Apparently, there are different types of erotica, which I’m sometimes reminded of by other authors. There is romantic erotica which covers the naughty bits with long flowery prose. “He thrust his tumescent love sword into my pink flower pedals, covered in dew.”

WTF? Does anyone really talk like that?

“Jamming his massive, rock hard cock into my quivering engorged cunt felt like shoving a cattle prod into my pussy as my brain exploded from the orgasm!”

Then there is the story which teases you up until the final paragraph when we find that they really did it after you’ve read page after page of buildup.

“Blah, blah, blah, ripping her clothes off he defiled her virginity as the sun slowly sunk in the west.”

I think that a lot of authors don’t want to admit that they enjoy the dirty parts of sex when you have to resort to four letter words to explain yourself. I realize that a lot of my opinions have been formed from being in the Lifestyle, which is a euphemism for wife swapping, throwing your keys in a bowl, screwing your best friend’s wife, and fucking someone you just met.

The realization that you can be in bed with your wife and your dick is still wet from the last girl and having her give you a hand job while telling you about the fucking she just got can be mind-altering.

What I’ve come to realize is that our attitudes towards sex have definitely been skewed by our lifestyle. At a house party, when someone is getting a blow job in the living room as you discuss politics is probably unusual to most people but common to us.

Have you been to a cocktail party where your slave is in “position,” on her knees to your right? Head down, hands clasped behind her back, tits up and out, and completely naked except for heels and not allowed to speak without permission. You reach down and fondle her tits while talking to someone else’s wife about getting together and “partying.” Your slave might even have to hold the whip in her mouth for you to discipline her with if she transgresses.

Partying is another of our euphemisms for fucking and sucking, bumping uglies, or doing the dirty deed. Like straights, we also have our own keywords but are a little more direct.

To say that our parties are more fun than your typical office mixer is probably an understatement but in actuality more honest. I enjoy the fact that Wifey is always looking out for me, and if I miss some hottie, she will make sure and point her out to me, usually just before she jumps her.

To be able to discuss the physical attributes of somebody’s wife and then do rock-paper-scissors to see who gets her first is interesting, to say the least. I will have to admit that my wife and I both like the same types of girls and just when I think I’m about to score, she’ll swoop in and take her off my hands. But at least I usually get to watch and have sloppy seconds.

Likewise, when one of our friends is at the party who is affectionally known as “Horse Dick,” I have to assume that Foxy will be the first in line, on her knees to take care of him.

But throughout everything, everyone will go home with their partner. You would think that divorce would be rampant with swingers, but the exact opposite is true. We know couples who’ve been married forty years and still going strong.

I think the reason is the old grass is greener on the other side of the fence. I can’t speak for women but will often see some girl who meets my fancy and I wonder how she’d be in the rack. When you’re married, this means cheating, which often ends up poorly.

We don’t consider swinging as cheating since it’s all above board and your partner knows all about it. Sometimes, they will even be a willing participant.

This has been a long way of saying that I write erotica from our views on the subject. There is nothing wrong with sex, while it can often be nasty, it’s excitingly nasty.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to shoot off on your wife’s face and in her open mouth? I have to tell you, it’s pretty fucking cool, especially when you watch her licking the spunk off her lips. The only better thing is watching her girlfriend lick it off and then kissing her!

This is what I carry to my stories, or hope to. I write “stroke erotica,” except with a plot as I like to think. With erotica from the dirty mind of Larry Archer, somebody doing/getting done is on virtually every page of the story. Interspersed with all the four-letter words is what I hope will be an interesting storyline to keep you engaged.

My stories are humorous and typically always HEA (happily ever after) with no cute little doe-eyed rabbits being harmed in the making. Besides a bunch of electrons being abused, no one is tortured in the making of my stories, except for those who need discipline.

