My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 8 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 8, Carlos seduces a socialite with expensive tastes and a hunger for kinky sex.
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The next woman I seduced was Ellen. She was a big shot in the social scene, serving on fund-raising campaigns for local charities and organizing events where the city's rich citizens dressed up in fancy clothes and reminded each other that they were perched at the top of the social pyramid.
One thing that made Ellen willing to have an affair with me was the fact that I was so far outside her circle of friends and acquaintances. She confided that she'd been tempted to have sex with men she met in her daily life, but that she was afraid she might get caught. "No one would ever suspect that a woman like me would be involved with a man like you, Carlos," she said.
Ellen figured that none of her rich white friends would ever guess she was involved with a dark-skinned Latino who'd grown up poor. The fact that I was 15 years younger made us an even more unlikely pair. I lived in a neighborhood none of her acquaintances ever visited. She could drive to my place, come inside, and have secret hookups that no one would ever discover.
Ellen told me her father had been an ambassador to Saudi Arabia. She'd gone to Ivy League schools and married a wealthy man before settling into a life as a full-time social butterfly. I found it odd that a woman who'd grown up with so many privileges was completely clueless about sex. Her husband was another one of those limp-dicked losers who knew all about hostile takeovers and leveraged buyouts, but had no idea how to please a woman.
Since she'd never had a boyfriend who was good in bed, sex with me was a revelation. I used all the lessons I'd learned from the horny housewives I met in college, and Ellen appreciated being with a man who knew how to satisfy her.
One afternoon we were lying in bed after enjoying some particularly energetic sex. Like all the women I pursued, Ellen devoted a lot of effort to maintaining her fitness. She usually managed to give me a good workout when we had sex.
"Carlos, I'd like to do something for you," she said. "I'm thinking of making a trip to New York City. Would you come with me?"
That was an interesting proposition. "What would we do there?" I asked.
She wrapped her hand around my soft, wet cock and giggled. "I was hoping we could do a lot of the same things we do here," she said. "There's nothing like having sex in an exciting new city. But what I have in mind involves more than sex.
"We'd stay in a suite in a luxury hotel. Get tickets for Broadway plays. Dine in fine restaurants. Do some sightseeing. We'd spend a lot of time bouncing on the mattress, of course, but I'd hoped we could leave our suite long enough to do some of the things regular tourists do. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"It does," I said. "Won't your husband be suspicious? Wouldn't he wonder why you're suddenly going to New York without him?"
"That won't be a problem, darling. I fly off to the city several times a year. I have friends in the charitable world there. I do most of my shopping in New York. He won't suspect a thing."
"Aren't you worried that one of your friends in New York will spot us together?" I asked.
"That's not likely. New York is a big place. It's easy to fade into the crowd. But we can prepare some kind of cover story to use if someone sees us. I can say you're a talented young artist who's getting a grant from my foundation. We can pretend that we're discussing some project you're doing for me. Doesn't that sound delightfully wicked?"
I'd never been to New York. Like any kid who grew up in poverty, I associated the city with wealthy people enjoying the most pampered living in the world. I'd never seen the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, or Times Square. It didn't take much for Ellen to convince me to let her take us away on a four-day trip to The Big Apple.
The hotel suite she booked was so luxurious it felt over the top. I don't know if she always stays in places like that or if she was trying to impress me, but I was awed. The rooms had everything you could possibly need, and if you wanted something else you could call the front desk and arrange for them to deliver it. Want a slice of New York-style pizza at 3 a.m.? No problem.
During the flight, Ellen began massaging my cock through my pants. I had a boner for most of the time we were in the air.
"You need to be ready to take care of me as soon as we get to the hotel,"
she whispered.
"It's been too long since you've given me your cock. I'm going to require it immediately."
She did the same thing in the taxi, guaranteeing that I had a prominent erection when we got to the hotel. I'd hoped to cover it by holding a suitcase in front of my pants, but the hotel staff confiscated every piece of our luggage and delivered it to the suite themselves. I carried a small travel bag that I refused to surrender, but it wasn't big enough to conceal the entire bulge. Ellen thought that was funny. I was not amused.
As she'd promised, Ellen pounced on me seconds after she tipped the bellboy and sent him away. "How do you manage to go without sex this long?" she said. "It's been almost a week since you fucked me. How is it possible for a healthy young man like you to do without pussy?"
Ellen had no way of knowing that I'd had sex with two women yesterday, seeing Sylvia in the afternoon and Rita in the evening. She liked to imagine that she was the only woman who visited my bed. I didn't deliberately mislead her, but I never told any of the women in my life about the others.
When the topic came up - which wasn't often - I made it clear that I didn't consider our relationship to be exclusive. My other relationships were my business. After all, it was ridiculous for a woman to expect me to be monogamous when she was sleeping next to her husband every night. For some reason, Ellen seemed inclined to think that she was so special that I wouldn't want sex from anyone else. I thought she was delusional, but it was a harmless delusion, and I saw no reason to clarify the issue since it seemed to make her happy.
When she asked how I could go so long without sex, I decided to deflect her question. "My balls are so full of cum right now I've got enough to fill all of your holes," I said.
I'd recently introduced Ellen to anal sex. She was very surprised when I did it - without asking permission, of course - and even more surprised that she enjoyed it so much. My comment about her "three holes" was my way of letting her know I'd knock on her back door sometime during the trip to New York. It gave her something to anticipate.
