Once again, Foxy corrupts an innocent housewife and turns her into a complete slut for everyone’s enjoyment. This latest story from the smoking keyboard of Larry Archer is an erotic romp through the life of a MILF who becomes entangled in our big-haired girl’s tangled web like the spider to the fly.

This is the draft version of the cover I’m thinking of using. I may have to tone it down for Amazon but will probably go with it for SmashWords. I need to think of Apple iBooks and it might be too much for them. Apple is a big chunk of my reader market and I may have to tone the cover down but I’m not quite at that stage yet. The story is about 75-80% complete at this point.

Tony and Wanda buy a condo in the exclusive Towers complex close to the Las Vegas Strip. Tony is a troubleshooter for a multinational conglomerate. The night they move in, he is whisked off to London to solve a computer problem that threatens to shut down their UK operation.

His wife is left alone in their spacious condominium with only the clothes in her suitcase. Their furniture is stuck in a broken-down moving van halfway between St. Louis and Sin City. Wanda, a shy person, is forced to go to the restaurant in the complex alone as there is no food in the unit, and she doesn’t have a car.

Luckily, she meets Foxy and Chrissy, two regulars in the dirty stories from Larry Archer. They take her under their wing, and like everyone who stumbles into the erotic world of Foxy and Larry, she is soon on her knees begging for more!

The first portion of the story is tacked on at the end of this post to give you an idea of the plot beginning.

Larry and his wife are swingers in real life and have turned out a number of couples. Foxy has a secret radar that’s almost unfailing in identifying people who want to throw their house keys in a bowl.

Once, we met a fabulous couple while dining at a five-star restaurant. Foxy and I were waiting for our table when this couple walked up behind us. My Mom says that Foxy would talk to a fence post, and we were old friends within a couple of minutes. So I asked them if they would join us for dinner, and we ended up spending the night laughing and talking.

We had learned to pick up on clues from new couples, and it became evident that they would likely be interested in partying. We went out to dinner and dancing several times, and the scene quickly became more interesting. Foxy told me that she could feel his erection during dancing and had stroked his dick, being the slut she was.

His wife was similarly affectionate, and we kissed several times while dancing. She always made sure to rub her rack on me at every opportunity. She and Foxy were often holding hands, and I could tell she was in love also.

Our annual New Year’s Eve Pajama Party was coming up in a few weeks, so we invited them to the party. They seemed interested in coming but had a big social event that they couldn’t get out of. However, they promised to try and make it.

Around one A.M., they showed up at our PJ party. He was wearing a tuxedo, and she had this gorgeous floor-length dress cut down the back until it showed the beginning of her butt crack. The dress was slit up one side like the girl in the Good Girl ads (who I’m madly in love with!).

Everyone at the party was in lingerie or less, and we talked for a few minutes in the family room while watching the goings-on around us. Finally, Foxy undid the woman’s dress and let it fall to the floor. Then she took their hands, and we escorted them to the bedroom.

It was a great way to celebrate the new year, and the following day I was reading the gossip column online and read a story about the couple attending a massive charity event, and the wife was the talk of the ball with her scandalous dress on.

I laughed because I remembered it lying in a pile on my family room floor.

Following is an X-Rated excerpt from The Perfect Wife, cumming soon.

Wanda looked in the kitchen cabinet and as she already knew, the cupboard was bare. But it was no laughing matter. They had barely gotten moved in when Tony had to leave for London unexpectedly. As a troubleshooter, he had to often travel on short notice to one of his company’s offices. Now, Wanda was stuck in a strange town, without a car, and hungry to boot.

They had moved into The Towers yesterday in a comedy of errors. Their moving truck broke down in Arizona, and virtually everything beyond what was in their suitcases was somewhere in Arizona for God knows, how long? Wanda and her husband Tony had purchased the condominium in the exclusive complex that was right off the famous Strip of Las Vegas. Tony had decided to buy this place which was a little city inside the entertainment capital of the world.

“You’ll never have to leave the property,” Tony told her. “Everything we could ever need is here at The Towers. Restaurants, bars, tennis courts, and security like Fort Knox so I don’t have to worry about you when I’m out of town.”