I often include a BDSM content in my stories for those who enjoy the Master/slave or Mistress/slave experience. While personally not deep into either kink, my wife, on the other hand, loves to dress up in her leather bustier with a quarter-cup bra, black thong, and thigh high leather boots to minister to her slaves. I enjoy watching her grind her spike heel in her slave’s back while marking his/her bare butt with a whip or flogger. I just take pictures and jerk off!

What’s always surprised me is that roughly half of my readers are women. When I first started writing erotic stories, I just assumed that I was talking to a predominately male audience. But what I quickly realized is that there are a lot of women out there who enjoy recreational sex stories where they can let their inhibitions fall alongside their skirts. Sex without love can be more fulfilling, and you don’t have to pretend, “I’m a nice girl, I’d never do that!”

The women in my stories may call themselves sluts, but are never demeaned or looked down upon. What you learn in swinging is that women call the shots. There is an old saying, “The husband gets a couple into swinging, but it’s the wife that keeps them in.”

To say that I have a dirty, degenerate mind is possibly an understatement. Maybe it is my raincoat and bag of candy that gave you a clue? I carry this theme to my stories and if you like well-written smut, give Larry Archer’s stories a try.

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Here is an excerpt from my soon to be released House Party 2, which continues the story from the original House Party.

X-Rated Excerpt from House Party 2

As he lay there with Suzy softly sucking his dick, he thought about what Suzy’s husband had asked of him. He could hear Suzy’s breathing slow and become deeper as she slipped off to dreamland.

“Suzy, wake up for a second!” Larry asked.

Half-asleep, she replied, “What is it, Larry, do you need to fuck me again?” Then she resumed sucking his cock.

“I heard that the Sheriff’s Department has some big exercise this weekend with Homeland Security and there’s a good possibility that your husband will be tied up all weekend. I thought that this would be a good time to spend the weekend together. What do you think?”

“Speaking of tied up, will you promise to keep me naked and tied to your bed,” Suzy replied with a giggle as she kissed the head of his cock. “Promise and remember that I was under your desk for the conversation with Doug?”

“Why don’t I get one of the girls to drive you and your car to my condo. I’ve got to finish a couple of reports but will be about an hour behind you. That’ll give you a chance to meet Sherry and Chrissy.”

“Okay, if you promise not to be late.”

“I will not be more than one hour,” Larry confirmed. Then he asked Linda if she would take care of getting Suzy to his condo. Linda helped Suzy get her clothes organized and shoes on. After kissing Suzy and Linda goodbye, Larry picked the reports up from the floor and started going back through them.

Finishing up the reports, he was satisfied that everything was in order. Just as he was sliding the reports into a desk drawer, some wild-eyed looking guy burst into the room. He didn’t look like a gang or mob guy, but Larry reached behind his back and closed his fingers around the 45-caliber XDM Springfield compact semi-automatic clipped to the back of his pants in an SOB (small of the back) holster.

Just as he was deciding whether to pull the pistol or not, Tiny and Steve burst into his office. Tiny was six-foot-four and two-hundred and forty pounds of muscle. Ex-Delta, Tiny was their go-to henchman.

Steve was just as lethal except from a longer distance. Steve was an ex-scout sniper who was suffering from PTSD but recovering. Steve’s specialty was dropping someone who was two-thousand yards away with a 50-caliber Barrett. Steve was six foot and moved like a cat. He looked a lot like a surfer with short blond hair and a nasty scar down on his arm.

It took them a second to get in the room, and Larry almost laughed at the two guys trying to get into the room at the same time. Tiny could just barely fit through the door by himself, and with Steve pushing, they were basically jammed in the door frame.

Behind them, he could see, Jack, his security manager. Jack was in his early fifties and an ex-cop who he had partied with back in the mid-west. Jack was a cuckold with a beautiful MILF Hotwife. Pam was a voluptuous blond with shoulder length hair and nice boobs, along with a figure that would make a much younger girl proud.

Jack loved to watch Larry take care of his wife and would jerk off while Larry screwed Pam. Pam was virtually insatiable, and sometimes, it was a challenge to wear her out. Jack ran a tight ship at The Fox’s Den, and Larry was surprised that this loon got past everyone.

