Carrie: Hotwife in Training

By Ethan McCaffrey

Brad and Carrie are an ordinary Midwestern couple whose marriage has settled into a boring normalcy. They try to spice up their time in the bedroom, but nothing seems to be working.

Carrie takes a business trip that includes her falling off of the fidelity wagon. She confesses her sins to Brad, but instead of becoming enraged, he becomes aroused.

This discovery hurls their relationship into exciting and unexpected directions. Will their marriage survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ethan McCaffrey
• Release date: Nov 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005062859

Ethan McCaffrey

Ethan McCaffrey writes erotic fiction with a unique perspective - he is a hopeless romantic who spins stories of confusion, longing, and loss. There are no sociopaths in his stories, just regular people who have secret pain and sorrow. These people meet and help each other heal from their pain and make their futures brighter. There's plenty of hot action as well, in service of the discovery of feelings reborn and lives redeemed.

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Introduction

I sat on the edge of the couch, staring into the flickering screen of my cell phone. He’s probably fucking her right now… I said, to no one in particular.

I didn’t know who he was - a handsome stranger in a hotel room. I had allowed Carrie to go…encouraged her to go…for my own selfish purposes. My selfishness now gave way to my insecurity…what if she likes it…

I dropped the phone as I reached for the bottle of Jameson on the coffee table. I downed the remainder of the bottle in one gulp – about two shots’ worth of tan fire water. I did not drink in celebration. I drank in shame – and fear.

As I recovered from the assault of the Irish hooch, I looked over at Lady, our spaniel, curled up on the couch next to me. What have I done, Lady?!? She opened her left eye because I said her name, but immediately settled back to sleep. Of course, this was a rhetorical question, especially when asking a dog.

I fell over onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table. I repeated the question as I passed out in an alcoholic haze – What have I done? What have I done…?

Brad Tomovich

Ihad no idea that this was the last day of life as I knew it. I was going to be a few minutes late getting home tonight, so I sent a text message to Carrie just before I left the office. Being thoughtful to my lovely wife was second nature to me.

No prob, hun, Carrie responded. I won’t start dinner until you get home.

I cleaned up my desk and strode toward the door, the end of another uneventful day. My civil engineering firm provides many of the public structures that the population of Columbus, Ohio use every day. The company has been in business for over 100 years and has a sterling reputation in the community. I’ve worked for the company for nine years, joining after my admittedly pedestrian college career at Ohio State University. I’m quite happy here, and my bosses like me as well. I look forward to having a long, secure career in building design.

I’ve been married to Carrie for over seven years now. We have settled into a comfortable life here and I always look forward to coming home to her every night. She is a tremendously beautiful woman and gets prettier to me every day. Her career in marketing keeps her busy, but she always has time for me, and I can tell that she loves me almost as much as I love her.

My only real complaint in our relationship is that the frequency and passion in the bedroom has tailed off over the last couple of years. I’ve been trying different things with her to rekindle the spark, but nothing has been working. We don’t have the problem that a lot of couples have – we talk about it all the time in a non-confrontational way. I can tell she is disappointed as well, but we’re no closer to a resolution. I spent a lot of time thinking about this while commuting back and forth to my job, and the more I think about it, the sadder I get.

I pulled up to our nice suburban condominium and parked in the driveway. I noticed that our little patch of lawn needed mowing again and mentally put that on my to-do list for the weekend. I walked into the condo through the front door and saw Carrie in the living room, nursing a glass of wine. She rose to greet me.

Hey, hun, how was your day? she asked as she kissed me.

Another day in paradise, I replied, jokingly. She laughed quietly. It’s an old joke, and I’m sure she laughs just to be polite.

How was your day, babe?

Not too great, I’m afraid, she said as we sat down. We had a meeting with the big shots this morning where they told us that the company may be sold soon to a huge conglomerate. I know we’ve been struggling as a company recently, but I didn’t know it was this bad until now. I’m afraid I might lose my job, or we might have to face a decision to move.

Man, that sucks, I said. I let her continue.

