“Walk on the Wild Side” by Larry Archer

You may have believed the rumors that for the last few months, Larry Archer has been sitting cross-legged in a Tibetan cave contemplating the lint in his navel. Or maybe, that Larry has been in the bathroom jerking off when he should have been publishing the HEA explicit erotica that he is known for?

No, he’s been feverously pounding on the keyboard of his computer but not getting anything out the door. Larry’s problem is that his degenerate mind is always in the gutter where he finds ideas for his next smut story, along with jerking off regularly.

Initially, it was the follow-up story to House Party, which is cleverly titled House Party 2, as I tried to fix the problems with Foxy and Larry’s marriage that I caused in House Party. At the same time, I’ve tried to learn Scrivener, which is a whole different story on its own. After getting House Party 2 to almost 50,000 words, I got sidetracked by Walk on the Wild Side, a story about two neglected housewives who decide to jump into the deep end of the swinger’s pool.

So far I’m lucky that Foxy does not like to read stories on her phone or MacBook, she prefers things that she can hold in her hand. I’m not sure if I’m going to catch hell for the way I portrayed her fictional side in House Party.

The characters Foxy and Larry, along with a number of other regulars in my stories, are loosely based upon ourselves and our experiences in the Lifestyle or swinging. In House Party, Foxy runs off with a married man to California after meeting him at a house party.

In real life, this would never happen as we are in a stable and conflict-free relationship. Well except for the occasional argument about who gets the new girl first. But being the gentleman I am, I always let my wife have her first, and I have to settle for sloppy seconds. But I usually get to watch and take movies.

Even when Foxy, the slut, ran off with some guy, she left me his wife, and so things weren’t all bad, beyond the fact she was blonde. Of course being Swedish didn’t hurt either. Besides getting Delphine for her side of the bed, Foxy called in a favor from Sherry to help out.

Sherry is a hot new television reporter on Channel 13, who Larry had a brief affair with before Foxy figured it out. Larry, who can never keep a secret, spilled the beans about his illicit affair.

Before you ask, Foxy and Larry don’t cheat. Having swinger sex with others is not considered cheating, and so what he did with a straight girl was strictly verboten. Our fictional Foxy and Larry both fucked up, and knock on wood, would never do that in real life.

While I can’t justify Larry slupping some gorgeous blonde (another blonde?) with a perfect store-bought body, there was some rationale for Foxy running amok. Larry met Foxy at a photographer’s party before she was twenty-one and a babe in the woods, so to speak.

Foxy was a runway model and part-time photographer’s model when they met and had never experienced the typical single life of a twenty-something gorgeous girl. Larry is a few years older and more experienced in the ways of the world, not like his innocent young spouse.

House Party gave me the opportunity to let Foxy run free and live more on the edge for a while. She has always been the more adventuresome one in our relationship, and I’ve tried to keep her from making too many poor choices. Letting her run away to Los Angeles, gave her the opportunity to sow some of her wild oats.

The real Foxy is an interesting contrast in terms and never ceases to amaze Larry. She loves to instigate the action but will often disappear when the clothes start falling off. Then at other times, she thinks nothing of rolling around half-naked on a dance floor with some girl she just met or dropping to her knees at the sight of a big dick.

My mind is starting to drift, like when I see a shiny object, and I’m losing focus on what I was trying to say, I’ll try to get back on track.

House Party is a novel-sized story at 85,000 words and difficult to cram in much detail in a blog post. If you’re interested, grab a copy at Kinky Literature by clicking this link to read the whole saga. You can also read it for free on Kindle Unlimited by clicking here.

After finishing House Party, I realized that I needed to patch things up between Foxy and Larry before their relationship got out of hand. It was interesting to write the story because much of the story line was completely out of character for us. While the story version of Foxy and Larry are fictional, they are as real and close to the real Foxy and Larry as I can make without outing us.

A lot of the things in the story, we would never do, but it was fun to let my imagination run wild with a lot of “what if’s.” House Party 2 was designed to make things right again, but as usual, I got to around 50,000 words and needed a break from Scrivener.

That’s when the idea of two co-workers going to a presentation on the swinging Lifestyle after realizing that their husbands would never think of them as anything besides a cook and maid.

Naturally, Sandy and Kim fall into the clutches of Foxy and Chrissy, who take them over to the dark side. Master Yoda was not there to save them, and the two women quickly learned that not all men spend their time watching Monday Night Football.

I’m rapidly closing on the end of Walk on the Wild Side, and assuming I stick with that title, I should have it out the door in a week or two. I’ve promised myself to immediately go back to finish House Party 2, but I’ve already got an idea for a good story about a Hotwife. This story is completely different from the normal cuckold-Hotwife story, and hopefully I can focus on HP2 before I jump on the new story.

