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My Horny Housewife Harem Pt 11

My Horny Housewife Harem Pt 11

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My Horny Housewife Harem

Part 11 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 11, Carlos gets a woman for every day of the week.

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It felt good to get home after camping with Rita. Although neither of us expected our relationship would last forever, we enjoyed each other's company and loved the time we spent outdoors. Rita made me feel good when she said I was the best lover she'd ever had. That was not as impressive as it sounded, because she also said the only other man she'd known intimately was her loser ex-boyfriend Phillip, who never learned how to please a woman. Being better than Phillip was a minor achievement, but I understood that Rita wanted to pay me a compliment.

Spending a long weekend camping with Rita proved that we got along well enough to go on more trips together, and I looked forward to our planned trip to Las Vegas. Before that could happen I needed to get back to work, spending a few weeks focusing on my job and the married women I saw when I wasn't with Rita.

By this time I'd found four hot babes who were part of my horny housewife harem. I'd methodically pursued fit, beautiful women who worked out at the gym I patronized, and I'd convinced them I could provide the sexual satisfaction they couldn't get from their limp-dicked husbands. In time I managed to recruit a fifth harem girl. Her name was Misty.

I first saw her during a Zoomba class. It was one of the most popular classes with the women at our gym, and I was one of the only men participating. By this time I'd had a lot of practice spotting women who used exercise to relieve the stress and anxiety stemming from being stuck in a sexless marriage. I became friendly with Misty, who appreciated getting attention from a man.

I let her know I was attracted to her, and I gave her some time to imagine what it would be like if she surrendered to the temptation to have an affair. She'd never cheated on her husband before, and she felt fearful and uncertain about doing something that risky. For years, she'd known that her husband couldn't satisfy her in bed, but he wasn't a bad guy, and he provided a comfortable life for her and her kids. She had to convince herself that hooking up with me was worth the risk.

Seducing horny housewives was something I'd done so many times that I knew exactly how to lure Misty into my bed. There was no hurry. As the weeks passed, I continued flirting with her before and after our Zoomba class. During class, I always placed myself directly behind her so I could get a close look at her hot, spandex-clad body. I made sure she knew I was watching, and I could tell she liked knowing that a man was admiring her tight little ass, her curvy legs, and her well-defined torso.

When I finally invited her to visit my apartment, Misty was ready to say yes. She knew she wanted and needed to have a real man between her legs. But that didn't mean she wasn't scared.

You could see it on her face the first time she stepped into my home. "I'm so glad you're here, Misty," I said as I closed the door behind her. "I've been thinking about you constantly. Thanks for coming over."

"You-you-you're welcome," she said nervously. There was an anxious, uncertain look on her face.

I'd seen it before. Most of the horny housewives who decided to have sex with me had to struggle at first. I knew that Misty needed me to take charge and get her in bed as fast as possible. Otherwise, she would overthink the situation, and she might even change her mind. What she needed right then was to quickly have the sex she'd fantasized about for so long. After that, she'd be unable to resist the desire to return to my bed again and again and again.

I took her coat, hung it up, then put one arm around her shoulder. She was trembling. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to kiss you?" I asked her. "It's the only thing I've been able to think about all morning."

With that, I kissed her. I didn't ask permission. I didn't give her a lot of time to think about what I'd just said. Instead, I took her in my arms and gave her a soft, romantic kiss.

Lots of women think kissing is almost as intimate as having sex. Women who are like that don't want the first kiss to be overly passionate or soulful. They want it to be gentle and romantic, like the kisses you see in movies from the golden age of Hollywood.

I kissed Misty a second time, then kissed her again. The tension seemed to drain from her body as our lips began to merge. She liked it when she felt the tip of my tongue explore the space between her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck when her tongue began to caress mine.

It was time. Misty knew she wanted to continue. I needed to hurry so she couldn't reconsider. What I had to do next was get her clothes off, take her to bed, and give her as little time as possible to wonder if she was doing the right thing.

