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Hotwives and cuckolds

As a writer of erotic stories, I’ve often found that real life is sometimes harder to believe than fiction. Usually, I’ll experience something that gives me an idea for a story, and remembering a past experience is one such event.

When I lived in Houston, I ran around with a guy who lived in the same apartment complex. One night, over a beer, he said, “I had a weird experience the other night!”

“Really, what happened?” I asked.

“I walked into a neighborhood bar on Bellair, which was empty except for a couple sitting at a four-top. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.”

“After a few minutes, the woman got up and sat down beside me. She was hot and asked me to pass her the peanuts, which were on the opposite side from her. She pointed at the peanuts while bending over to give me a good shot of her boobs in a low cut top.”

“She tried to make conversation with me, but it freaked me out with her husband sitting at a table, not ten feet from me. She finally gave up and went back to her husband.”

“Then the bartender came over and whispered, ‘Don’t you like her?’”

“I replied, ‘Yeah, but not with her husband sitting there.’”

“The bartender chuckled and replied, ‘They come in here all the time, and she picks up a guy to take home with them.’”

My friend said that after thinking about it for a minute, he got up and asked the couple if he could join them. After a few minutes, the husband suggested that they go back to their house.

Going back to the couple’s residence, they had a drink, and then he ended up in bed with the wife while her husband sat in a chair by the bed and jerked off.

Initially, he was self-conscious about banging the guy’s wife, but after a few minutes, he completely forgot about her husband and had one of the best times of his life. Afterward, hubby invited him back anytime to take care of the wife.

At the time, I was a young single guy and would have never believed that married people would do such things. Fast forward a few years, and here I was married at a swinger’s party in bed with another guy’s wife.

Pam was a gorgeous older blonde MILF with a fabulous body that belonged to a much younger woman. Jack, her husband, had followed us into the bedroom and stood in the corner, watching.

When she noticed me looking at her husband, Pam asked, “He likes to watch. You don’t mind, do you?”

I said, “No,” because what else could you say in a situation like this?

She was insatiable, and one of the best lays I’ve ever had. The whole time Jack is whacking off watching us.

Towards the end, Foxy came in and climbed in bed with us. She often checks on me to be sure I’m doing okay. She kissed Pam, and I could see that Pam didn’t enjoy it as much as my wife did. Pam said that she’d never been with many women before but figured out if she wanted me, then she’d have to play ball.

It turned out that Pam and Jack lived a few minutes away from us, and we became good friends. In addition to screwing, we did bar hopping, dining, movies, and strip clubs together. Where we lived in the Midwest, strip clubs were typically in a less than attractive part of town. Jack was a cop and could legally carry a gun, so there were additional benefits to running around with them.

When I started writing porn, I have often included them in my erotic stories. I named the fictitious couple Pam and Jack in their honor. Hotwives and their cuckold husbands can be found at most swinger’s parties.

Pam has come over to the dark side and enjoys women as much as my wife does, but she still likes dick better. Jack is happy to hide in the closet to watch his wife get her lights drilled out and makes no bones about enjoying it.

A lot of my stories are based upon our experiences with Hotwives and their cuckold husbands. Hotwives are a popular theme in erotic literature, and it’s always fun to write about them.

I’m Larry Archer, and I love to write those stained and stuck together stories you read in the privacy of your locked bedroom or bath. My stroke erotica with somewhat of a plot thrown in is based upon our adventures in wife swapping. Join me on the twenty-fourth of every month to update our struggle to remain sane in this pandemic. For more perverted stuff, check out my blog, LarryArcher.blog, for more of the same. You can find my stories at Amazon, SmashWords, Apple iBooks, and many others for your reading pleasure. Remember, if you need some strange stuff, try your left hand!

Stay Safe! Love Foxy and Larry

The Good Old Days

With COVID-19 hampering everyone’s social life, there seems to be a lot of reminiscing going on. I was reading a news article on Headonism II in Jamacia, which sparked a series of thoughts about the good old days and the fun we used to have before the pandemic.

