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.