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.
I had mixed feelings about Lucy. It was discouraging to learn that she'd been just like the girls who'd bullied and humiliated me. But I could tell that her self-image had been battered by her husband's rejection. I was beginning to appreciate that life was more complicated than I'd imagined, and I genuinely hoped I could give Lucy the attention she needed.
It was time to get more advice from Maria.
"What do I do now?" I asked. "I think we'd had enough coffee dates. How do I get her into bed?"
"You've given her enough time to think about whether she wants to have sex with you," Maria said. "I'm sure she wants it. The only question is whether she's ready to cheat on her husband.
"Why don't you try this? Tell her you're having your Mom over for dinner next week, and you want to prepare a new recipe. Say you need to cook it for someone else and get an idea if it's good enough.
"Now, Lucy is smart enough to know that this story is just a pretense to get her to come to your apartment. But that's OK. If she's ready to have an affair - and I'll bet she is - she'll accept your invitation."
Does this sound crazy? It sounded crazy to me. Back then I was a 20-year-old college student inviting a rich housewife in her mid-30s to come to my little apartment so she could taste a plate of enchiladas montades. Preposterous, right?
But it worked! Lucy blushed when I pitched this crazy idea. From her expression, I could tell that she knew I was just looking for a way to get into her pants. But Maria was right. Apparently, I'd given Lucy just enough time to reflect on whether she was ready to have an affair, and she'd made the decision I wanted her to make.
My apartment was spotless on the afternoon Lucy came over. There were fresh sheets on the bed. I had new condoms in the bedside table, but I doubted that I'd need them. Maria said that housewives in their mid-30s are all either on birth control or they'd had their tubes tied. There's no risk of getting an infection because they only had sex with their husbands. It's the safest sex a guy can find.
Lucy looked a little fearful when she entered my apartment. We both knew why she was there, so I saw no reason to prolong her uncertainty. I locked the door behind her, took Lucy into my arms, and gave her a kiss. Our first kiss was mild, but I kissed her again, and again, and each time it was more passionate and soulful. Soon I slipped my tongue between her lips and began exploring the inside of her mouth. I loved her fresh taste.
Lucy relaxed in my arms and I pulled her closer, running my hands up and down her back as the seconds went by. My touch got increasingly bold and intimate, and soon my hands wandered over her breasts. She moaned the first time I felt one of her nipples, which was hard as a little pebble. There was no reluctance. Just as Maria had predicted, Lucy had already decided she wanted to have sex with me. All she'd needed was an invitation.
Lucy was only the second woman I'd been with, but all the time I'd spent with Maria taught me what to do next. Lucy needed me to be confident and bold. I got very assertive as I kissed her neck and pushed the fabric of her top off one shoulder.
It made her shiver when I kissed and nibbled the sensitive flesh there. She moaned again when I finally took one breast in my hand and gave it a good, firm squeeze. Lucy was mine. I knew exactly what she needed from me.
It was time to do more. I took the bottom of Lucy's shirt in my hands and raised it up. She lifted her arms so I could remove her top. My first look at her bare breasts was so exciting it made my cock hard as oak.
Although I wanted to ravage her, I remembered Maria's words.
It's easy to go too fast when you're seducing a woman, but it's hard to go too slow,
Maria told me.
Take your time. Touch her everywhere. Let her know she looks beautiful
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