I’m not in love with this job, but it’s been so long since I looked for work that I’m scared of it. And I like our life here, so I don’t want to think about possibly moving or asking you to move with me.

"Let’s not spend too much time on what might happen, I said. One step at a time."

I know, honey, but it’s just so frustrating, she said as she began to weep quietly. I drew her close to me and held her as she got the emotions out of her system. I knew that if I said anything, I would risk making her more emotional, so I just held her in support. I knew it would be stupid asking her to fix dinner in her state, so I started to think about take-out options.

Carrie Tomovich

I had been stewing about the meeting since it happened this morning. There were so many thoughts going through my head…Would I need to look for a new job? Would I get to stay on here? Would I be offered a position in a new city? What would Brad think about all of this? I became more distressed as more questions swirled in my head.

I’m sure I looked like a wreck when Brad came home. I love him so much – he let me get my emotions out in the open and gave me the proper perspective to move forward. I especially loved his suggestion of getting take-out for dinner. He let me choose the kind of food (Chinese) and went to get it after we called in our order. I was able to calm down before he got back, and we had a nice intimate dinner together. He even lit a couple of candles to set a nice mood.

I had three glasses of wine by the time that dinner was finished because I was so upset, so I was feeling no pain. When we were done eating, Brad rose from the table and danced with me to non-existent music. We stared into each other’s eyes as we made our own beat. I loved how he always knew how to make me feel better with silly little things like that.

He led me into the bedroom after a short while so we could cuddle and relax for the evening. We took turns in the bathroom changing into comfortable clothes. I was feeling so much love for Brad that I slipped on some nice lingerie under my sweats.

I turned on a Netflix movie and we settled into bed. We watched a few minutes of the movie before starting to make out like a couple of kids while their parents were away. His lips were always so soft, and his athletic body was always nice to get close to. We quickly became more enthusiastic with our explorations, and as Brad moved his hands underneath my sweatshirt, he stopped with a smile. I smiled back in the most seductive way I knew how, acknowledging that he had found my lingerie. He took no additional time in stripping my comfy clothes off me to expose me to the air.

I took my turn, stripping his clothes off to reveal that he made no such underwear preparations ahead of time. His nicely shaped cock stood out from his body in readiness. Brad just smiled and moved in to caress my torso with his hands and lips. He stopped short of giving me oral pleasure, mounting me in the missionary position instead. My pussy was not ready for penetration since there was not a lot of foreplay, so I let out a whimper when Brad inserted his cock. I tried to get as much pleasure as I could from his thrusts, but it was more effort than I thought I should have done.

Brad came after a couple of minutes of missionary sex between us. I wasn’t anywhere close to climax and I’m sorry to report that this was a regular occurrence. We were wild for each other when we dated and for the first few years of our marriage, but for the last few years, sex had been very disappointing. Thank goodness I have those two toys in the dresser to get me off when Brad’s not around…

Brad

We made love after finishing a very nice dinner. It was nothing special, like most of our lovemaking sessions lately. During one session a few months ago, I had hurt her a little because I was too enthusiastic. We had become almost mechanical in our intimacy after that because I really didn’t want to hurt her again, so I’d pulled back in my performance since then.

When we were done, we laid next to each other, staring at the ceiling even though we had a movie running on the television. We said nothing to each other. I really wanted to do more, but I was afraid to. I know she wanted me to do more and didn’t really understand why I wouldn’t. I bet she thinks she’s inadequate in some way, even though I continually reassure her that she hasn’t lost a thing.

Brad, you know I love you, right? Carrie said after several moments of awkwardness.

Of course – almost as much as I love you, I replied.

Carrie rose to look at me, balancing herself on an elbow. Why do we have so much trouble making love to each other?

There was no trace of the frustration she was obviously feeling – just a sincere desire to explore.

I’ve told you before, hun. I’ve been really afraid of hurting you after that one time where I did.

We’ve been over this many times, Brad, she replied. I don’t blame you for that – it just happened. I trust you as I always have. I know you didn’t mean it. I wish you could get past it.

It’s hard, babe, but I keep trying.

Carrie swung her arm over my chest and rested her head there.

