My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 4 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 4, Carlos meets a woman who needs to learn some manners. He's just the man to teach her.
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As I reflect on the years when I grew from a boy into a man, I remember a day when I got some great news. The university posted grades for the semester, and I discovered that I got an A in every class. I'd expected good grades, but I hadn't known my scores would be perfect. It made me feel great to get such clear proof that college was going well for me.
There was a reason. As I think about the issues that convinced me to seek therapy, I remember the time I got such good grades.
For the first time in years, I was free of doubts! I was happy! My mood had improved so much that I loved everything about my life!
I looked forward to my classes. I had more than enough energy to keep up with my work. I always finished my assignments on time. Between my financial aid and what I earned working in the library, I had more than enough money to stay in school.
Other students were struggling. They spent too much time on social media, playing video games, and getting drunk in the evenings. Although I had plenty of fun, it was the kind of fun that didn't conflict with my studies.
But I knew the main reason why I felt so good. I was getting lots of hot sex from two sexy women. Between Lucy and Maria, I went to bed with one of them almost every afternoon. They'd come over to my apartment, spend an hour or two in bed, and then rush away so they'd be home when their kids got back from school. This left me sexually satisfied and energized to handle classwork.
My life was incomparably better than when I was a victim of bullying in high school. Other students noticed I was doing so well. I started getting invited to social events, and coeds who used to shun me were suddenly paying attention. Since I had sex with Lucy and Maria during weekday afternoons, I was free to go on dates during the evenings and weekends. I went out a couple of times with a girl named Taylor, and after our third date, she spent the night at my apartment.
Life was good.
"There's a change in you. I can see it," Maria said after we had sex one afternoon. I continued to confide in her, and she believed she knew why things were going so well for me.
"Everybody can see that you look relaxed. Confident." she said. "All that time in the gym has made you a strong, handsome young man. You look confident. Women love confident men. There's nothing more attractive than confidence. I predict that lots of girls will want to spend time with you."
"That's good to hear, but you're all I need," I said.
"Don't forget Lucy. And Taylor," Maria said.
"Taylor may have been a one-time thing," I said. "I have no idea if we'll go out again."
"I guarantee she'll want to have more sex with you," Maria said. "You're probably the best lover she's ever had. You're probably the most confident, manliest guy she's dated. I'll bet she can't wait to ride your cock again."
"I guess we'll see," I said.
I was feeling good on the day that Maria called me into her office and gave me a surprise. "Carlos, I'd like you to meet someone," she said. "This is Stephanie. She's a friend of mine."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Stephanie," I said.
"Maria tells me good things about you, Carlos," Stephanie said.
I couldn't avoid wondering exactly what "good things" Maria told her friend. Was it possible she'd told Stephanie we were having sex? Maria was very anxious to keep that information from her husband; she'd made me promise to keep our affair secret.
Stephanie was very cute. She didn't have Maria's beauty or Lucy's buff physique, but she had a nice face and body. Her best feature was probably her shapely legs, which looked fantastic in the short skirt she wore.
We chatted for a few minutes. Stephanie asked about my classes, and Maria said that she and Stephanie sometimes played tennis on the weekends. They finally excused themselves to go to lunch, leaving me in charge of the library's reference desk. It was a quiet afternoon, so there weren't many students asking questions. I spent most of my time writing an essay for a history class.
"What did you think of Stephanie?" Maria said when she returned after lunch.
"She's nice," I said. "She's cute."
"Is she cute enough to fuck?" Maria said.
I hadn't expected a question like that. "Uh . . . sure. I guess. Why do you ask?" I said.
"Because she'd like to fuck you - if you're interested," Maria said.
"Maria, did you tell her about us? I thought you wanted to keep that secret," I said.
"I felt sorry for her, Carlos. She's getting desperate," Maria said. She explained that Stephanie had a problem that was just like Maria's. They'd both gotten married right after college, and their husbands were duds in the bedroom.
"For years, I've been listening to Stephanie complain that she's dying of sexual frustration," Maria said. "She's had a few affairs, but they never seem to work out."
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"Stephanie has hooked up with married guys our age. That's a lot more complicated," Maria said. "The guys have to sneak around so their wives don't catch them. They're busy with demanding jobs and taking care of kids. Plus, they feel guilty. It kills the mood.
