My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 7 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 7, Carlos graduates from college and recruits the first member of his new horny housewife harem.
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My last semester was the busiest time of my life. I had to complete a full schedule of challenging upper-level classes. In my spare time, I needed to search for a job I could start after graduation. I settled on a tech company in Boston, which allowed me to telecommute most of the time, although they expected me to travel to the home office a few times a year for team-building sessions.
Rita kept in touch, letting me know she was anxious to see me again. She started sending me sexy selfies showing her wearing lingerie or swimsuits. Her photos revealed that she'd embarked on a fitness program. When that idiot Phillip called her "a fat whore," it did more than hurt her feelings. It forced Rita to acknowledge that she'd not done enough to take care of her body. She went on a diet and started taking aerobics classes at a local community center. Soon those selfies showed Rita looking exactly like she did in high school
I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
Since I'm writing this journal for the benefit of my therapist, I should mention that my horny housewives weren't happy about the prospect of losing me. They asked to see me more often during my last months in town. It meant that sometimes I'd see one of them in the morning and a different one that afternoon. Taylor started visiting me more often in the evenings because she knew our relationship would end soon.
Note to therapist: all this female attention did wonders for my ego.
It wasn't difficult to have sex with three different women in one day, but it wasn't easy doing that and still finding time to keep up with my classes. Sometimes I'd only get four or five hours of sleep. That's fine once in a while, but it was exhausting when I did it night after night after night. I managed because I was a healthy 22-year-old who'd spent years building endurance by pumping iron and doing aerobics. I'm 10 years older now, and I doubt I could do that today.
Maria was sad that our time together was ending. "You've made my life a lot better, Carlos," she said. "I'll miss you. My pussy will miss your cock." Maria said our long affair convinced her to find a new student lover after I moved away.
"I will never tolerate being in a sexless marriage again," she said. "There are plenty of horny students out there. I just need to find one for me. I'll have to teach him the same lessons I taught you, but I'm sure there are plenty of guys who'd like to learn."
My new employer provided a hiring bonus that helped me get an apartment and buy Mama a more reliable car. I'd been anxious to start helping her live a more comfortable life, and getting a job with a six-figure salary made that possible. My eventual goal was to buy her a nice house in a good neighborhood. I wanted her to have the kind of financial security she hadn't known since Papa died.
Life got much easier after I graduated, so I had plenty of time to enjoy myself. Rita and I got busy having hot sex immediately after I got back in town. Like my college girlfriend Taylor, Rita needed a man to teach her the ins and outs of good sex.
She was an excellent student, quickly mastering the fundamentals of fellatio and learning to enjoy the techniques I'd acquired from Maria and my other horny housewives. It was fun watching her gain a deeper understanding of just how awful sex had been with her former boyfriend Phillip. I was determined to make sure she'd never consider reuniting with that loser when he got out of prison.
I'd only been in town for a few weeks when I decided to start searching for horny housewives. I was determined to build a new harem as quickly as possible, so I found an upscale gym where affluent women exercised while their husbands were at work and their kids were at school. I began applying the lessons I learned from Maria.
Maria taught me to start by looking for very fit women; ladies who don't get enough good sex need a way to reduce their stress, and exercise is the best method for that. I also looked for women with big diamond wedding rings. That helped me confirm they were married to men who earned enough money to provide a very affluent lifestyle. Wives can't easily dump a rich husband just because he's got a limp dick and a low sex drive. Giving up that much money is too big a sacrifice for them and their kids.
There were plenty of horny housewives in the exercise classes at my new gym. I began chatting them up, and it was easier to get them interested in me than when I was in college. I was only a few years older, but it made a big difference to the women I wanted. Even the horniest married women are reluctant to become involved with a 19-year-old college student. Now that I was a 22-year-old working professional, the women felt more comfortable spending time with me. It took less than six weeks for me to find the first hot babe who wanted me to give her the satisfaction she didn't get from her husband.
Her name was Sylvia. She was 36, had one daughter, and was married to a man who was a corporate attorney. She wore designer clothes, drove a red Porsche, and spent so much time working out that her body was perfect. I learned later that she'd had several cosmetic procedures, including implants, rhinoplasty, and liposuction. Between the surgeons and Sylvia's devotion to diet and exercise, she looked like one of the models in the
Sports Illustrated
swimsuit edition.
I knew I'd made a good decision to pursue Sylvia because she was so enthusiastic in bed. A lot of ladies are so reluctant to cheat on their husbands that it takes a while for them to relax enough to enjoy themselves in the sack. That was not a problem for Sylvia. She had a big smile on her face the first time she came to my apartment. Sylvia pounced on me seconds after I took her coat, and we were in bed soon after.
Sylvia wrested me onto my back, took my cock in hand, and worked it into her pussy, which was wet and ready even though I hadn't given her a bit of foreplay. Apparently, she'd spent some time thinking about what would happen after she arrived at my apartment, and she was prepared for action as soon as she took off her clothes.
"Oh God . . . yes . . . that's what I wanted . . ."
Sylvia whispered as she rode up and down on my cock.
"That's a nice piece of meat, Carlos . . . my pussy is hungry for that cock . . . feed it to me."
It didn't take a lot of insight for me to understand that what Sylvia needed during that first encounter was a long, hard pounding. In later encounters, I spent a lot of time giving her oral sex, making her reveal her hottest fantasies, and engaging in slow, gentle lovemaking. But what she needed that first time was for me to throw her around in bed and make her cum like a machine gun.
Fortunately, my experience with the women I'd known in college prepared me to meet Sylvia's needs. I lost track of the number of times she climaxed. Seven? Nine? Eleven? She is one of those ladies who have a lot of small orgasms instead of one or two big ones. Sometimes it seemed as though she never stopped cumming. The only reason I knew she was finished was because she collapsed on the bed and didn't get back up.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Carlos . . . where have you been? I could have used a man like you years ago,"
