As Gay Pride Month comes to a close, I’m reminded of the things that unite and divide us. I was born in Deep East Texas, the region between Dallas and the Gulf Coast next to Louisiana. It is a largely agrarian area and part of The Big Thicket. The Big Thicket is a heavily forested area around Kountze, Texas. The only way to make a living is to drive a log truck or raise dope in the woods. The population mainly consists of older folks, as the kids escape as soon as they graduate from school.

Most of the folks there will respond to “Redneck” if yelled at a group of locals. As such, I was lucky to escape, primarily because of my parents. My dad is a welder, and my mom is a psychologist. A weird combination in any part of the country. I’m more like my father because I tend to be the more subdued part of my wife and me. My parents are multi-generational Texans and, other than some of the wackadoodles currently running the Texas government, are a solid and community-oriented group.

My father taught me never to give up and that you can do anything you put your mind to. My mother taught me to ask why and why not. Growing up with a shrink for a parent was interesting, to say the least. I think I’ve picked up some of her traits after hearing, “What makes you say that?” my whole life.

I’d like to believe that my parents were partly responsible for my being ambivalent about beliefs and behaviors not in my wheelhouse. When we became swingers, it wasn’t a big shock to discover that my wife loved women as much as I did.

Those who we call straights are typically ignorant of what is happening around them and miss all of the clues right in front of their face. Being able to pick out other swingers in a crowd is a lot easier than you would imagine. It doesn’t take an upside-down pineapple to point the way to finding new couples.

When I received the email from Lisabet Sari this morning regarding the tail end of Gay Pride month, it caused me to reflect on our lifestyle and travels through the counterculture of being different. Check out Lisabet’s Charity Sunday column at https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2024/06/charity-sunday-fighting-for-right-to.html

She will donate for every comment you leave to help support LGBTQ rights.

Lisabet is one of my favorite erotic authors and has created a fan fic series of stories about The Fox’s Den and its inhabitants. If you like explicit erotic literature written from a woman’s point of view, give Lisabet Sarai a try.

We throw a New Year’s Eve Pajama Party to welcome in the new year and typically have fifty to sixty couples, along with an assortment of unicorns and a few stags. Interestingly, single women or unicorns are common at house parties, but single guys are rare.

You would think with all of the free pussy, guys could keep it together, but they always seem to step on their dick and are not invited back. We have a small handful of single guys in our group, but nothing compared to the number of unicorns who play on a regular basis.

As a special treat for my readers, I’m offering Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party for half off so you can check out my writing style. Just use coupon code ZM34T when you purchase the story and it will discount the purchase by 50%. The coupon expires July 7, 2024 so don’t delay.

Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party is an 80,000-word explicit erotic novel about how Greg and Samantha innocently invite themselves to what they think is just a huge New Year’s Eve party given by neighbors that they’ve only met a couple of times socially.

Imagine the surprise of Foxy and Larry’s neighbors when they crash their neighbor’s New Year’s Eve Party only to discover that they are in the midst of a swinger’s pajama party, with over one-hundred people engaged in outrageous behavior.

Based upon an actual event, the party crashers are quickly drawn into the erotic world of swingers, where virtually anything goes. This HEA story follows the new couple as they quickly discover how much fun the Lifestyle can offer.

Larry Archer’s swinger couple who are in most of his stories, Foxy and Larry, serve as ringmasters to guide and coach our new couple as they immerse themselves in this anything-goes lifestyle.

This is an explicit sex story for both men and women, which is written in the humorous style that Larry Archer is known for. As usually with Larry’s stories, Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party has an actual plot and is filled on virtually every page with exactly why you purchase erotica to read and entertain yourself.

Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party is based upon an incident that happened during one of our annual New Year’s Eve Pajama Parties. For some years, we’ve hosted a pajama party to welcome in the New Year. It gives kissing under the mistletoe, a whole new meaning.

