Unless you’ve slept through my other musings, you know that I write erotic stories that often revolve around our dalliances with other couples and a fair number of the fairer sex. The fairer sex is often for my slutty wife, who I love with all my heart and excuse her of bedding most of the girls she knows.

In her defense, she usually lets me watch if I’m not allowed to play with her friends. Funny as it may sound, we have our girlfriends and she has her girlfriends. If you’ve ever taken Set Theory, you’ve seen the two circles which intersect meaning that some of the girlfriends in the “Our” circle may also be in “Her” circle.

Now if I was a rational normal person I would be pissed off if I wasn’t allowed to play with “Her” girlfriends but had to settle for “Our” girlfriends. One of the lessons I learned early on in the Lifestyle was that my wife and I had the same taste in women, generally speaking.

Many times I would be just about to ask some sweet thing if she’d show me her’s if I showed her mine. Then out of the clear blue, Wifey would show up with her jugs hanging out and seduce my potential partner right out from underneath me, in the biblical sense.

So I’m left there, with my dick in my hand so to speak, while Wifey gets to sample the forbidden fruit of my labors. But on the other hand, she’s nice enough to forgive me when I screw up big time.

This leads to my problem, “I need conflict!” just as robot Johnny 5 needs input (Short Circuit 1986 – I’m a sucker for old science fiction movies).

When you write a story, you should have a number of elements in the story, such as conflict and resolution. As well as someone you can hate and who gets it in the end.

My problem is with “conflict” as in my wife is a dirty cheating slut; I catch her (hopefully in the act with a photographer, not fucking the photographer but one to take pictures of the evidence), pitch her ass in the street, and then beat up her lover (who has a smaller dick than mine). Then I’d forgive her and we’d have makeup sex and live happily ever after.

The problem with that scenario is that I’d probably have to beat up some girl, whose strap-on is a lot bigger than mine (like the one our redheaded girlfriend Chrissy has. Note I said “Our.” Plus Chrissy has a weight lifters body and would probably hurt me!)

One of my favorite authors, Stephen King, said that he lets his characters play out in his head and he just records what they say and do. I find that this is the way I write.

I’ll see something or get a “what if” thought and then my dirty mind goes to work with it. Throwing the fictional characterizations of ourselves and our friends into the mix to see how it comes out.

Now here’s where the problem with conflict comes in. I can’t picture ourselves in conflict and if anything I’m going to be the one to get caught playing hide the weenie rather than her. So if I can’t picture ourselves having a big knock down drag out, it’s really hard to work conflict into my stories.

But there is hope, and if the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train, I might be able to insert conflict into my stories, along with resolution, and a asshole for everyone to hate.

One of the stories I’ve done recently is “Wife Swap 2” available at SmashWords and Amazon, thank you very much.

Wife Swap 2 follows along from the premise that two women meet at the gym and realize that the other girl matches the perfect image of the girl of her husband’s dreams. So naturally they decide to swap hubby’s for the weekend, with a 2nd base limit (if you remember high school). Naturally 2nd base gets blown away at the get go and our lucky couples end up in the rack, with the other’s partner. This doesn’t sound too bad but hang on the conflict is coming.

Now after completely forgetting the not coveting your neighbor part, they end up at the strip club ran by our resident swingers, Foxy and Larry.

As luck would have it, Foxy was wearing her thigh high leather boots and leather bustier that evening and decides to beat some sense into one of our now housewife turned slut, who is now in love. The feeling was mutual and a dog collar cinched the deal as our previously innocent housewife learned to take her “position” on her knees and to the right of her Mistress.

Naturally hubby was pissed off and promptly showed the door as his ex-wife turned slave gave up everything for her new Mistress.

Then I started feeling sorry for the ex and worked in a girl to take his wife’s place so that he wasn’t alone anymore.

So far that’s pretty much my limit on conflict and resolution in a story but I need to have some major blowup between Foxy and Larry. It’s just that I have a problem thinking of a suitable plot as in real life, we don’t have issues like that.

I’d like to believe that Wifey would not leave me for another woman, except maybe for a Tranny, who could keep it up. Back in the Mid-West she met a bikini contest winner, who in real life was a dude but while he was really pretty, with an awesome body, all of the plumbing didn’t work well.

So I’m trying to come up with some type of heavy duty conflict that doesn’t make my conscience hurt but so far nothing. All of my stories are typically what’s called HEA or Happily Ever After as that’s been our experience in swinging. I may just have to accept the fact that my erotica doesn’t have conflict and resolution, just graphic hard core sex that drips out of the corner of your wife’s mouth!