We now have everything except food in the kitchen, she thought to herself.

Her only choice was to go down to the restaurant and get something to eat. I wish Tony were here, She thought as she didn’t relish the idea of eating alone. Wanda was shy and uncomfortable in public situations. She relied on Tony’s outgoing personality to help her through challenging situations with strangers. But the bottom line was she needed to eat!

Digging in her suitcase, Wanda found a blouse and skirt to wear. She had a clean pair of underwear, but her bra was covered in oil from a bottle of lotion that had cracked in the suitcase. Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in just her panties, Wanda appraised her breasts. She wished her boobs were bigger, but at least they were perky and didn’t sag.

She was tall with a slender body and long legs. Short brown hair and brown eyes didn’t add much, yet Wanda didn’t know what to do with herself. She often wondered what Tony saw in her as he was a hunk, and girls were always after him. I’m just a Plain Jane or Plain Wanda, She thought as she buttoned her blouse over her braless jugs.

Hopefully, no one will notice I’m not wearing a bra, she thought as she tried to figure out how high to button the blouse. Tony always wanted her to dress in a sexually provocative manner, but she was too timid to do it. Wanda finally decided to leave the top two unbuttoned. It showed a little cleavage but not too much. Stepping into the A-line skirt, she zipped it up and stepped in front of the mirror. I forgot how short this skirt is, she told herself as she remembered how much Tony loved it. He told her what great legs she had and always encouraged her to show off more.

Slipping into some modest heels, she walked to the elevator. After taking a deep breath, pressed the button for the ground floor. Following the signs, she walked to the restaurant and entered. There were two women already waiting, a tall brunette and a big redhead. From the back, Wanda could see that they were knockouts. Both girls were in ultra-short mini dresses that barely covered their rear ends. The brunette had long slender, well-toned legs, and the redhead was stockier with more of a body builder’s statue.

Wanda timidly stood behind the two girls and waited to be seated. The hostess came rushing up from somewhere and addressed the two women, “Hey, Foxy and Chrissy. Sorry to make you wait.” Then spying Wanda standing behind them, “Three for lunch?”

“No, two,” Foxy replied and then turned to look at Wanda. “Wait, are you alone?”

“Yes,” Wanda timidly replied.

Turning back to the hostess, Foxy said, “Three for lunch.” Then stepping aside, she motioned for Wanda to follow the hostess. The three of them followed the hostess, which ended up being a prolonged affair. Foxy stopped and talked to a number of the other guests. It seemed like she knew everyone, and Wanda wished she could be that confident in public. She met a bunch of people and immediately forgot their names as the next group was introduced.

Sitting at a four-top with a fabulous view of the Strip, Wanda saw that the front view was even more impressive. Foxy was wearing a wrap minidress that was open below her breasts. Apparently, she wasn’t wearing a bra either as the top of the dress gaped open, and her nipples were prominently poking through the thin top. And her girlfriend, Wanda, didn’t know if she should be afraid or not? The redhead looked like she’d just stepped out of a cage fight on Monday Night Raw. She had large boobs, also unfettered, that threatened to spill out of her top. But it was her body that caused a shudder to move through Wanda. Chrissy was about the same height as the brunette but with a solid frame that initially made Wanda think of a bodyguard. Chrissy wasn’t fat, but a big solid girl.

Foxy, the curly-headed brunette, looked at Wanda, asking, “I thought I knew most of the people in our tower. Do you live here?”

“We just moved in yesterday. Then my husband got sent to London in the middle of the night,” Wanda explained. “We flew in from St. Louis, and our moving truck is broken down somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico. I forgot where and I’m stuck here with virtually nothing to wear and no food in the kitchen to eat.”

“Your husband is in London?” Chrissy asked. “I can’t believe he left a gorgeous woman like you home alone.” With a warm smile, the big redhead reached over and patted Wanda’s arm. Her touch made Wanda react viscerally, and she tried to command her body to relax. All alone in a strange city and these emotions were threatening to overwhelm her with feelings she didn’t understand.