The PJ party is typically 50-60 couples plus an assortment of unicorns that we run with and 2-3 single guys thrown in for good measure. There are always people from around the country that we’ve met in our travels, for flavor. So by midnight, there are well more than one-hundred naked or semi-naked people in our house. Victoria Secret is proud of us!

We carefully select the invitees and make sure that no one is invited that could cause a problem. Most of the people are professionals, doctors, business owners, and a handful of elected officials, not including the cops. Cops, doctors, and nurses are some of the most perverted when they let their hair down. We have to be really careful who we invite as some of our party animals are also on the social pages and being outed would not be a good thing.

One morning after a New Year’s party, I was reading the paper and on the society page was a couple who’d also come late to our party. The woman was wearing an exquisite dress cut down to where the crack of her butt started. The society editor was buzzing about what a knockout she was and how scandalous the dress was. I laughed as I remembered that dress lying in a pile on the family room floor after my wife had pulled down her zipper and let it slide off, before walking her to the bedroom.

Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party

Anyway, after midnight, the doorbell rings and me being the idiot I am, answer the door. Standing in front of me is an attractive couple dressed to the nines. It was the neighbors, we somewhat knew from down the street, and I’m standing there with a short bathrobe on and nothing else.

It was somewhat embarrassing, but they asked if they could join our party as theirs was a snooze fest. Not knowing what to do, I invited them in. Foxy joined me, and she was wearing her typical New Year’s outfit of an adult-sized pair of kid’s long johns with bunnies or some other animal on it. Except she wears it with all the buttons undone and so is open down to her bellybutton.

You can imagine their shock to see an orgy going on in the living room and all the people running around in teddies or much less.

We invited them to stay, but I think the shock value was too much for the husband. His wife looked like she wanted to stay. This is where the story I wrote diverged somewhat from reality.

It was easy to imagine the new couple being sucked in and thrown to the wolves. Greg, the dominating always in charge husband, quickly discovered that he really wasn’t in control at all, courtesy of Foxy and her assortment of painful toys. Greg’s new word for the day was “pegged.”

Samantha, the otherwise “normal” housewife, was quickly divested of clothes as she realized that she was at an all-you-can-eat buffet or maybe the main course, depending on which end was up.

My stories are always HEA, but I keep getting told that a story needs conflict and resolution, yet mine always seem to lack conflict as everyone is too busy getting laid to fight. So it only seemed natural for Samantha to give Greg his walking papers and move in with the swingers down the street. She quickly discovered that it was a lot more fun to play, “hide the weenie,” with the neighborhood perverts.

But poor Greg was sent home with our real-life cuckold – Hotwife couple, Pam and Jack, who proceed to take him within an inch of his life while giving him a sunburn with studio lights. If you look up nymphomaniac in the dictionary, you’ll find a picture of our friend Pam, who is one of our resident MILFs. Jack is typically hiding in the closet watching as he jerks off or behind his movie camera filming as he abuses himself.

So, now I’ve gotten the neighbors split up, but so far they’ve not realized that they are the conflict part of my story. Greg has figured out that there is truth to the story of being screwed to death but is trying to soldier on. He’s afraid of coming back to our house as the last time Foxy and our redheaded Amazon Chrissy took turns pegging him. But he seems to be a good sport about everything, well except for the beatings!

Naturally, we didn’t want his wife to feel left out as she seemed to be enthralled by the idea of a gangbang and pulling a train. Why should we let her miss that experience? Now every time she hears a train whistle, she feels a tingle between her legs!

The story finished up at 80,000 words, and Foxy has just sold Greg’s wife Samantha for $10,000 to a couple from Germany who film Goo Girl movies. But not to worry, as I fixed Greg up with a girlfriend to cover for his wife’s absence so the story can end up HEA. If you don’t know what Goo Girls are, Google it.

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 what 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. I publish at all the typical outlets if you want to check out my stories. Larry Archer’s erotic romance stories are available in electronic, paperback, or audiobook format.

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