The last few months have been painful for ourselves and our friends as we try to stay safe. Swingers are a very social lot, and it is a drastic change to avoid parties and get-togethers. In comparison, we’ve both enjoyed living in Las Vegas, a.k.a. Sin City, still it is a significant change from life back in the mid-west.

In some respects, there is not as much to do here as there was back home. Las Vegas Boulevard or “The Strip” is where all of the tourists congregate to gamble, attend shows, drink, and party. Of course, their definition of “party” is different from ours.

Las Vegas has a number of public on-premise party houses, where you show up to a house and party. Here they are basically commercial operations started by couples in the Lifestyle who monetize house parties.

As anyone who’s thrown a party knows, it’s a lot of work and can often be hard on your home and furniture, especially when you have little control over who walks in the door. A couple will decide to start charging a fee to attend as a way of offsetting the expense and aggravation of holding a house party in their home.

There are maybe a half dozen or so places that have house parties regularly in Vegas, but for the most part, we usually avoid them. Once you’re in the Lifestyle for a while and meet other couples, there are always a few who have regular parties. These “house parties” typically have the same people attend, and there are rarely any issues.

Swingers, for the most part, do not drink, and as such, you don’t have drunks to contend with. The ones who cause issues are often new couples that have problems fitting into the activities. There is sometimes an adjustment period for newbies when you discover your other half with someone new.

For us, we’ll generally hit a party with ten to twenty couples given at someone’s house. If the planners do a good job, they will review the guest list to ensure that the attendees get along. Typically, most people are in the same socioeconomic class and share common interests.

Back home, we had a much wider variety of things to do. There were only a handful of people who threw parties regularly, but we also had nudist camps, strip clubs, and it seemed there was often a convention or large gathering of like-minded people.

While Las Vegas is known for its strip clubs but once again, entrepreneurs screwed it up. Back home, our strip clubs were more like a neighborhood bar where the employees take their clothes off. Here the dancers have an ATM with a time clock attached to their waist to keep track of you making it rain.

Previously, a group of ten couples would hit our favorite clubs a couple of times a month. Some of the clubs have couples nights with male dancers for the girls. The atmosphere is low key, and there is not a lot of pressure to separate you from your money.

It’s always seemed odd to me that once you get away from the Las Vegas Strip, the town is very conservative. Back home, we didn’t have the nightlife around the Strip, but in general, the area would be more liberal.

In Vegas, the weather outside is daunting during the summer, which limits outdoor activities. I think today it was 114 degrees F and pretty brutal. We don’t have much in the way of trees, so being outside is somewhat painful during the day.

My wife enjoys lying out at the pool and working on her tan, but here it has to be under the patio to minimize the intensity of the sun’s burning rays. Most homes have high block walls around the backyard, which are helpful to avoid the peeping Toms next door.

While we would occasionally visit a nudist camp, it was not on our regular schedule. Foxy doesn’t like bugs, and I grew up on a farm, so neither of us missed communing with nature au natural. Some of the couples we know are regular attendees, and one club even had small cabins that people built and would go all the time. For us, camping out was always at the Holiday Inn.

Our previous city has a big swinger’s club that has been in operation since the 1970s, and we were lucky to be introduced into the club by one of the first couples we met. They hold large parties, called socials, three or four times a year with sometimes up to two hundred couples attending.

Then there are always the smaller house parties, which are several times a month. We started having an annual New Year’s Eve Pajama Party at our house with fifty to sixty couples. That was always fun but exhausting. Giving a party is a lot of work, especially for two anal people like my wife and me.

Previously, I owned my own business before moving to Sin City, and as such, my time was a lot freer than now when I have to work for a living! We traveled a lot, and our PJ Parties often had five to ten couples from out of state that we had met at clubs across the country. This meant that our Pajama Party would last for up to three or four days, depending on when New Year’s Day fell. People would start showing up at our house a couple of days before the party, and it would last until the next workday.