We talked to the doctor, and he told us that the vaginal tear wasn’t that bad, and that what we really needed to do is make sure that I’m lubed up before we start. I really don’t like using lube from a bottle, so we have to take our time and get my natural juices flowing.

I know… I said softly. This wasn’t a topic that I enjoyed talking about.

It seems like you’re always in a hurry to finish when we’re together, she continued. Are you getting tired of me?

No, it’s not that, I said. I really don’t know what it is. I’m sorry I’m not in the mood very often…

I think maybe we should talk to someone about it, she offered. I don’t want to lose what we have.

I just continued staring at the ceiling without responding. I have a hard-enough time talking to the woman I love about it, never mind a complete stranger, no matter how professional. However, she was right – this could end our relationship.

Maybe you’re right, I said finally. But how do we find someone that we’ll both like?

I’ll talk to my HR department about it, Carrie replied. I’m sure they can come up with a name or two, and we can interview them ahead of time so that we’re both comfortable before we start anything intense.

It won’t be cheap, I’m sure, but I’ll do it for you, babe, I said after another pause.

"For us, Brad," she responded. She hugged me closer and kissed my chest. With that, we turned off the television and drifted off to sleep.

Barbara

Carrie

Iwas so glad that Brad agreed to talk to someone about our intimacy issues. Neither one of us were equipped to talk in an earnest fashion without getting emotional, so I thought that a neutral third party would be a lot of help. I know he hated talking about my vaginal tear, but it had really become an issue with us, so it needed to be addressed.

I met with Dr. Barbara Robinson, a psychologist and marriage counselor that my company recommended. I checked her references on her clinic’s website, and she appeared to be someone we both could talk to.

Hi, Carrie, I’m Barbara, she said as she extended her hand in greeting. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Hello, Barbara. It’s great to meet you as well. Where should I sit?

You can sit wherever you are comfortable, Carrie, Barbara said. I sat on her couch after grabbing a bottle of water that was on the credenza.

Barbara started our conversation. Tell me a little bit about why you are here.

Well, my husband, Brad, and I have been married for a little over seven years. We have been pretty happy for the most part. There is something, though…

Don’t worry, Carrie, Barbara interjected. I think I know what you’re going to say. It’s what I do for a living.

OK…I’m here to talk about our sex life, Carrie responded sheepishly. The first couple of years were fantastic between us, but I guess, like all couples, the fire has been dying down recently.

Why do you say, ‘like all couples,’ Carrie?

I assume that the ‘honeymoon’ dies down for just about everyone, I replied. Am I wrong about that?

Yes and no, Barbara said. It happens to a lot of couples over time, but those couples also don’t realize that they have to keep stoking that fire – it doesn’t burn forever without new fuel. The couples that keep their fire burning strong work with each other to keep things fresh and exciting, trying new things in different environments. Also, they communicate with each other.

I think that’s what has happened to us, I responded, except for the communication. We talk about it all the time. What you say makes a lot of sense.

That gives us something to work on, Barbara said. I nodded in agreement.

Is there anything else that has happened that might have cooled the two of you off? Barbara asked.

Yes, there is, I replied. Several months ago, we were making love and Brad became a little too ‘enthusiastic.’ I used my hands to make air quotes to emphasize my statement. As a result, I suffered a vaginal tear that was bad enough that I had to see my gynecologist. I healed in a couple of weeks, but every time we have made love since, Brad has been very gentle and quick with me, getting his rocks off but not caring if I do.

How does that make you feel?

It’s been very frustrating, I said. He always says that he’s afraid of hurting me again, but, as a consequence, he really doesn’t do anything for me. We’ve talked about it several times, but his behavior hasn’t changed. I’ve had to buy a couple of toys so I can get pleasure. It kills me.

His behavior is based in love, Carrie, Barbara said. What he doesn’t realize deep down is that his concern for injuring you has made him so afraid that he’s completely self-conscious about his performance. He will get past this eventually. The question is: do you have the patience to wait for him to work it out?

You know, the fact that I suggested that we see a counselor might mean that I am running out of patience, I said.