“Are you Foxy’s bodyguard?” Wanda asked as she warmed to the big redhead, who seemed very easygoing. She could tell that the tall curly-headed brunette was an “A” type and spent most of her time bouncing off the walls. Still, Foxy seemed so nice and noticed that Wanda was not comfortable with strangers and welcomed her into their little group.

“No,” Foxy laughed. “Chrissy is our girlfriend and lives with us. She’s certainly big enough to be a bodyguard, but no, Chrissy is harmless, except maybe when she’s around someone as gorgeous as you!”

“I didn’t mean that she is fat!” Wanda apologized. “I tend to make incorrect assumptions under stress. I don’t do well in crowds, and being here alone is one of my worst fears!”

“Hey, no harm, no foul!” Foxy laughed. “Let’s start over. I’m Foxy. My husband Larry and I live here in this tower, and Chrissy is our long-term girlfriend. We all moved here from the midwest like you and Tony.”

The waitress took their food and drink orders and then disappeared. Wanda took a deep breath and tried to center herself. The two beautiful women seemed nice enough, and it would be good to meet some people. They seemed to know everyone, and she relaxed as her stress level ramped down. She could feel the dampness spreading between her legs as the abundance of boobage kept stealing her thoughts.

Smiling at Foxy, Wanda said, “I appreciate you taking me under your wing. This is all so upsetting to me. Tony usually handles our interests, and it’s disconcerting to be dumped here alone!”

Foxy replied, “I assume that it was normal for Tony to jet off halfway around the world?”

“True,” Wanda agreed. “But, normally everything is routine, and there’s not all this uncertainty. I don’t do well with strangers.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chrissy said. “Foxy and I will run interference for you and take care of you until hubby is back. Besides, Foxy has never met a stranger, so stay close to her.”

Giggling, Foxy replied, “Be careful what you ask for!” Then she leaned over and kissed Wanda’s cheek.

Wanda turned bright pink with embarrassment and touched her cheek with her fingers. “Thank you, I think,” she said, and they all laughed.

After a lovely lunch, Foxy ordered wine for the three of them, and they talked casually about nothing in particular.

“If I’m not too out of line, can I ask about Chrissy being your girlfriend? If I were you, I’d be worried about my husband being alone with her.” Wanda asked as she had to know what the deal was?

“I don’t worry about my husband, and Chrissy is the least of our problems,” Foxy said and leaned over and gave Chrissy a long passionate kiss.

Wanda didn’t know what to say as she watched Foxy’s tongue working in her girlfriend’s mouth.

Chuckling, Foxy used her thumb to wipe the lipstick off Chrissy’s mouth. Then gave her a final kiss. “See, Chrissy is really my girlfriend, and Larry’s also if the truth were known.”

“Are you two lesbians?” Wanda asked, confused.

“No,” Foxy laughed. “I’m bisexual, and so is Chrissy. Well, she leans a little closer to the lezzy side than I do.”

“Bisexual?”Wanda asked. What does that mean? She asked herself.

“We play for both teams,” Chrissy giggled as she ran her fingers up the inside of Wanda’s leg.

“Oh!” Wanda replied as what they were saying sunk in.

“It’s okay,” Foxy laughed. “It’s only slightly contagious, and we don’t bite. Well, not that hard anyway!”

“This is all so new to me?” Wanda replied. “You and Chrissy have sex? How does that work?”

“If you want the gory details, Chrissy has a strap-on dick that she uses on me, but we also like to kiss a lot,” Foxy giggled. “We should probably have a few more drinks before giving you the full 4-1-1.”

“I’ve never known any gay people,” Wanda said out loud. “You seem normal?”

Both Foxy and Chrissy broke down laughing as Wanda looked back and forth between the two of them. “Wanda, you’re a trip,” Foxy said. “Normal is one of the last terms I’d use to describe Chrissy and me.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes, I say stupid things. I don’t mean any disrespect. It’s just that I don’t normally go out with strangers and usually stay at home,” Wanda apologized. “There are times when I say what I’m thinking rather than keep my mouth shut.”

“That’s okay; we love virgins,” Foxy laughed. “We’re fixing to go swimming and layout by the pool. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to,” Wanda said. “But, I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s not a problem. Neither do we,” Foxy said.

“Skinny dipping?”