My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 3 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 3, Carlos learns new ways to satisfy the women he seduces.
Just one more thing: My Horny Housewife Harem is the first story I've written for the Loving Wives category. I've been reluctant to write about adultery because I don't consider it to be particularly erotic. But I decided to try because I see Literotica as a way writers (and their readers) can explore many types of sexuality - including things they might not want to experience in real life. This story is part of an exercise intended to help me grow as a writer. But I'd like to share something: I once dated a woman who cheated on me. As you'd expect, it destroyed that relationship and caused me great pain. I know as well as anyone that adultery is a Bad Thing.
To me, the way to deal with transgressive topics - like adultery - is to remember that erotica is a type of fiction that is best if you don't take it seriously. It's best if you can embrace plots that are sometimes preposterous. I hope no reader thinks I endorse this kind of thing. Stephen King writes about murderers, and we all know he's a fine fellow who wouldn't kill anyone. Just because my protagonist likes sex with married women doesn't mean I think it's a worthwhile thing to do outside the pages of an erotic story.
Although I am thankful for every reader who looks at my fiction, those of you who don't want to read about adultery have my blessing to go check out one of the many stories in other Literotica categories. I'm working on a story about non-consent. It's going pretty well; I think you'll like it.
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One afternoon Lucy showed up at my apartment carrying a little tote bag. "I've got a surprise for you!" she said, grinning.
And I've got a surprise for you,
I thought to myself.
"Wait till you see it!" she said. "I'll be right back!"
Lucy ran to my bedroom, closed the door, and left me wondering what I'd see when she returned. By this time we'd been hooking up for more than two months, and our affair was growing hotter with each encounter. Lucy had gotten used to the idea that she was cheating on her husband. The little twinges of guilt she felt in the past were gone. She was enjoying sex more than at any time in her life, and she didn't want to stop.
I was doing everything I could to help keep our affair secret. We stopped meeting at our gym, ensuring that all our interactions took place in the privacy of my apartment. There was no chance that one of her friends would spot us together.
At this stage of our blossoming relationship, I was working hard to give Lucy the most satisfying sex I could. My friend Maria gave me advice. As a young college student, I didn't know enough about women to give Lucy the kind of fresh, new experiences she deserved. Maria was anxious to help. Since taking my virginity, Maria felt it was her responsibility to teach me to be a better lover. She'd given me step-by-step instructions to seduce Lucy, and she got a vicarious thrill hearing what we did in bed.
That poor girl never had good sex before she met you,
Maria told me.
From what she tells you, she's never sucked a cock. Never ridden a man cowgirl-style. Never experienced bondage. Role playing. Carlos, it's your job to introduce her to all these things. You've got to make a woman out of Lucy.
Maria was happy to guide me. Together, we planned ways for me to give Lucy all the experiences she'd never enjoyed.
Today, I was going to introduce Lucy to anal sex.
That's what I was thinking when I heard the bedroom door open. Lucy walked toward me, modeling the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Wow," I said. "Just . . . wow. Lucy, you look amazing."
It was true. Lucy wore a matching bra and panties made of sheer, see-through fabric that concealed nothing. Her nipples were visible, and so was the golden blond landing strip on her pussy. The outfit included sheer black pull-up nylons and black shoes with towering stiletto heels. She looked like a work of erotic art.
She walked toward me gracefully, stepping like a runway model. Chin up. Shoulders back. Chest out. She turned around slowly, letting me see how she looked from every angle. I knew what she wanted to hear me say.
"You look like a fitness model," I said. "You're prettier than a lot of the girls working as professional models. Looking at you like this, I feel like I'm looking at the cover of a magazine."
My words put a big smile on Lucy's face. I already knew she'd done a little modeling in college. She'd dreamed of working professionally. Those dreams died when she got married to the loser who'd immediately knocked her up, and then lost interest in making her happy. Over the years she'd devoted so much attention to diet and exercise that she'd transformed her body into the kind of lean, muscular frame that was favored by women who model swimsuits, athletic gear, and lingerie.
She'd confessed to me that sometimes, after a shower, she'd stand in front of a mirror naked and do modeling poses while imagining that she had become a professional instead of getting married. It gave me an idea for something that might excite her.
"Lucy, I want to take a picture of you," I said. "You look so sexy, we need to capture an image of how amazing you look at this precise moment."
She got a worried look on her face. "I don't know about that, Carlos," she said.
"I understand. You don't want a picture like that to wind up on the web," I said. "How about this? Let me take a picture using your phone. You don't have to give me a copy. We'll see how it looks, and you'll have a memento of how hot you look in that outfit."
"Well . . . OK," Lucy said.
She handed me her phone and posed. I'm not a great photographer, but Lucy knew exactly what kind of poses a real model would make. We took about a dozen different pictures, then Lucy sat down next to me so we could review the images.
"What do you think?" she said.
"I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world," I said. "My God, Lucy. You look incredible. These pictures make me want to drag you to the bedroom and ravage your sexy body."
She giggled. "You have my permission," Lucy said.
I led her to my bed and had her stretch out on her back. Rather than strip off her outfit, I left it on for a while so I could admire the way she looked. The sheer fabric of the bra revealed every detail of her nipples, so I began caressing them gently. Soon they were erect and hard as little stones poking through the material.