I led her to my bedroom and used one hand to caress her face while the other hand unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing unsteadily when I reached inside the blouse and squeezed one breast, which was contained in a fancy bra made of fabric so sheer I could feel her hard nipple. I slipped the blouse down her arms, then pushed her bra strap off one shoulder. I kissed the soft flesh of her neck and shoulder as I pulled the bra down, exposing one breast to my eyes, hands, and mouth. She shook when my lips closed over her nipple, and she pulled my head closer.

Soon I had her bra off, leaving Misty topless. I began kissing one breast while my hand squeezed the other.

How long has it been since a man paid attention to your breasts, Misty?

I wondered. Some of the horny housewives I'd seduced over the years claimed their husbands had such low sex drives that they never engaged in foreplay. I planned to give Misty plenty of foreplay - then give her even more.

I lowered Misty's slacks, revealing a tiny black thong. It was a sexy little garment that she'd surely worn for my benefit. It covered very little in the front and almost nothing in the back, so I ran my hand over her exposed bottom, enjoying how it felt to squeeze her firm cheeks. Misty devoted a lot of time and effort to fitness, so her ass felt like solid muscle covered by smooth, velvety skin.

I worked Misty's shoes and slacks off her feet, leaving her clad in just her thong. It was time for me to remove my clothing, so I took off my shirt and pants as quickly as possible. Misty ran her hand over my chest, caressing the muscles I'd developed over the years. Maria, the woman who took my virginity, always said that most women love muscular men. Misty seemed to share that preference, and I was glad I had the kind of body she liked to touch.

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"Lie down,"

I whispered, guiding her to the center of my bed. She looked excited but nervous, so I spent some time stroking her hair as I admired every part of her body.

"Misty, you are stunning. Just stunning,"

I said as I ran one hand over her breasts and abs.

I'd never been with a woman who looked like Misty. She had short black hair cut in a page boy hairdo. She was petite - barely five feet tall - and had a boyish body with broad shoulders and more muscularity than most women. I enjoyed touching her well-defined biceps, shoulders, and her hard belly. Her small breasts sat on top of thick, powerful pectoral muscles. A lot of men wouldn't like Misty's physique, but I loved it. I like strong, hard-bodied women. She provided a nice contrast with the curvier women I knew.

It was important that I do something to help Misty relax. I moved my hand south and slipped inside her panties so I could caress the soft tuft of hair on her pubic mound. I reached deeper and touched her where she wanted to be touched, placing my hand on top of her labia and massaging her pussy before dipping one finger into her wet slit.

She was wet and warm, of course. Misty had anticipated this moment for weeks, and I was determined to help her enjoy it as much as possible. I was careful to coat my finger with her juices before running the tip up and down her slit. I touched her everywhere but her clit, which I saved for later. Instead, I focused my attention on the entrance to her passage. First I slipped one finger inside, then added a second, and moved in and out, giving her a chance to imagine how it would feel when I gave her my cock.

She began to moan when I finally touched her clit.

"Oh my God . . . Carlos . . . that feels soooooo good,"

she said, moving her hips up and down as I rubbed her little button.

Misty was so excited that I realized I could probably make her cum just by touching her, so I spent some extra time paying attention to her clit. As I expected, she had a gentle little climax that sent ripples all through her body. It wasn't a big climax, but it was a nice start, and it told me that Misty had been so deprived of attention that she was ready to explode in ecstasy.

As soon as her orgasm ended, I moved down and slipped the thong from her body. Soon, my head was between her legs. In my experience, the kind of horny housewives I encounter tend to be married to men who are terrible at cunnilingus. Some of them just don't enjoy it enough to do it well. Others are selfish lovers who are fixated on making themselves cum instead of giving their women pleasure.

I'm not sure what the problem is with Misty's husband, but she'd been so deprived of cunnilingus that she acted shocked when I began kissing, licking, and nibbling the flesh around her lips. Rather than give her time to wonder if she wanted me to eat her pussy, I dove in, running my tongue up and down her warm, pink inner folds.

