Prologue:
The following is obviously a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, which as always, I recommend reading the prior chapter first as an introduction. And as I mentioned before, this is my first fictional erotic story. Everyone depicted in it is purely fictitious, as well as the story line. All except for yours truly, which I took the liberty to use myself in an imaginary role as the lead character based on my own experiences and fantasies. And it's a long story with multiple parts in varying lengths, so please bear with it.
One final note; there's not much sex in this installment due to it being more of an introduction as to how the "uniqueness" of the wives club evolved.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.
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On Friday I made my way to Maureen's house, which is only a short walk, and made sure to bring my laptop along. It was a pleasant day, but a little warm and a prelude to what was expected to be a hot weekend. I arrived about a half hour before Carol and Louise were scheduled, and it was the first time Maureen and I saw each other since our day together on Monday. Although we did talk often on the phone and texted each other. She even sent me a photo of her fingering herself with a caption in bold text..."Thinking of You!!!!" With all the exclamation marks, it was easy to assume she took it just when she orgasmed.
No sooner did the front door close behind me we were kissing like long lost lesbian lovers. After about five minutes of intense and very sloppy kissing, which made me thankful neither of us had lipstick on..."If I didn't know better Maureen, I wouldn't think you were happy to see me."
She laughed..."I thought about nothing but you since Monday. And I'm willing to bet it was the same with you. If Carol and Louise weren't going to be here shortly, I'd be ripping your clothes off."
"And me yours."
"By the way, what's with the laptop?"
Just as I was going to tell her, the doorbell rang. It was Carol and Louise, who were early.
After we greeted one another and were all sitting in the kitchen with Carol and Louise on one side of a rectangular table opposite Maureen and I as though we were going to negotiate a treaty, Maureen thought to ask if we'd like some wine, or an iced coffee. I chose her delicious iced coffee since it was more like a frappuccino, while Carol and Loise opted for the wine.
We first chatted casually about things in general until finally after nearly an hour with Maureen anxiously, but discreetly looking at a clock on the wall, asked Carol what she wanted to discuss relative to our club that couldn't wait until the next get-together.
Carol answered nervously at first..."This is going to be difficult so I don't come across in the wrong way. Or you think badly of us." Then after she took a deep breath to settle down a little... "And when I say us, Louise and I had a long talk first, along with talking to two others who belong to the club. So in a way you could say I arrived at somewhat of a consensus relative to my idea, but obviously not with everyone. Not that I expect to, or everyone will agree to go along with it. But my main concern is obviously with you two."
At that point, I started noticing how Carol and Louise looked at each other occasionally. More so Louise, and in a very affectionate way. I didn't think anything of it except as admiration she had for Carol, but gradually it appeared to be more. And it also dawned on me that on the days both were in attendance at our socials, they always seemed to be together. Rarely were they far apart.
When Carol paused, Maureen asked..."Do you mind if I ask who the other two were?"
"I don't think it would hurt if you knew, it was Anne and Andrea."
"Thank you, and I'm sorry for interrupting. Please continue."
Still seeming a bit nervous..."I'll be glad to, but do you mind if I get myself some more wine first?"
"Let me get it for you." After which Maureen refilled her and Louise's glasses and got her and me another iced coffee.
Once she did, Carol continued, and a bit more confidently..."I think it's safe to say after our last get-together it was easy to surmise many of us have a less than robust sex life with our respective husbands, which would be understating it where it's all but non-existent for some. Unfortunately our husband's professions and careers have a lot to do with it due to the long hours, and for many, the all too frequent business trips. You could almost say for many of them their jobs are the other women in their lives. Mistresses even. Not that any of us are complaining due to the comfortable lifestyle it provides, but it has left many of us less than satisfied with the intimate side of our marriage. And it's somewhat exacerbated by the fact many of us are in the prime of our life as far as a need, or desire for sex. While it isn't uncommon for women our age, unfortunately it's usually the opposite for men. Compounding the problem is the fact none of us are getting any younger and don't expect the trend to reverse itself."
After Carol paused to take a sip of her wine..."Unexpectedly our regular get-togethers unexpectedly provided an escape valve in some ways with the open and frank discussion at the last one. And before I forget, I couldn't help but notice you two didn't participate in it much. Neither of you complained about your sex lives as most of the others did, so I'm assuming everything is good relative to it."
Since she seemed to be expecting a response, I answered before Maureen did..."It's a safe assumption Carol, but while things could always be better, it is safe to say we're content with things. As for our last get-together, prior to it, both Maureen and I could sense things weren't hunky dory at home for most, and were surprised it hadn't come up as a topic of discussion before. Since it hadn't, we figured it was just a case of no one feeling comfortable enough with each other until recently, or were too embarrassed to talk about it. That's until you broached the subject."
Maureen then spoke up..."All it took Carol, was for someone to speak up before the flood gates opened. After you did, our get-together turned into a forum worthy of the Jerry Springer Show the way everyone vented their dissatisfaction with things."
"Maybe in some ways I should have kept my mouth shut at the time. I'll blame it on one glass of wine too many, but in hindsight I'm glad I did as it did bring out in the open what is a common problem. If everyone didn't have to leave, we probably would have spent hours sharing our frustration once we got started. And no doubt at our next get-together it'll pick-up where we left off."
I couldn't help but say..."Maybe it's just me, but I'd be surprised if it did. I'm thinking it's a one time thing that after everyone had time to think about it, they'll be embarrassed for how they sounded off so openly."
"It might be the case for a few, but I doubt it for most everyone else. All it's going to take is for one of us to bring up the subject again and it'll turn into another bitch session. And since the next get-together is less than two weeks away, we'll soon find out."
After Maureen and I looked at each other, I couldn't help but ask..."If everyone is so unhappy with their sex lives, and can't resolve things at home, you'd think they'd take matters into their own hands. Like having an extra marital affair, or whatever else was necessary. Even getting a divorce if things can't be reconciled in an amicable way."