I’m not sure why I’m thinking about the good old days, except that now it’s stay at home and FaceTime people for excitement. Eventually, we will have a vaccine, and life will return to something resembling normal. I’m not convinced that a Zoom swinger’s party will be like the real thing!

As Las Vegas is a tourist destination, COVID-19 has hit our economy pretty hard. I’m lucky in that my job is not in the entertainment business, and I think I’m relatively safe from getting laid off, but a lot of people are not that lucky.

I’ve noticed several homes in my subdivision that have been abandoned in the last couple of months, and even in a gated community, there is heightened anxiety about security concerns. But we all need to do what we can to ride this out and stay safe.

As a writer of erotica, I’ve ignored the virus in my writing as I feel people need an escape from the day to day problems and just forge ahead as if nothing is wrong. If you need some explicit HEA sex stories to pound your pud, check me out at LarryArcher.blog/stories.

Stay safely six feet apart and wear your mask! See you next month.

XOXO,

Foxy & Larry

Writing – Craft, Science, or Magic

A mechanic has his impact wrench and a carpenter his hammer, but what tools does a writer use to accomplish his trade? We used to say a typewriter, such as a Royal or Underwood, but today’s writer likely uses a laptop or desktop to ply his/her craft.

I’ve been in the business of writing stories for going on eight years now without the benefit of formal training on the art of stringing words together in a coherent fashion. As a typical engineer, I’ve approached the English language in the same manner as you would a murder hornet. I honestly believe that engineers as a species are born with a genetic defect that renders us incapable of understanding the English language and manipulating it for our own good.

Born during the dawn of computers, the one thing that always sat on my desk was a dictionary or Word Catalog as my friend Maurice always called it. He loved to read the dictionary, but he always complained that the topics kept changing.

Later on, we had a speller to replace the dictionary as we knew what word we wanted to use but were unable to spell it. The “speller” is known under a variety of titles and can only be found these days as a used book. It contains only a list of words without definitions to minimize the size of the book.

My latest copy of Webster’s NewWorld Speller/Divider still sits on my desk as it’s often easier to look up a word that you can’t spell and can’t get close enough for the builtin spell checker program to guess. For instance, nymphomanic is a common word that I get wrong about half the time, or areola is another one I struggle with.

I live in awe of my esteemed colleges when they discuss sentence structure or parsing a sentence. My mouth hangs open at the thought of when to use a noun or adverb, or what that even means? As I always say, “I thought Viagra was used to cure a dangling participle.”

I grew up in what is called “Deep East Texas,” in piney woods country. I usually spent the summers with my grandparents on their reasonably large farm, hunting and exploring the endless woods around their house.

The one thing I learned from growing up in the Texas backwoods, besides the fact grass burrs hurt and being barefoot in a yard with chickens is no fun, was reading. My grandparents had a number of children, and for whatever reason, all of their college textbooks were stored at their home.

Consequently, when it was too hot to play outside, I would grab a textbook and read. That may have been what pointed my path to engineering was the reading of technical books as a child. As an only child, I learned to entertain myself, and my only friend during the summer was Blue, my grandpa’s blue tick hound.

I went to a well respected technical college, which no one has ever heard of outside of academics because we didn’t have a football team. Beyond the required English classes and one semester of technical writing, I had little experience with the English language. To this day, I consider English as a second language.

After a few years as a bachelor in Houston, I took a job in the Midwest, where I met my future bride. I’m not exactly sure how we ended up as swingers beyond the fact we both enjoyed experimenting and were not overly jealous of each other. From others in the Lifestyle, a lot of couples become involved after boredom starts to settle in. For us, it was an adventure where you got to see people naked and having sex without worrying about being arrested for peeping in your neighbor’s window.