"Uhhhhhh!!!!"

she groaned when she felt what I was doing. I savored my first taste, which was sweeter than most women. It reminded me of pancakes. It's frustrating that there's no vocabulary for words that accurately describe how women taste. Why is that?

There was nothing particularly creative or unusual about my technique that day, but Misty reacted as though she was being eaten by a master of the oral arts. She tossed her head back and forth, pounded the sheets, and made sexy sounds that got louder and louder as I probed deeper and deeper into her passage. I quickly realized that she was about to have an orgasm - again! I thought that Misty must be one of those wonderful women who climax easily. Either that, or she was so overburdened by sexual tension that it didn't take much to trigger its release.

She cried out joyfully as it began. I watched the contractions inside her pussy and felt sure Misty was going to be a particularly fine addition to my harem. This was a woman who appreciated attention from a man, and I was anxious to give it to her.

Ordinarily, I would have continued eating Misty's pussy until she climaxed again. There's nothing more fun than seeing how many times I can make a woman cum. But this was her first time having sex with me, and I wanted to make sure she had the best possible experience. Misty had come to me because she wasn't getting enough cock from her husband. She'd had more than enough foreplay; it was time to give her what she really needed.

I lowered my boxers, then kissed my way up her body, starting with her abs, moving on to her breasts and neck, and finally looking into her eyes. She was smiling. Happy. Anxious to get on with it. The uncertainty she'd felt when she arrived seemed to be gone.

Misty gasped when she felt the tip of my cock touch her entrance. Since I didn't want to give her time to overthink what she was doing, I pushed inside just enough for her to feel the entire head. There was no turning back. She was having sex - actual, penetrative sex - with a man who wasn't her husband. It was time to leave all uncertainty behind. All she could do was enjoy what was happening, knowing it was better than the lousy sex she always got from her spouse.

I eased in and out slowly, going slightly deeper with every stroke. Misty was moaning continuously now, lost in the depths of her arousal. I'd go slower with her in the future, but I wanted her first experience with me to be so intensely pleasurable that she'd never regret her decision to cheat. My long-range plans were to have Misty again and again and again. I had only one chance to make a good first impression, and I was determined to succeed.

It wasn't long before the whole length of my cock was sliding in and out of her snug pussy. I suspected that she was especially tight because her husband didn't give her enough sex. Or maybe he had a small dick that didn't fill her vagina. From Misty's reaction, she liked how it felt to have a thick piece of meat inside her. She went

"oh! . . . oh! . . . oh! . . . oh!"

every time I plunged into her depths.

I was barely getting started when I realized Misty was about to have her third climax. If I gave her enough stimulation, I could make her next orgasm much stronger than the first two. I moved faster, pressed harder, and finally began massaging her clit with my fingers from one hand.

That did it. Misty began having an explosive climax that caused her to wail happily.

It was a loud, long, ecstatic scream that sounded animalistic and passionate. I could hear the evidence of her exhilaration. Hell, people all over the neighborhood probably heard it! Realizing that Misty would need a few minutes to recover from her orgasm, I relaxed and let myself cum.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhh . . ."

she sighed when she felt my cock throbbing as it filled her with warm wetness.

Misty was thrilled. It was easy to tell. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. She giggled. Everything about her was different. She looked nothing like the fearful, uncertain woman who'd arrived at my apartment a short time ago. Misty had struggled to resist the temptation to have an affair, but now she was sure she'd made the right choice. She'd found a man who could give her the kind of satisfaction she'd yearned to receive. Now that she'd experienced it herself, all her mixed feelings vanished.

"That was wonderful, Carlos. You were wonderful," she said. "I can't remember ever having such a sexy experience with a man."

"Pleased to be of service, ma'am," I said. "You were pretty wonderful yourself."

