boys.”

I always wondered about your cute accent. I should have realized you were from Boston by the fact you rarely pronounce the letter ‘R’, or you use it where you shouldn’t. Say fork for me.”

She made me laugh…”I know what you’re after Julie, and I’m not going to humor you. I know very well what it sounds like when I do as I’ve gotten my fair share of strange looks because of it.”

“At least say Harvard or aunt for me.”

After I groaned…”Havad and arnt. I hope you’re happy?”

“Yes I am, and I love your accent. I even find it sexy and can only imagine how much sexier it must get after you have a few drinks.”

“I can honestly say, it’s the first time anyone ever told me it’s sexy. Now please tell me a little about yourself.”

“I was married, but now I’m officially a divorcee.” Which explained why she didn’t wear a wedding band, and made me thankful I didn’t ask her what her husband thought about the “new” her when I noticed it before. “I was for nearly thirty years prior to the divorce. I have two grown sons, who are married and both live out of state, but still here in the Midwest. No grandkids, at least not yet.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what prompted the divorce?”

“No I don’t, and it was the typical reason for a married couple our age. Middle-aged man becomes bored with his middle-aged wife and falls in love with someone younger.”

“Sounds like an all too common scenario, and I feel sad for you.” Which I did. In spite of obviously never having been in the same situation, I could appreciate how hurt and humiliated she must have been when her husband left her for someone younger.

“No need to, as the worst of it is ancient history. Except what I could have done differently. As for the divorce itself, it was amicable in that we split everything evenly since I wasn’t about to fight the inevitable. All except for my boutique, which I thankfully kept and it helped me from getting too depressed. Konya Escort Bayan What I went through after the divorce was bad enough, and without my business I probably would have become hopelessly so. Except for it, I pretty much let myself go. I simply gave up, or cared about how I looked or dressed. The only thing I’m thankful for is I didn’t go on an eating binge like some people do. I’d hate to think of what I’d look like if I did. But that was then, and now there is the ‘new’ me thanks to you.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m sure there must be another reason. Like someone new in your life?”

She chuckled at first…”I’m afraid not. After the divorce, I didn’t want anything to do with men. Still don’t. Don’t know if I ever will in spite of how hard it’s been relative to certain things. But except for my business, which I stay totally immersed in, I’m beginning to feel life is passing me by.”

It was easy to surmise what she meant by “certain things”, but I didn’t feel it was a good time to discuss it. I didn’t want to make it more difficult for her than it already seemed to be telling me about her divorce by getting into the unintended consequences from it.

“All I can say is with the ‘new’ you, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding another man.”

After she reached over and put her hand on mine…”I’m still not there yet, but enough about me. Do you work? If not, what do you do to keep yourself busy now that your daughters are long gone?”

While she kept her hand on mine as she gently rubbed it…”I don’t work, although I did for a while after we married and first settled here. School teacher, which in spite of getting an education to be one, I didn’t enjoy it much. After I had our first daughter I decided to become a now looked down upon stay at home mother to raise both girls since my husband could easily provide for us to live comfortably. I even home-schooled our two daughters who went on to college on academic scholarships, which is where they met their husbands. After the youngest went off to college, I took up photography, which I became interested in since it was a hobby of my husband. It’s pretty much what I do now when not doing other things.”

“Did you do it professionally?”

“Not in the true sense of the word, although I did do a few weddings and family portraits for a while, which I did the latter at home versus opening a studio. Eventually I became bored with it as I found it not to be very inspirational, nor did you have to be very creative. If you’ve seen one family portrait, you’ve seen them all. But you can make a decent living at it along with weddings if you want to make a career of it. Now it’s mostly for personal satisfaction; wildlife, mainly birds, calendars which I sell online along with a few prints, some boudoir or glamour photography, but only by request and word of mouth as it’s not something I advertise even though I’m passionate about it. As for photography in general, I treat it as a way to keep myself energized mentally and my creative juices flowing. Unfortunately it’s not something you can do when you feel like it and stay good at it, and as much as I enjoy it, I’ve been neglecting it lately.”

“I find the glamour photography interesting, which I assume means you photograph women in lingerie, or even nude?”

“Yes, and usually a combination of both.”

“What do you do with the photos?”

“I create albums and/or DVD’s for whoever I photograph to use as gifts for their significant other or husband. A 25th wedding anniversary present would be a good example. Another reason is to rejuvenate their husband’s interest in them, and their sex life. You’d be surprised how many women do it for that reason.”

“A shame I didn’t think of something like it when my ex-husband was becoming bored with me.” Which made me realize she still felt somewhat guilty for her failed marriage.

“While it’s probably the last thing you want to hear, it might have helped since it seemed to for some of the women. But many women simply do it for the fun of it, or because they’re curious about how they’d look in glamour photos. Whatever the reason, I enjoy it immensely since I find it rewarding helping other women feel good about themselves. Some for the first time in a long while. But unfortunately, as with wildlife photography, I haven’t been doing much of it lately.”