The primary drawback to swinging is that you can’t talk about your experiences outside of your peer group. It’s not a topic that comes up around the coffee pot in the breakroom. LGBTQ folks used to be in the same category, but now it seems that we’re still the only ones still in the closet.

Fast forward to one day while reading Penthouse Forum letters that it dawned on me, “I can do this.” If I create a fictitious couple, then I can write about their wife swapping stories, and remain anonymous.

Now over thirty novels and novellas later, Foxy and Larry are the sex-crazed result of my fevered brain!

We were lucky to have surrounded ourselves with a diverse group of perverts to draw from, and there is no lack of story ideas to inspire the next tale. I tend to write somewhat “true” stories and will typically take something that we’ve seen or done and twist it into a stroke story.

We’ve been lucky in the fact that for most of our married life I was a reasonably successful business owner, which gives us a lot of free time. With a private plane, we travel the continental US to visit friends and clubs all over. Swingers are a diverse and exciting group of people and a never-ending source of ideas.

Supposedly the “Dirty Thirty” is a turning point in the career of an erotic writer. Once you have thirty books under your belt, then life gets better, or so they tell me. While I have no idea if that’s true, I have found that the ups and downs of my book sales are starting to flatten out to a relative level rate of sales.

My latest thought is to work on improving my craft, and to this end, I signed up for James Patterson’s Masterclass on writing. I’m partway through the course and have found it interesting, but so far, nothing earth-shattering beyond the fact he makes a hundred million a year, and I don’t.

I started the class as a cynic and so far have not been proven wrong. Like most “How to” books, there are certain basic things you must do to succeed. The first thing is obviously to do something. I am amazed at the number of people who say something like, “I’m going to write my first novel, then within two weeks, I’ll be able to buy my private island and retire.” Then a couple of months later, they disappear and you never hear from them again.

It doesn’t make a difference what you are trying to learn; it doesn’t happen overnight with the possible exception of being shot out of a canon! Having a piece of cardboard does not make you a breakdancer; only practice does.

“I didn’t know this was so hard?” is the first comment uttered by the next Stephen King. If it were that easy, everyone would be a writer!

The nice thing about self-publishing is that you don’t have to lick the boots of the editor. Anyone can publish their drivel, but will people buy it? The one thing Patterson said, along with Stephen King, is that no one bought their first book. You have to be able to accept rejection.

Patterson had over thirty rejection letters after submitting his first story. Stephen King offered the same advice in On Writing, which I highly recommend. Writers must be like the little engine who could, “I’ll never give up, I’ll never give up!”

Be leary of accepting advice from others unless they have the same mindset as you do. Certainly, when someone tells you that you need a comma somewhere, that is a solid piece of advice to heed. However, if it is, “I would have written that paragraph completely differently,” take that advice with a grain of salt.

No two writers will approach a story in the same way, and you need to develop your own unique style. Read the works of authors you consider your contemporaries or those you look up to. Don’t copy, but learn to emulate their style. When someone sells and is ranked higher on the lists, then they are doing something right. Your brother-in-law, who has never sold one of his writings, is not the person to learn from.

Pick wisely and use the advice that makes sense to you, then reject the rest. Above all, keep writing. Patterson recommends that you pick a time when you can write for an hour or two and do that every day. If it means getting up a five a.m. to have some alone time, you should do that.

I believe this but am not hardcore about it. What I’ve found is that if I don’t feel like writing, then forcing myself to write will result in crap. As an author, you must become disciplined about writing, but that’s not an absolute.

What I do is carry a laptop with me virtually 24×7 and have all my stories in the cloud. This way, if I’ve got a few minutes of downtime, I can fire it up and pound away. Now, if I don’t feel productive, then I open a story I’m working on and start reading it. When you open a story that you haven’t seen in a week or so, you will be surprised at the number of mistakes you’ve glossed over. We all tend to see what we want to see and not necessarily what’s actually on the paper.