"All I did was lay on my back and let you have your way with me," Misty said. "I'm going to want to do this again. And again. And again and again and again."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that," I replied. "I've been lusting after you since the first time I spotted your hot little body at the gym. Now that I know you're just as sexy as I expected, I'm going to want to see a lot more of you. A lot more."

"When should I come back?" Misty asked.

I knew she'd ask that question, and I knew I needed to answer it carefully. In my experience, married women who'd just had their first satisfying sex in years were likely to want as much as they could get. Misty was probably hoping she could see me tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. Since I was already seeing four other horny housewives, I didn't have that much room in my schedule. And there was another reason that was equally

"Misty, we need to be very cautious," I said. "I don't want to do anything that might jeopardize your marriage. You're going to need to cover your tracks carefully. That means we can't see each other too often. That would create too many opportunities for us to make some kind of slip-up that would make your husband suspicious.

"I suggest that we see each other once a week. We should get together at the same time on the same day. Make it part of your routine. Work out ways to make sure you handle all your responsibilities at home, and figure out how you can slip away without being noticed. Having a lot of impromptu, unscheduled hook-ups would be too dangerous."

Misty was quiet for a moment. "I get the feeling you've had affairs with other married women, Carlos," she said.

"I'm not going to lie. You are correct, Misty. I'm not ready to settle down, and I feel fortunate that I've known women who decided to spend time with me because they weren't satisfied with their husbands. I know from experience that it's easy to do something that might make your husband suspect you're having an affair. I would feel terrible if that happened."

Misty was silent for a long time. I hoped she didn't suspect that she was part of a harem. No woman wants to imagine her lover sees her as just a piece of ass who's easily replaced. Most women eventually realize that it's silly for them to expect that I never spent time with others. After all, they sleep next to their husbands every single night. It's unreasonable for them to expect that I lie in bed alone each night, yearning for the next time I can be with them.

"I'm sure you're right, Carlos. I've got kids. I've got to protect them," Misty said. "So we should plan to get together at the same time next week?"

"That seems best to me," I said, glad that Misty agreed.

By this time my cock had recovered from my orgasm, and I was ready to have sex again. Taking Misty's hand, I placed it on top of my erection.

"Carlos! You're hard again!" she said.

"Thanks for noticing," I replied.

"How is this possible!? I'm sure I felt you cum. You did cum, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. Now I want to do it again," I said. "You are a very desirable woman, Misty. I want you. I want you again. I hope you want me."

"Of course I do!" she said. "I just didn't think it was possible for a man to have sex two times in a row. After my husband cums, his cock is out of commission for weeks!"

That made me laugh. "Your husband must be a fool," I said. "If you were my wife, I'd want you every morning, afternoon, and evening. We'd spend so much time in bed, we'd need a maid service to take care of the house. Don't even think about refusing to have sex again. I'm ready. I'm ready right now."

"I'd never refuse you, Carlos. You're the best lover I've ever had," Misty said. Women said those words to me so often that I wondered if they were telling the truth. Maybe some of them think it's a harmless little lie that will make me feel good.

The woman who took my virginity, Maria, claimed that there were lots of horny housewives who'd never had good sex because they got married too young and they wound up with husbands who had low sex drives and no sexual skills. I don't suppose it matters. If a woman wanted to have sex with me, that was all I cared about.

Still, every time a woman like Misty praised me, I liked to imagine it was true. I always did my best to satisfy every woman I took to bed. It felt nice to think they meant it when they said I was the best lover they'd known. In hindsight, I realize that getting this kind of praise helped me banish the demons from my youth. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time feeling worthless, ugly, and unappreciated. Having a harem of appreciative women did a lot to help me overcome the legacy of my past. I'm sure my therapist will have some thoughts about that last sentence.

There was a big smile on Misty's face when I spread her legs and got on top of her. She was already wet and loose, and so she didn't need any more foreplay to get her ready. I eased my cock into her passage and gently moved in and out. Soon, she had a blissful expression on her face.

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