My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 2 of 16
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Carlos was a shy, fearful virgin when he enrolled in college. Then he met an older woman who made him a man. She also gave him some good advice: instead of looking for romance with clueless girls his age, seek out married women in sexless marriages. His horny housewife harem taught him the ways of erotic love.
All 16 chapters of this tale have been written and will be posted just as quickly as the good folks at Literotica can review them. Here in Part 2, Carlos learns how to seduce women who'll be part of his harem.
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Maria belonged to a fancy gym out in the suburbs. One day she announced that we were going there to work out together, and she bought me some expensive athletic gear. By this time I'd been exercising long enough that my body looked good in tight workout clothes. "We want you to wear outfits that let women see how buff you are," Maria said.
She claimed that she was going to give me some lessons in finding married women who'd like to have sex with me. This seemed pretty far-fetched, but I saw no reason not to cooperate.
"Let me explain what you're going to do, Carlos," Maria said. "There are a lot of husbands who are like the loser I married. They are so bad at sex that their wives get more desperate as the years go by. So what do we wives do?
"We bitch about it to our girlfriends. We get drunk together at lunchtime. We go to therapists and complain about our problems. Therapists hear from women like us all the time. All. The. Time.
"Therapists tell us ways to cope with stress, anxiety, and depression. They teach us about different types of meditation. Yoga. Running. Exercise classes.
"Of all the things that help women like me cope with life in a sexless marriage, exercise is best. It provides much-needed stress relief and gives us an outlet for our pent-up frustration. Plus, being married to a man who doesn't appreciate us is demoralizing. Being fit makes us feel better when we look in the mirror.
"Carlos, the gym where I exercise is full of women like me. Most of them have kids, so they head to the gym after sending their children to school, and then make sure they're home when the kids return. What you need to do is go to a fancy, upscale gym sometime between mid-morning and mid-afternoon. That's when the horny housewives are there."
She bought me a membership and took me there a few times. "The best places to look are the exercise classes. It doesn't matter if it's yoga, aerobics, or dance. Very few men go to those classes, so you'll be one of the only males in a class full of lonely bitches.
"Look for the ones who are especially buff. They get that way because they are so horny they work out obsessively. Make sure they've got big, flashy wedding rings; that means they are married to rich guys. They have to stay in a sexless marriage because the alternative is to give up an affluent lifestyle.
"Try to strike up conversations after class. You'll be able to figure out quickly if a woman is open to the idea of having sex with a younger man."
This whole plan seemed pretty unlikely, but I was happy to try. "What am I supposed to talk about?" I asked. "I have nothing in common with horny housewives in their 30s."
"It doesn't matter. Just let them know you're interested in them. It's best if you don't talk much. Spend most of your time listening. I recommend that you approach a woman and ask what she does to stay in such great shape. These women don't get enough praise from their husbands, so they'll be thrilled to hear some from you."
No one was more surprised than me when this advice worked.
The first time I went to Maria's gym, I attended a yoga class with 18 women and only one guy: me. There were lots of different kinds of women there, including plenty of older ladies who didn't interest me. I got the feeling they were simply interested in fitness, not relieving the stress of a sexless marriage. But there were three very fit married women in their 30s, so I spent some time checking out their sexy bodies.
That was part of the advice I got from Maria. "
Women love it when men admire their bodies,"
she told me. "
Their husbands never look at them anymore, so they enjoy it when strangers notice their trim, buff physiques. Be bold. Look them up and down, then make eye contact. That should get their imaginations going."
One of the women smiled when she caught me looking at her ass. It was an especially nice, tight butt that must have been the result of endless hours of exercise. She wore very revealing exercise clothes, which was something Maria said I should look for.
"When women want to be noticed, they'll invest in sexy athletic gear. Sheer yoga pants. Leggings. Sports bras. Stay away from women who wear loose T-shirts and baggy shorts. The ones in sexy gear want attention. Give it to them."
I felt pretty awkward approaching the three women who seemed like good candidates. "How long will I need to do yoga before I'm in the kind of condition you're in now?" I asked them. All three of the ladies responded politely, but two of them answered in a way that conveyed the idea that they weren't interested in attention from a guy half their age.
However, one woman - a very attractive blond named Lucy - gave me a big smile and said she'd been doing yoga for three years.
"I felt benefits almost immediately," Lucy said. "And not just physically. I feel a lot calmer after a class. More relaxed. The feeling lasts for hours." It was remarkably easy to keep the conversation going. After a few more classes, Lucy and I seemed to be yoga buddies.
I asked Maria how to take it to the next level.
"There's a coffee shop next door to the gym. Invite her to have coffee after class," she said. "Tell her you want to talk more about her fitness routine. She'll know that's bullshit, but she'll accept anyway. She'll like the idea of being alone with an attentive young man, and she'll fool herself into thinking it's 'just coffee' and not really a date. It's such an innocent thing she'll be able to pretend she isn't cheating on her husband."
"What are we supposed to talk about?" I asked. "Lucy and I have nothing in common."
"It doesn't matter," Maria said. "Get her to talk about herself. Ask open-ended questions about her life. Her opinions about things. Talk as little as you can and listen as much as possible. Chances are Lucy's husband isn't very interested in talking to her anymore. What she wants most is to spend time with a man who can shut up long enough to hear what she has to say."
Maria's advice worked surprisingly well. Lucy and I met for coffee after every class, and over time I learned a lot about her. It was weird how much she had in common with Maria. Lucy was also a former cheerleader from a rich family. She also dated jocks in college, and I could tell that she'd been a snob who used to make fun of guys like me.
Lucy got married right after college. Her husband went to work in a brokerage firm owned by his family. Life seemed to be perfect.
But then her husband began focusing so much attention on work that he didn't have any left for his wife and two kids. He drank more with every passing year. Lucy made an effort to reignite his passion. She kept in shape. She wore sexy clothes, and sexy lingerie, and tried to find times when he'd respond to her advances.
Nothing worked. It hurt her feelings.