I think it means exactly that, Barbara replied. You don’t want to lose what you have, but you also can’t wait forever.

At that moment, I felt that Barbara could really help us sort all of this out.

Brad

Carrie told me about her meeting with Dr. Robinson over dinner. She was impressed with the doctor’s manner and knowledge, and she thought that Barbara could help us. I listened to her describing her session but told her that I didn’t want to know any details about what they talked about. I didn’t want anything coloring my meeting with the doctor.

I met with Dr. Robinson a few days later. She had a very nice office that looked comfortable and inviting. I was nervous about doing this, and I hoped Carrie was right about the doctor’s methods.

Hello, Brad, it’s great to meet you. I’m Barbara, she said while extending her hand in greeting.

I shook her hand. Hi. Don’t you want me to call you ‘Dr. Robinson’?

You may call me anything you want. I like Barbara.

OK, Barbara. I will warn you that I might use both. I’m a little nervous about all of this. She smiled.

Can you tell me why you’re nervous? Barbara asked.

I guess I’m kind of ashamed to be here, talking with a stranger about my marriage. I have difficulty talking to Carrie about it. I feel like I’ve failed or something.

Your feelings are completely understandable, she said, as she invited me to sit on the couch. I want to let you know that I don’t sit in judgement of anyone. I know that it’s hard to open up to a stranger, but one of my goals is to become a friend. I’m happy to go as fast or as slow as you want to.

I appreciate that, Barbara, I replied. I’ll do the best I can.

That’s fine, Brad. Now, tell me a little bit about why you are here, other than Carrie asked you to be.

I really love Carrie, Barbara, I started. She’s the most wonderful partner a guy could have, and I know she loves me almost as much. Barbara smiled at that characterization. I know we have had trouble in bed recently, and it kills me that I can’t perform for her.

Why do you say that, Brad?

Several months ago, we were making love and I pushed too hard because I was feeling so good, I continued. When we were finished, I looked down at Carrie and she was bleeding from her vagina. It completely freaked me out that I did that to her. She went to the doctor and got better after a couple of weeks, but, after that, I have been so afraid of doing that to her again that I’ve been avoiding sex and going very quickly when we do get together. I just really don’t want to hurt her again. I began to cry.

Barbara pushed a box of tissues toward me. It was a nice touch, but I felt even worse about crying in front of her. She let me cry until I composed myself.

Brad, I can tell that this event was a trauma for you, she said. Did you talk to her doctor about what happened?

No, I couldn’t

Did Carrie tell you anything that the doctor said?

No, not really, I said.

I can tell that you love Carrie by the way you reacted to the event, she said. You just need some information about how a woman’s body works to help you get past this trauma. I apologize in advance if you know this already. I’m going to have to get a little graphic with you to explain. Is that OK?

I’ll stop you if it’s too much, I replied.

OK, that works. It sounds like Carrie suffered a tear to her vaginal wall during your lovemaking session. Ninety-nine percent of the time, this occurs because the woman’s vagina is not properly lubricated before she is entered. Contrary to the belief of a lot of guys, we don’t walk around all day ready to have sex at a moment’s notice.

I laughed at that. Carrie was right – Barbara had a great manner to her, and I started relaxing while listening to her.

She continued. In the absence of a bottle of lube, it takes time for a woman to lubricate naturally so that she can comfortably accept a man’s penis. That’s why we are usually so demanding for foreplay.

That makes sense, I said. I didn’t really look at foreplay that way, and I don’t do it much anymore.

Most guys don’t. I’m guessing that you did it a lot earlier in your relationship.

Yes, I used to love it, I said.

And that’s probably one reason that Carrie fell in love with you. We tend to treat guys who care about foreplay like gold. I nodded, realizing that I had a lot to do with what has happened in our bedroom.

Anyway, I suspect that the incident occurred because she wasn’t ready to accept your enthusiasm. All I could do was nod and stare at my shoes, head in hands.

"There’s a way that you can fix this, Brad, and it’s easy. All you do is make sure that she’s wet before you approach her with your penis. She loves you, so her response shouldn’t be hard to produce. Take the time to