Walk on the Wild Side is a 50K word story about two girls who have inattentive husbands and spend most of their free time watching sports on television. Our two heroines, Sandy and Kim, try everything they can think of to get their husbands interested.

Losing weight, going to the gym, and finally taking a pair of scissors to their skirts and joining the No Bra Club is the final attempt. When that doesn’t work, Kim suggests that they go to a presentation on swinging that she saw online.

As you can probably imagine, knowing Larry Archer, things quickly heat up as our girls find themselves in the clutches of Foxy and Larry. Swingers always laugh about the fact that “straights” never have a clue as to what is going on around them. Sandy and Kim find themselves in the deep end of the pool but kiss and decide to make the best of a good situation.

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Erotica from the Dirty Mind of Larry Archer

Below is an X-Rated Excerpt for Walk on the Wild Side

Sandra waited for the Accounts Payable program to finish the report and was pleased to see that everything was properly balanced. Using the mouse, she started to close the program when a message popped up at the bottom corner of the screen.

She opened it and read the note from her friend Kim in HR.

Can you meet me in the break room?

See you in 5, she replied.

Exiting the accounting program, Sandra hummed to herself as she wondered what her friend was up to. Probably some new guy, Sandy said to herself. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she had just gotten divorced and was on the prowl.

Grabbing her iPhone off the desk, she pushed her chair back and got up. She automatically tugged her skirt down as she was still not completely comfortable with the new short skirts and sexy outfits she wore now. The guys at work were all good-natured, but they kidded her about the hem lines and how much leg she was showing.

Her new dress code was also her friend’s fault, but deep down, Sandy loved the new look. She’d complained to Kim that her husband was ignoring her and her friend had suggested updating her wardrobe and getting rid of the matronly style of clothes she normally wore.

Sandy was a product of a deeply religious and puritanical household where sex was never mentioned. She wondered how she’d even been conceived as sex was so disgusting that it was hard to believe that her parents had ever done “it.” Must have been an immaculate conception!

Luckily, her husband had been a patient lover and slowly worked her out of a lot of the hangups from her upbringing. Their first few years of marriage were a lot of fun. Now, with the stresses of her husband’s job, things had started to change a lot. He often came home exhausted and would just eat and go to bed, without her.

Sex was once every few weeks and nothing to write home about. It only took him a couple of minutes to ejaculate, and he’d just roll over and go to sleep, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied.

She had found a partner in crime with Kim, who was suffering the same fate. Kim complained that her husband wanted a maid instead of a wife. As long as his clothes were clean and dinner was on the table, he seemed to completely ignore her.

To entice their husbands, the girls had lost weight, started going to the gym, and buying sexy clothes. But, it seemed that the only thing they could attract were their coworkers. If their husbands paid as much attention to them as the guys in the office, they’d have it made.

Sandy walked into the break room and started brewing a cup of coffee with the Keurig. She was just pouring in cream when Kim entered. She was starting to notice how hot Kim was becoming. Losing weight, toning up, and trimming her skirts off had really made a difference.

Studying Kim, it looked like she’d forgotten to put on a bra, and the natural look of her breasts was very erotic. Coupled with her mid-thigh skirt made Sandy wonder what it would be like to be with another woman.

Laughing to herself, she thought, My parents would kill me if they knew I was wondering about lesbian sex with my girlfriend!

“Damn, you look hot today,” Sandy told her girlfriend as she joined her at the table. “Did you forget to put on a bra today?”

“Can you tell? I can’t believe how comfortable it is and I wish I’d burned mine years ago!” Kim told her with a giggle.

“It’s subtle but very erotic to see the natural curve of your breasts and watch them bounce as you walk!”

“Then, you approve?”

“Yes, indeed! I might even try that look myself,” Sandra replied. “What did you want to talk about?”

Kim leaned in and whispered, “Have you ever heard of The Fox’s Den?”

“That’s one of those disgusting strip clubs, isn’t it? Where the guys ogle those nasty sluts, who strip off for money!”

“According to Yelp, it’s the hottest club in town,” Kim replied as she flipped her phone over and unlocked it. Turning the phone towards Sandy, she glanced around to be sure they were alone, to show her the message.

Staring at the display, she read, “Ever wonder about swinging? Free presentation tonight for women only to learn about the Lifestyle.”

“Swinging!” Sandy blurted out.

“Not so loud,” Kim cautioned her. “People are already saying enough things about us!”

“Do you want your husband sleeping with some other guy’s wife?”