Finally, after almost tearing the door frame off, Tiny grabbed the guy and twisted his arms behind his back.

“Sorry, Larry. He slipped past us before we noticed him,” Tiny said in his deep hoarse voice that sounded like gravel being poured out of a bucket. “I’ll take him out and teach him some manners!”

“Wait, a second,” Larry said. “Who are you, and what do you want?”

The average looking guy was in his mid-thirties, and the realization that he had screwed up big time was becoming apparent.

“Are you fucking my wife?” the guy yelled.

“I’m not sure?” Larry answered, honestly. “What’s her name?”

“Lola!”

“Lola doesn’t sound familiar. Why would you think I’m banging your wife?”

“She confessed that she slept with you and I’m pissed!”

“Do you have a picture of her?” Larry asked as he tried to place the guy’s wife.

The guy reached for his pocket, causing Tiny to clamp down on his arm. As he howled in pain, he said, “My phone, I was only getting my phone.”

“Slowly,” Tiny growled.

Pulling out his phone, the guy opened to the gallery and showed Larry a picture of his wife.

“Oh, yeah!” Larry said. “Did she come in here with a bunch of girls for a bride’s night out?”

“Yes, she was the maid-of-honor for my best friend and his fiancé.”

“Was the bride to be a tall blonde with a nice rack and long legs?”

“That’s her. Did you fuck my wife?”

“Sorry, to say but yes I banged your wife.”

“Are you still screwing her?”

“No,” Larry answered simply.

“What’s the matter? Is she not good enough for you?” The man was now pissed that I didn’t want to fuck his wife again. Give me a break! Larry thought.

“No, it’s not like that at all. She forgot to give me her phone number, and I didn’t know how to contact her. I guarantee that I’d be fucking her if I got the chance.”

“Well, that’s better, but I’m not sure if I like you fucking my wife.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I had a threesome with your wife and your best friend’s wife that night!”

“What! You fucked my buddy’s wife also?”

“Yeah, I did.”

The man stopped and mulled over what he’d just learned. Finally, he asked, “Well, how was she?”

“Your wife or the bride?”

“Both.”

“Your wife is a great fuck. You should be proud of her. I remember doing your wife while the bride was sitting on her face, getting her pussy ate out when the bride pulled my dick out of your wife’s cunt and sucked me off.”

“She sucked you off? My friend says that she doesn’t suck dick!”

“Maybe she doesn’t suck his dick, but she sure sucked mine. Then she kissed your wife with a mouthful of cum. Here, wait I have a picture on my phone.”

Larry pulled his phone out and flipping through the photos, selected one and showed it to the man. “This is your wife, right?”

“That’s her.”

“See the cum running out of her and your friend’s wife’s mouth?”

“You really fucked my wife, didn’t you?”

“And her girlfriend also,” Larry confessed.

Holding Larry’s phone, he said, “I wish I could have seen that?”

Looking at Jack in the doorway, he saw Jack nod his head. Then turning to the man, Larry said, “Would you like to have a copy of the video?”

“You have a video?”

“Jack films most everything that goes on around here,” Larry said simply.

“I can’t believe you had a threesome with my wife and her best friend. Do you think I should tell him?”

“Is he going to react like you?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I’ll look at the video, and we could watch it together.”

“Do me a favor, you’re welcome here but don’t think about causing any trouble. I would hate for your wife to become a widow. She was a willing partner, and I’m not planning on moving in on your territory, so take better care of her, and maybe she won’t come back.”

“Okay, can I leave now?”

“Sure, the boys will show you to the door.”

“Larry?”

“Yes?”

“Could I write down my wife’s name and phone number for you?”

“I’d like that,” Larry replied.

As his boys escorted the somewhat subdued husband out, his phone rang.

End of Excerpt

Just one scene in a long story of non-stop sex!