The Shrink is coming along nicely, and I wanted to share my current draft version of the paperback cover. The cover is a wide PDF file of the back + spine + front as one image. This is my current thinking on the cover, and I’ll probably grab the right side of the paperback cover for the electronic version of the book. You’ll have to imagine that image wrapped around Larry’s hot smut!

Since the fictional Foxy has discovered an affinity for well-hung college boys and frat house gangbangs, she’s somewhat concerned about the impact this is having on her marriage. While she’s not worried to the point of fixing the problem, Foxy would like to figure out where the line is that she shouldn’t cross. Or at least how far her toes can hang over.

Foxy decides to visit a psychiatrist in the hopes that he can help her understand why she needs to be a bigger slut than usual. Larry has patiently acquiesced to her demands and built a movie studio and production facility in Las Vegas for her to continue making pornographic movies.

In a scene out of The Godfather, Larry and some of the Den’s security guards convinced Foxy’s previous production company owner to release her contract and that of her favorite director so he could move them to Las Vegas. While not quite a horse’s head on the pillow moment, he probably won’t be sending any free movie passes to Larry anytime soon.

As usual, Foxy steps on her dick right off the bat and falls in love (heat?) with the good doctor’s receptionist. Momentarily detoured, she hooks up with the assistant and then discovers how gorgeous the shrink is. She was expecting Sigmond Freud and discovered Lorenzo Lamas in his bodice ripper days.

Of course, Candy, the receptionist, can’t decide if she would rather jump in the rack with Foxy, her husband, or both. At this point, I’m down about 40,000 words and still have to finish getting everyone laid.

The shrink’s wife is getting suspicious about her husband playing hide the weenie with Foxy, and I’m starting to work her into the storyline. We’ll have to see whether she becomes a nagging bitch or just another slut added to the mixture.

Somehow as all my stories end up, this will be a HEA or Happily Ever After novel. We are swingers in real life, and I try to portray situations that are “somewhat” like we’ve seen in our travels. The lifestyle has been a hoot for us, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. As I always say, it’s not cheating if your wife knows.

I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life. I write about the things we do and see, especially swingers, unicorns, Hotwives, and cuckolds. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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Below is an X-Rated excerpt from the first chapter of The Shrink. It’s about the first third of the chapter but should give you a feel for the lead into the latest dirty story from Larry Archer.

Foxy walked into the modern office building, trying to remain confident that this was the right thing to do. As an ex-model, she normally strutted in the exaggerated walk common to runway models, but not today. Everything seemed different, even her clothes as well as her attitude. Foxy’s dress was closer to her knees than her ass as usual, but she was trying to be more mainstream. Even the man who held the door for her didn’t leer as most would do if she were in one of her usual slutty outfits with her tits hanging out.

Foxy was what her husband Larry called an 80’s porn star and knew that he loved her curly brunette big hair, and lanky build. At six feet, she was mostly long legs and perfectly formed natural boobs. A founding member of the No Bra Club, the girls were always allowed to be free, and beyond piercing, she’d had no bodywork done. After fighting her naturally curly hair for years, Larry had convinced her to keep her hair natural in the big hair look loved by Texans everywhere.

She told herself, I shouldn’t be nervous. After exiting the elevator and looking for the suite number. She noted the above builder’s grade carpet and well-painted walls of the corridor. Foxy had a moment’s hesitation when she gripped the handle to the door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed down on the handle and entered.

This was nothing like she was expecting. The room lighting was subdued and accented the expensive modern furnishings. Over in the corner, she saw an attractive woman sitting behind a computer screen at the receptionist’s desk. When she heard the door, the girl looked up from the screen and smiled at Foxy. The woman stood up, and Foxy got a good look at her. She was medium height with a slender build and long red hair tied neatly in a ponytail. Foxy tried not to grimace as she saw the woman’s bra sticking out of the low-cut top of her short mini-dress.

The woman appeared in her late twenties with nice legs and a decent rack marred by the bra straps and edges showing in her expensive dress. Foxy thought she’d tried on that same dress at Neiman the other day. Walking up to the woman, Foxy held out her hand.

Smiling, the receptionist took her hand and said, “Welcome, I’m Candy.”

“Of course you are,” Foxy replied with a laugh. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”

The receptionist replied, “I think I got the better end of the deal. My sister is named Moonbeam!”