“Well, to be honest, at least one of us might be getting lucky,” Kim replied with a chuckle.

“Would you actually cheat on your husband?”

“I don’t think they consider it cheating as it’s all above board and out in the open.”

Sandy thought for a moment, “I’m not sure I could sleep with someone else.”

“It’s just a presentation, and you’re not expected to sleep with anyone. Wouldn’t you like to find out what it’s all about? According to the Internet, it’s more common than you might think. Plus, it might make our husbands more attentive if they see other guys hitting on us.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Sandra replied cautiously.

“Come on, what could it hurt? Plus, we can watch strippers dancing, and it doesn’t cost anything! Live dangerously and remember this is Monday Night Football, so we’re going to be completely ignored if we go home!”

“Okay, if you’re sure!”

“That’s my girl. Call your husband and tell him we’re going out for dinner and a drink. That’s not really a lie! Also, tell him you might spend the night at my house.”

“I probably should have my head examined for letting you talk me into this, but what the hell!” Sandy said as she gave in. She’d heard about swingers, who swap partners but never really considered it. What would it be like to sleep with someone other than my husband?

Going back to her desk, Sandy stewed about what she’d just agreed to. Going to a strip club is bad enough, but now I’ve signed up for a class on swinging!

She couldn’t ignore how damp her panties were and tried to squirm around in her seat to relieve the itch she’d suddenly developed. The thought of going to a strip club full of naked women and horny guys worried her. What should I do if the guys get carried away and try to rape Kim or me? She asked herself.

An image of a bare-chested man standing over her girlfriend as he ripped her blouse off, crossed her mind. Kim’s nipples, flushed with excitement, burned a hole in her mind as she pictured the man pulling a monstrous penis out of his pants.

Sandy pictured her girlfriend as the man held her by the hair and pulled her mouth towards his throbbing cock. His dick was swollen with pre-cum leaking out of the purple head as he stroked it with his hand while directing it towards Kim’s mouth.

That’s when she realized that Kim had her mouth open and her tongue stuck out to guide that huge tool into her throat. Her girlfriend had a wicked smile on her face as she kissed the huge head and licked off the pre-cum.

Sandy licked her lips as she tried to picture what it would feel like to have a dick that big in her mouth. The guy in her vision was two or three times bigger than her husband, and his cock had never been that hard or delicious looking.

“Did you finish the morning’s reports?” she heard from behind her. “What?” she snapped out as she realized that this was a daydream or fantasy while she was sitting at her desk.

“I didn’t mean to startle you! I was wondering if you’d finished the reports?” her boss’s administrative asked.

“Oh, excuse me, my mind was elsewhere. Here you go,” Sandy replied as she handed the woman a stack of financial reports.

That was so real, she told herself. I almost got to watch my girlfriend suck some guy’s big cock!

Shaking her head but it was no use, the image of her girlfriend sucking dick would not go away. It was like watching a movie except it seemed completely real. She could see how Kim licked the pre-cum off his dick with relish.

Kim tried to swallow the handsome stranger’s penis without much success. His dick was so big that she could hold it with both hands and still not fit the rest in her mouth. The man started to fuck Kim’s mouth with his shiny rod, and the girl’s cheeks bulged as she tried to take it all in.

It was obvious, the man was choking her with that monster, but Kim never pushed back, and she knew that her girlfriend would choke to death without a single complaint. Her girlfriend’s eyes were dilated as her face slowly turned blue from lack of oxygen.

At least, she’s going to die happy, Sandy told herself as she watched her girlfriend impaled on a cock that was the size of her arm.

The man relaxed his grip on Kim’s head long enough for her to take a big gasp of air. Instead of pushing away, Kim shoved her mouth back down on the big cock and bobbed up and down, trying to get it all in her throat.

He held her hair tightly and with a roar, shot off in her girlfriend’s mouth. Sandy could see Kim’s eyes open wide and then roll back in her head as she started to convulsively jerk. She was climaxing as cum started to run out of the corners of her mouth.

Sandy reflexively licked her lips as she watched the stream of cum run down Kim’s cheek and drip on her heaving breasts. The electricity between her legs was impossible to ignore as she pressed against her mound to try and relieve the fire that burned between her legs, while her girlfriend sucked off the stranger.

She realized that she had better go to the ladies room else she might do something she’d later regret while sitting at her desk. Grabbing her purse, she headed towards the bathroom. She could feel her face burning and hoped that no one would ask if she was okay before she could lock herself in a stall.

Slipping her panties down, she could tell that they were sopping wet and so just took them off to put in her purse. I’ve never been this wet in my life, Sandra told herself as she tried to pat her sex dry. Throwing the wet toilet paper in the toilet, she rubbed her throbbing clit to try and get some relief.

