Send in the Clown

By Alex Exley

Erin feels like her marriage has lost its spark. When a mix-up at her job as a performance clown lands her with a group of college guys who were expecting a stripper, she's tempted to do something she'd never imagined.

Word count: 13,600.

This story is also available in the collection of stories "Tales of Love & Lust" by Alex Exley.

Contains adult content and descriptions. Not intended for persons under age 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Exley
• Release date: Oct 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465992468

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Send in the Clown

by Alex Exley

Copyright © 2011 Alex Exley and Humburger Publishing, Inc.

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Names, characters, places, and events are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Also available by Alex Exley: Tales of Love & Lust, a collection of stories featuring over 56,000 words of exquisite erotica for only $2.99.

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Send in the Clown

Erin looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, feeling dejected. She hasn’t slept well the past few nights and has bags under her eyes. She rubs on a moisturizing cleanser, then brushes her teeth while the cleanser works its magic. She splashes water on her face and re-examines herself in the mirror—pretty much the same. Though she refuses to believe she’s no longer attractive.

She lifts off her shirt, unclasps her bra. She turns to the side to look at her profile. Her large breasts slope down like miniature ski jumps; the undersides form soft curves. There’s a slight droop, but nothing more than you’d expect from 34Ds. She places her hand palm up against the bottom of her breast. She raises her hand, lifting the supple breast, then quickly releases her hand and watches her breast fall back to its natural, teardrop shape.

She turned thirty-two last week. Sure, she thinks, she could afford to lose three or four pounds, but she’s tall, large-breasted—the few extra pounds are barely noticeable on her frame.

Erin, are you coming to bed? her husband Mark says, raising his voice so he’s heard through the closed bathroom door. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.

She opens the door and leans her head out. What the hell? I thought we were going to Newport tomorrow.

Mark is sitting up in bed, the covers pulled up to his stomach, his reading glasses on. He reads Sun Tzu’s The Art of War for Corporate Managers. I know, sorry. We’re busy at the office. They need me to come in—what can I say?

She shuts the door emphatically. Her dejection turns to irritation as she again faces the mirror. She isn’t irritated simply because he’s cancelled their plans for tomorrow. It’s been building for months, perhaps years. She still loves Mark—she wants to love him, more than anything in the world—but things have changed so much. She’s not sure what’s happening to them.

When was the last time they’d even had sex? Almost two weeks ago. And then it was probably because it was her birthday. It took no more than fifteen minutes and was more procedure than passion, which has become the standard.

She raises her arms over her head, her breasts rising in sync. She sways to the left, then the right, trying on a few sultry expressions. She brings her arms down and corrals her breasts between them, squeezing the pliant mounds together. She gives the air a provocative kiss, then laughs at herself, realizing how goofy she must look. You bet I’m still sexy, she thinks, as she clicks off the bathroom light and walks across the room to her side of the bed.

She walks slowly, watching Mark out of the corner of her eye to see if he looks at her. His eyes latch onto his book. She steps out of her jeans, her underwear. She doesn’t usually sleep nude, though she’s begun doing so more often. She gets under the covers and snuggles up to her