“Hippie parents?” Foxy inquired.

“Exactly,” Candy replied. “It’s my cross to bear. And you are?”

“I’m three o’clock,” Foxy replied with a giggle.

“A comedian, I see,” Candy replied.

“Actually, Foxy is my name, and I’m Doctor Arno’s three o’clock,” said Foxy as she warmed up to this cute girl.

“And you’re ragging me about my name,” Candy laughed. “How did your parents know how hot you’d be when you grew up?”

“Actually, it used to be Roxy, but everyone always called me Foxy Roxy, and I finally changed my first name legally to Foxy,” she admitted. “I tend to live on the edge with my toes hanging over, but my husband allows me to be on a long leash!”

“Wait,” Candy said and furiously typed on her computer. “I thought that your name sounded familiar. I assume  that your husband owns The Fox’s Den?”

“Guilty as charged. Larry is my husband.”

“But your intake form says no insurance?” Candy questioned. “You guys don’t have insurance?”

“Seeing a shrink is off the books for now, and I’ll pay cash,” Foxy explained. “If I keep coming, I might turn it in, but I’m not telling my husband for now.”

“You know it’s three hundred dollars a session,” Candy said. “It gets expensive quickly.”

“I know, and it’s not a problem, “ Foxy replied as she pulled her wallet out of her clutch purse and extracted three hundred dollar bills from a thick wad of money.

“Let me print you a receipt,” Candy replied as she put the money in a cash box in her desk drawer.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t want a money trail,” Foxy laughed. 

“Are you a dancer?” Candy asked. “You are certainly beautiful enough for it.”

“Nope, just a simple hausfrau,” Foxy chuckled.

“Not like any housewife I know,” Candy laughed. “You’re more like a showgirl than a spouse. Are you sure you’ve never stripped?”

“You’ve got me there. I tend to be an exhibitionist but am too shy to dance on command,” Foxy laughed. “I’ve lost my clothes a few times but not usually for money. I have problems performing on cue.”

“Is The Fox’s Den as wild as I’ve heard?” Candy asked. “Everyone says it’s the best club in town.”

“We have a lot of fun. You should join us?”

“Is it safe for single women?” Candy probed.

“We’ll need to define safe,” Foxy replied with a laugh. “What are you worried about?”

“I could be raped!” Candy exclaimed but with a smile on her face.

“And who do you think might rape you?” Foxy asked.

After a moment’s hesitation, Candy said, “You?” Then a grin slowly grew on her face as she looked at Foxy. “You’d rape me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Foxy replied with a giggle. “But I guarantee you that you’d love it!”

Candy laughed at the absurdity of it all, then replied, “As long as it didn’t hurt too bad, would it?”

“I promise not to wear my bustier, thigh-high leather boots and use my whip to beat some sense into you!” Foxy said. “I’ll save that for later.”

“Do you really beat people?”

“Only my slaves when they disobey me,” Foxy said as she traced down Candy’s arm with her fingertips. “Have you ever considered licking my boots and becoming a bottom?”

“Only if you order me to,” Candy replied as a shudder ran through her body, which Foxy instantly picked up on. After running her fingers down Candy’s arm, she took Candy’s hand and kissed it. Looking Candy in the eyes, she continued to press her lips against Candy’s hand as she looked at Candy over the top of her hand.

Foxy kissed Candy’s open palm and moved the girl’s hand around her neck, and smiled as Candy pulled them together. Foxy moaned as she felt the heat from Candy’s lips as their mouths ground together. I love it when my instincts are correct, Foxy thought to herself as she probed the girl’s mouth with her tongue.

Foxy could smell the peppermint on Candy’s breath as they stayed nose to nose. Candy’s eyes had lost focus, and Foxy knew she had her but didn’t want to push too hard and blow the deal.

The doctor’s office door abruptly opened, and the girls jerked apart. Foxy stared at the god standing before her and licked her lips.

“Candy, an emergency came up, and I need to leave,” the Doctor said. “I assume you are Ms. Archer? I’m terribly sorry, but I have to cancel our appointment. Can you come in tomorrow at the same time? I’ll give you a double session to make up for my having to leave abruptly.”