Leaning her head against the cool stall wall, she closed her eyes and immediately her girlfriend’s rape fantasy restarted in her mind. Now she was on her knees alongside her girlfriend watching as Kim continued to lick and suck her lover’s huge dick like a popsicle.

Kim smiled at her and offered the wet cock to her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sandy leaned over and opened her mouth as wide as possible. She could still taste his cum as she sucked the head and lapped at it with her tongue. The size of his dick was threatening to split her mouth open at the corners, but she didn’t let that stop her.

She could feel the leftover cum running down her tongue as she carefully licked up his juice. The aroma of her girlfriend’s pussy was strong, and the very thought of sucking his dick after he had fucked her girlfriend made her nipples twist up into hard knots.

Sandy was picturing her girlfriend lying on the floor with her feet on the guy’s shoulders as he drove his cock deep into her wet hole. She had her cheek on Kim’s abdomen as she watched her girlfriend get fucked. The smell of Kim’s pussy was driving her wild, and she licked his wet dick and her girlfriend’s clit while she was getting pounded.

It was so erotic to see his big rod, slick and shiny, move in and out of her girlfriend’s sweet pussy. When he pulled back, she would lean in and lick the juice off his shaft as Kim tightened her fingers in Sandy’s hair.

Kim would grunt every time his dick rammed into her cervix, and Sandy could imagine how it was going to feel when he fucked her. The idea of the stranger pulling his wet cock out of her girlfriend and making her suck it before jamming it into her fuck hole was making lightning flash behind her eyelids.

The taste of her girlfriend’s cunt as she finger-fucked herself was irresistible. Her juicy fingers slid easily into her mouth, greased by pussy juice. Using her thumb to rub her clit, Sandy worked her pussy. Her orgasm was sudden and unexpected as she felt the electricity strike deep inside her addled brain.

She continued to lay her head against the sidewall of the stall, and the cool material helped lower her temperature. Her brain finally started to work again, and that’s when she realized that she was sucking her dirty fingers and could still taste the flavor of being deep in her wet hole.

Pulling her two fingers out of her mouth, Sandy looked at them as she realized what she’d just done. Smelling the scent of her overheated love box, she carefully cleaned her fingers up until all the taste was gone.

Her legs were weak as she washed her hands. On the one hand, she hated to wash them as her fingers had tasted so good. But, the notion that more of her juices were easily available made her smile to herself.

About LarryArcher

Larry Archer's the name, smut's my game. I am a writer of erotic literature that's generally always HEA (Happily Ever After), which typically involves no regrets sex. I write in a humorous style with a plot and suitable for reading with one hand. My stories are full of sexual situations that are often taken straight from our swinger lifestyle in Las Vegas. If you want to enjoy erotica, where every page is dripping with action, give me a try.
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6 Responses to “Walk on the Wild Side” by Larry Archer

  1. lisabetsarai says:

    This sounds sensational, Larry! Looking forward to reading it.

    BTW I think you mean “hem line” not “helm line” ;^)

    Sorry – just can’t turn off my inner editor.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. LarryArcher says:

    Thanks, my bad! Fixed and while I’ve got you, he! he!, how does the title hit you? I’m not 100% on that yet?


  3. Mark K says:

    Seems a similar back story as “Idle Hands”.
    That was a fun read, but what would Freud say about you “getting side tracked” writing back to back stories about bored housewives stepping out? 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. LarryArcher says:

    Mark, I somewhat agree with you but this one has a slightly different twist to it. Hotwifing seems to be the big thing nowadays. After finishing House Party 2, I’ve got another Hotwife story in the works which will be completely different. I’m like the guy with a hammer and everything looks like a nail but I’ll get on a different topic pretty soon. I’ve got another story that’s completely different, which I’ve been working on for some time and hopefully, I can get it done before I get sidetracked on something else.

    I’m amazed at the number of women looking to have an affair. Not leaving their husband but as you say “Stepping out.” When I used to live in Houston, there is a bar there which is frequented by horny housewives. It’s funny how they change shifts about an hour before their husband gets in so they can run home and cook supper.


  5. Mark K says:

    Hey! You promised a story about Sam’s European Goo Girl Adventure!
    I hope that’s your “now for something completely different” story idea.

    I had to slip the quote in since last Saturday was the 50th anniversary of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

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  6. LarryArcher says:

    Mark, Okay I’m releasing Walk on the Wild Side this weekend and next will be finishing House Party 2 and I’ll start working on Samantha’s Goo Girl Adventure next.


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