The big thing that I’ve learned so far from James Patterson is persistence besides the fact he is a multimillionaire. To succeed, you need to try and continue to work until you make it. As a teenager, my father believed that if he could do something, then I could do it. When I said, “I can’t!” my father would say, “You can’t hardly.”

When you hit the wall, take two steps back, and hit the wall harder. My parents are a strange couple, my Dad is a blue-collar construction worker, and my Mom is a psychologist. Together they taught me that nothing is impossible if you want it bad enough. From my Dad, I learned never give up, and from Mom, intelligence will show you the way.

So if there is a story buried in your keyboard, it’s time to fish or cut bait. As Master Yoda says, “There is no try. Either do or do not!”

Well, I think I’ve about run out of paper for this month and will be back with you next month assuming COVID-19 or an angry husband doesn’t get me!

I’m Larry Archer, and I write explicit stroke stories. I don’t write mamby pamby erotica; it’s all about fucking and sucking! There is no other way to dress it up, like putting lipstick on a pig. I’m your guy when it’s time to lock the bathroom door and take care of business. Check out my blog https://LarryArcher.blog

Non-Traditional Writing or The Meaning of Life

Recently a thought struck me that I guess has been buzzing around in my head for years, but I’ve consciously or subconsciously been ignoring it. I don’t think I write traditional books as my stories are more a slice of life rather than something with a beginning, middle, and end.

When I say a slice of life, my stories tend to be a day in the life of Foxy and Larry, the fictional pervert couple in my books. Just as an average person gets up in the morning, goes to work, comes home, and goes to bed, my stories tend to be that way.

I’ve always struggled with two words, “The End,” which elude me most of the time when I’m writing.

I started writing to give myself the ability to talk about fictionalized versions of our adventures in the world of wife swapping or swinging, also known as throwing your house keys in a bowl.

So far, most of my stories have ended up with a vague ending as I never really had a final chapter in the story but more of, “I’ve got an idea for a new story, so somehow I’ve got to kick this one out the door!”

One of my latest WIP’s is House Party 2, which is an effort to correct the problems I created in the original House Party. In HP, my fictional wife runs off to LA and becomes a porn star. Now in HP2, I’m struggling to be a marriage counselor and patch things up. The original was 85,000 words, and the sequel will likely approach 90,000 words, which is way too long for a smut story, but I just can’t seem to quit.

HP2 is my first serious attempt to write something with Scrivener, the word processor for writers. I’ve pretty much figured it out except for the output process, which I haven’t really looked at yet. Scrivener allows you to break up your story in blocks such as chapters.

Rather that one long file, the story can be broken up into sections (chapters), and the writer only deals with that section at any time. For me, it works well as I get tired/bored working on a scene and can instantly jump to another chapter for something new.

One of my faults is that I’m easily distracted by a shiny object or a short skirt and have problems keeping my focus on the job at hand or possibly in my hand. I guess to be a writer, you should have a vivid imagination, which I seem to be guilty of but have absolutely no control over.

There was a moment of sadness and reflection when I learned of the passing of Terry Jones, one of the key people behind the silliness of Monty Python. I first became aware of the British comedy series of Monty Python and Benny Hill back when we lived in the mid-west. Our public television station would run shows from these two series during fundraising weeks.

The British people have a wonderful sense of offbeat humor and a weird fascination with spanking but to each, his own. Every time I see Spam in the grocery store, I think of those crazy people and wish we could return to a simpler time where our biggest problem was determining the airspeed velocity of an African swallow and what is the best way to tie a migratory coconut to it. At least we learned how to determine if someone is a witch or not. That would have made things a lot simpler for the Pilgrims in Salem. Watch out for the Killer Rabbit!

Once again thank you for struggling to the end of this post without resorting to beer, and as always if you’re in the bathroom with nothing to do, grab one of my stories: https://LarryArcher.blog/stories

XOXO Foxy and Larry

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