Foxy was seriously in heat as she drank in the gorgeous guy in front of her. He was well over six feet with broad shoulders and obviously in great shape. More than handsome, the Doctor was actually pretty, which she rarely said about a man. She had never seen anyone as stunning as he was, and Foxy couldn’t stop herself from gawking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Foxy replied as she showed him her perfect smile and pushed her boobs out to make sure he noticed.

Flustered at having to bolt out of the office, Foxy wasn’t sure if he noticed her assets, but tomorrow, she’d make sure that she would be dressed to impress. Foxy watched his ass in those tight slacks as he walked out of the reception area and could feel her sex getting wetter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind.

Shaking her head, Foxy turned to Candy and asked, “Okay, it looks like you’re free for the evening. Grab your purse and lock up, then I’ll give you a ride to The Fox’s Den, so you can find out how much fun the club is. Especially since your boss has got me all hot and bothered.”

“But I’m not sure I’m comfortable going to a strip club,” Candy protested.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Foxy chuckled. “I promise no one will hurt you.”

“Even you?” Candy asked while continuing to smile.

“All jokes aside, you’ll be fine,” Foxy replied. “Lockup, and let’s get out of here.”

They held hands as they walked out, and Candy looked at Foxy’s Mercedes SLS AMG sports car. “This car is fantastic, but how do you get in it without showing your ass?”

“It’s simple,” Foxy laughed. “Just back into the seat and spread your legs while swinging them in. Valets need something to brighten their day!”

Trying to rely on her newfound slutism, Candy tried to tune out the show she was offering everyone around them and managed to get into the low-slung sports car without being too much of a klutz. The soft leather seats seemed to completely absorb her and mold to her body shape.

Foxy snapped her four-point harness and quipped, “Buckle up Buttercup!”

“This seems more appropriate for a race car?” Candy replied as she tried to figure out how to connect the harness. Foxy thumbed the start button, and the big V8 roared into life. Candy could sense her inner self backing into a corner and pulling the blanket over her head while sucking her thumb.

For an expensive sports car, the Mercedes settled into a loud lopsided idle, unlike the quiet elegance of power she expected from a luxury vehicle. She could hear a low-pitched whine as the turbochargers spooled up. The car exhibited raw brute energy as it trembled in preparation for exploding off the starting line.

Foxy scanned the instrument cluster and satisfied herself that the Beast was ready for battle. Then, she leaned across the console and easily buckled Candy in.  “Now that I’ve got you where I want you,” Foxy quipped and kissed Candy full on the lips. She could feel the fire in the young woman’s mouth as she probed with her tongue.

Candy tried to resist, but it was no use as she felt herself being drawn into the undertow of a giant wave. It seemed like a brush fire was destroying her brain as she automatically sucked the big-haired girl’s tongue. Candy could feel Foxy stroking her thong as she spread her legs for the tall brunette. This is not my fault, Candy told herself. I’m not a slut, am I?

Foxy’s hot breath was blowing in her ear and seemed like a white-hot sword penetrating her brain. “Let’s take those wet panties off. You don’t want to get a rash,” Foxy giggled. Without waiting for an answer, the big-haired girl grabbed the side strap and pulled. It broke with a snap, and Foxy quickly ripped the thong off. Wadding the wet underwear up and giving it a quick sniff, Foxy quipped, “I guess I don’t know my own strength! I’ll just add these to my collection,” and threw the panties into the tiny rear seat.

“Now, where were we,” Foxy giggled as she shoved three fingers in Candy’s wet cunt and her tongue in the girl’s mouth. As they kissed, Foxy realized that she should ease up on Candy and give the girl a chance to take a breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you,” Foxy said between kisses. “I tend to forget that everyone is not as big of a slut as I am. I’ll try to take it easier on you and not scare you off.”

Candy appeared serious as she looked deep into Foxy’s eyes, “It’s okay; I’m starting to realize that a lot of you is just an act! I’m enjoying the hell out of all this if you want to know the truth, and so far, you haven’t bent my moral standards too badly.”

As they drove away from the parking lot, Candy reached over and ran her hand up the inside of Foxy’s leg. Candy could feel the light trembling of the girl’s leg muscles as she stroked her. “This all turns you on, doesn’t it?” Candy asked as she watched Foxy clean off her dirty fingers.

“Yeah, it does. I’m a cheap date,” Foxy replied as she glanced at Candy, who was watching her intently.

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