“Maybe it would help me feel good about myself.”

“All you need to feel good about yourself is to take a hard look in the mirror Julie. I promise you’ll be very pleased with what you see.”

“Once again, you’re being kind just for my benefit Lacey.”

Since her hand was still on mine, I raised it to my mouth before giving it a kiss. After which I looked her in the eyes…”You need to understand Julie, I’m not praising how attractive you are just to be kind, or to massage your ego. For some reason you don’t seem to realize it, and while you may have not noticed, there isn’t a man in here who hasn’t given you an admiring look. You’d be a dream Escort Konya come true for many of them, including some of the women. Like it or not, you’re a very desirable woman. I find you desirable myself.”

I don’t know how the last remark escaped my mouth, but it did before I quickly added…”Which I hope doesn’t offend you. If so, I apologize.”

For the longest minute, which felt like an hour, she just looked at me while holding my hand very affectionately as she tried to comprehend what I just blurted out. Just as she was about to say something our barista was looming over us. Without thinking, we quickly released each other’s hand. The last thing we wanted was for her to wonder what two middle-aged women were doing holding hands like two love-birds. We both even blushed.

Obviously we reacted too slowly, but it didn’t seem to phase her. Quite the contrary, as she smiled in a knowing way before saying…”Sorry if I’m intruding, and there’s no need to be embarrassed, but I was wondering if you two wanted anything else?”

Since it seemed like we were going to be there a while, we ordered iced frappuccinos. As soon as she left to get our order I took advantage of the untimely intrusion to change the subject and spare Julie from having to respond to my candid slip of the tongue…”If you don’t mind me asking, do you live here locally? And in case you’re wondering, I live in the Lost Creek subdivision just outside town if you’re familiar with it.”

“Yes I am. It’s a beautiful subdivision with a great location and some of my other customers live there. As for me, I live not very far from here. The Oakridge complex. After we sold the house and split the proceeds I bought a townhouse there. I was one of the first to do so. Kind of a hassle living there until the development was completed, but now I love it.”

“I’m familiar with it, but have never been through it. It’s a gated community if I remember right. Not very big and kind of exclusive.”

“No it isn’t big, maybe a hundred units along with a recreation center and pool. It also has a nice exercise facility, which I’m now using. It’s adults only, but while children aren’t allowed it’s not a strict 55 and older type community so there are some younger people living there. But the majority of residents are our age. Mostly married couples, or people living together, while there are a few singles like me. Would you like to see my place? I’d love to show it to you.”


“Now would be as good a time as any, unless you have something else to do.”

“No I don’t, and since it’s close, we have plenty of time before I need to be home.”

After I paid the check, along with a generous tip for our cute and very understanding barista, we grabbed our frappuccinos and left. I followed Julie for about three miles and soon as we entered her complex through the security gate she pulled into one of the first units and parked in the garage while I parked in her short driveway.

We entered her townhouse through the garage into the kitchen and soon as the door closed behind me, she took my unfinished frappuccino and placed it on the counter with hers before facing me. As in front of the bakery, she took a hold of my face, but with two hands. As she cradled it in her palms she looked at me as if debating her next move before she tilted her head slightly and kissed me. But unlike at the bakery, it was a long kiss.

She kissed me cautiously at first, but as soon as she realized I was welcoming it, she became more eager. Quickly it evolved into a passionate kiss and she moaned softly as it did. Same as you would when someone first puts their mouth on your pussy.

I reacted to her moaning by putting my arms around her best I could with her still holding my face before I slipped my tongue between her slightly parted lips and explored the inside of her mouth. Pussy juice flowed out of me like a faucet from how incredibly soft and luscious her lips felt, and how delicious her mouth tasted. When I finally withdrew my tongue, hers followed it into mine and before I knew it we were taking turns sucking each other’s tongues.

After what could only be described as a marathon kiss worthy of the Guinness Book of World Records, we reluctantly stopped to catch our breath. Soon as we did, Julie put her arms around my neck…”It’s the first time I ever initiated a kiss like that with anyone and I probably should have paid you the courtesy of asking first.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, as it was an amazing impromptu kiss. But the question is, what do you do for an encore?”

“It’s where I’m hoping you’ll be of some help as I left one important thing out. It’s the first time I ever kissed another woman like that.”

“You could have fooled me.” Which it did, and very much so. “But knowing it is, are you sure you want to go any further? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, as it’s a big leap forward. Not that I don’t want to. I’d like nothing more.”

“Yes I’m sure, it’s all I’ve thought about lately.”

Talk about being caught between a rock and hard place. The way we kissed had me hotter than a black leather car seat in the sun, and here I was procrastinating about an obvious invitation to make love to her. I couldn’t believe how close I was to telling her she needed to think about it more.

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