This story is just a figment of my imagination. It bears no resemblance to fact; it represents no real person that I know. The places and cities spoken of are not places I visit, live or know much about. I have visited them, but not for a long time.
I've wrestled with the correct category here. It fits in Loving Wives, erotic stories, mature, 1st time, and probably others. But, the central theme is arousal, so I have decided to put it in Erotic Stories. I hope you ultimately agree.
The innate ability to smell things others don't quite get, or before anyone else smells them has always been with me. It both blesses and curses me.
In a crowded elevator, stinky crotches, smelly feet bad breath, unwashed sweaty bodies and clothes always smell stronger to me than to others, I have found. If I am on an bus with a friend and I say, "Oh, did you smell her shitty underwear?", after we get off.
Invariably, my friend will deny smelling anything and think I am off my medication or something.
The ability to smell the aroma of love is the reward that I get for the punishment of putting up with all the nasty things people present in public. I can smell a woman's oestrus quickly and from some distance. It is so entertaining for me to go into a restaurant and walk around smelling the food mingled with differing women's scent. Most women know when they smell aroused, because they, themselves can smell it. It is so fun when they try to be covert and get away with it, unnoticed. Usually they do, but when I am around, they are my prey, though I never take advantage, I just find some way to acknowledge them with a silent, knowing smirk or a glance and a nod or wink.
I was at my next door neighbor's house when his athlete daughter, Karen, came in after her volleyball practice. She played for the local Junior College Volleyball team and was considered a star player. Good looking! Mmmmm that girl is a stunner. She wears; just past her shoulder light silky blonde hair, blonde eyebrows and eye lashes, and sky blue eyes, with tanned skin and she stands 5'9" tall, weighs about 125, has medium to small but firm breasts, a sculpted athlete's belly, butt and legs and a bright, sweet personality to boot. She was 19 and in her freshman year at Junior College right in our town. She's majoring in physical education and is studying to be a high school coach for girls' volleyball and basketball.
I've watched this luscious gem grow into a woman from a girl. I've been around her as she matured and was witness to her unusual scents as she went through her hormonal changes while becoming an adult.
I remember when Karen had her first date. Her dad and I were visiting in their home at 10 pm that night when she got home. The second she was in the door, I could smell her heightened arousal. Nothing had happened, but she was definitely turned on. She went up to her room, and soon I could smell that she was masturbating, the odor changed, intensified. After she was finished, she came down into the living room to sit with us and I looked at her with a knowing mused look. She looked at me and recognized that I knew what she'd been up to. Her eyes went to the floor and a flush came across her, I could immediately smell her again. She oozed off a scent of 'somebody, mate with me'.
As an athlete, Karen worked out a lot. Sometimes working out releases those pheromones into the air and a woman's arousal becomes more apparent just from her exertion. I don't know what it is, but just working out would turn Karen on. Her heightened odor would be so strong to mate sometimes, that I almost thought I should try it. But, I never did, I just kept my secret to myself and enjoyed her.
When she was a senior in High School, after she turned 18, her car had been in the shop and her folks were working at the times she needed a ride home after practice. So, for a week, they asked me to pick her up from school and get her home after practice. All that week I noticed subtle changes in her aroused aromas. I wondered if the stronger aromas had something to do with how hard the workout was, or if something else was stirring her up. I asked, "So how was practice tonight, Karen?"
"Oh, our coach was so sweet tonight. We've been working really hard and tonight he sat us down individually and critiqued our upcoming role with the team for this season. He pulled me aside and told me I'd be the team captain this year because I am a natural leader and he wants to see me blossom into a college level player, and thinks I can achieve that if I work hard." She said. "He's offered to spend extra time with me after practices working on special talents I have hoping to highlight them."
"Ah, I thought to myself. That is the reason for such strong sexual smell tonight. She is crushing on her coach and his complimentary, maybe flirty offer."
I've spent my life honing and perfecting my awareness, my sense of smell to a fine art. It gave me an advantage in situations oftentimes and so I kept it quiet, not mentioning it to people.
And that is how I caught my wife cheating on me.
Her smell gave her away to me, not just arousal, but the smell of a man on her, of his sperm, of his sweat, of his cologne, his breath on her skin. I could smell that she'd been with someone else this afternoon, and not too long before she'd come home.
Though I've always had this ability to smell an aroused woman, I never shared it with my wife. It gave me the edge of seduction when she was most open to it. She always thought I was just an exceptional lover, because I would do little things that elicited wafts of her approval to my nose and then lead her down that path to electric orgasms for her. I've been faithful to her during our entire courtship and marriage, though I had my fantasies, I never, ever touched.
I was so stunned when I came home after a normal day and was confronted by a strong aroused woman, scent. My woman! I knew it by now, it was no other woman's aroma, it was Heather's, and it was mixed with the scent of semen and a man's cologne, not mine. I was crushed as this information rushed into my awareness and what it meant. My lover, my friend, my partner, my pal had betrayed me just today for the first time after 7 years of faithfulness, helpfulness, loving kindness and all that wraps up in two committed lives entangling more and more every day on their journey to becoming one.
"So, Heather, what have you been up to this afternoon?" I asked, knowing, but hoping against hope.
"Oh, I just worked out at the club, I just got home ahead of you, I need to go up and take a shower, and then I'll start on dinner." She said matte- of-factly, selling her 'trying to act normal' act.
"I can smell that you do." I thought as my heart began to weep over her lie of omission. "Don't cook for me tonight; I'm off to a dinner appointment with a client from Seattle who is in town for a few days." I lied right back at her.
I was glad that I could keep it together, because I was devastated. I stumbled out of the house into the garage and got in my car. I headed away from the house, aimlessly, in thought. I didn't need a private eye, didn't need to catch her in the act, I did catch her ... she just did not know it.
I returned home late, after the lights were out and left early before she stirred. I wasn't ready to confront her yet. I hadn't made up my mind what to do; I needed a little time to think this through. There was no mistake; I smelled the smell of another man on her. Her arousal could be attributed to the workout, but it was heightened beyond just a workout, so I knew the mingling of scents was a bad sign.
I left her a message that I would be out of town, at company headquarters in Atlanta. They'd called me in to interview me for a promotion, but I did not tell her about the promotion.
I got home a week later, it was the most time I could possible delay. When I walked in the house, the unmistakable scent of male sperm, male pheromones, male sweat, and male cologne assaulted my senses. My wife was washed clean, but the house was lousy with the scent of yet another man, different from the one I smelled last week.
"Oh, honey, I missed you. You went to bed so late and up so early that night and then you left town for this past week without even telling me. Is something wrong?" She queried.
"Who are they, Heather?"
"What do you mean? Who are who?"
What has happened that you suddenly throw our plans, our lives, me, away?" I asked.
"Why are you talking like this, Bill? You've been gone for a week, let's have some make up love and reconnect, baby", she offered.
"Heather, have you had sex with someone other than me in the past 8 days?" I asked "Actually, more than one someone, at least two, maybe more."
She blanched. "No, I... , what could you mean?" she shakily replied. She had no idea how I could have come across this information, she'd been so careful, "we had hardly even had any contact with one another, and he couldn't possibly know anything yet." She reasoned silently.
"Ok, so you and I are exactly the same now as 9 days ago? No other men have been plowing with my heifer? No other hogs rutting in my garden?" I dared.
"Of course not, whatever would give you that idea, silly?" she answered. She was shivering and refused eye contact with me.
.... There is more of this story ...