The Mechanic is inching towards the door as I fight my OCD and struggle to focus on one story at a time. I’m thinking of asking my street corner pharmacist for some Adderall to keep me from getting distracted, but I haven’t reached that point yet.

Every time we attend a house party, I usually leave with another story idea, which leads to a 10,000-word draft, allowing me to capture my thoughts and determine where to take the story. As of the last count, my draft folder contained well over one hundred drafts, but that has only resulted in more than forty published novels and novellas. I have my work cut out for me.

My typical story is between 50K – 100K words, unlike the normal smut story of 10K-15K words. Sort of like, “I promise I won’t cum in your mouth,” for me, typing ‘The End’ is especially problematic.

In our fictional world, Foxy drives a Black Series Mercedes SLS AMG, a high-performance exotic sports car. Larry had the car delivered to the Mercedes Factory Race Team, who promptly disassembled the car and tricked out every component, including balancing and blueprinting the engine.

Foxy’s ride, The Beast, now features twin turbochargers to boost the 6.3-liter V8 into a thousand-horsepower machine, more suited for the Nürburgring racetrack than the famous Las Vegas Strip. Her love of horsepower is worse than a hormone-infused teenage boy’s and almost on par with sex.

Driving a German supercar requires sophisticated maintenance, which brings me to my current story, “The Mechanic.” Foxy becomes concerned with a strange noise. The Beast is making and takes it to her German mechanic for diagnosis.

At the shop, Foxy discovers that Rhonda, her car’s mechanic, is a sweet young thing who immediately catches her eye. Being guilty of snap decisions, our big-haired brunette immediately falls in love with this delicious wrench spinner.

Foxy has been feeling vulnerable lately after shooting a gunman to stop another mass shooting at a school. In The Death of Innocence, Foxy and Larry come across a group of gunmen about to attack an elementary school. Together, they eliminate all the gunmen before too many innocent lives are lost.

Foxy met Larry when she was twenty and working as a model, or clothes horse, as it’s known in the trade. Being under Larry’s wing meant she’d never had to assume any responsibility or make serious decisions, with Larry isolating her from the real world.

Choosing which stilettos to wear with her minidress was the biggest decision Foxy ever faced, and pulling the trigger on her Mossberg 500 tactical shotgun to take down a bad guy was a shock to her system.

Foxy realized that taking one life to save many children was the right thing to do, but it was a shock to her psyche and difficult to accept. Even trips to her handsome shrink, which involved more talking and less sex, didn’t seem to help much.

She now becomes infatuated with her mechanic, who is a somewhat naïve young woman and tries to educate her to live in Foxy’s world of swingers and fluid sexuality.

My good friend and fellow smut author, Lisabet Sarai, has penned a number of stories, Vegas Babes, based upon The Fox’s Den’s inhabitants. One of her recurring characters, Lauren, also makes an appearance in The Mechanic. As a lover of MILFs, I find Lauren a hoot as she runs amok without totally pissing off her divorce lawyer husband, Elliot.

Lauren is a fortyish mature hottie whose sex drive is in high gear, which her workaholic husband only asks that she not embarrass him with his lawyer friends as she hunts down younger men to satisfy her needs.

In swinging, you soon realize that for a younger guy, older women are a fertile hunting ground. A man’s sex drive peaks in his twenties, while for women, it’s typically in their forties and beyond. A MILF may not have the body of a twenty-year-old, but their sex drive and lack of inhibitions will make up for it. I think many couples enjoy the lifestyle, as it allows both the husband and wife to have fun without endangering their marriage. An interesting fact about swingers is that divorce is almost non-existent, yet it strikes half of the straight population.

Foxy and I have enjoyed being swingers and often remark on how much fun it’s been. We’ve met a lot of couples across the United States and have attended house parties and swingers’ groups from coast to coast. While it may not be right for everyone, we’ve enjoyed 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. If you want to check out my stories, I publish them at all the popular outlets. Larry Archer’s erotic romance stories are available in electronic, paperback, or audiobook format.

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=== An x-rated excerpt from The Mechanic where Foxy meets Rhonda, her new love. ===

What the hell? Foxy thought to herself as she waited for The Beast’s health diagnosis. I’ve got things to do, and I can’t spend all day at the mechanic. The Mercedes SLS AMG was an integral part of her image, and the thought of anything wrong with him terrified her. Like a teenage boy, the rumble of almost a thousand horsepower made her tingle with excitement. Lord knows how much money it cost her husband to keep her wheels turning, but that was his problem, not hers.

The Beast was a modern recreation of the classic 1950s Mercedes SL, a low-slung sports car with large gull-wing doors that allowed Foxy to flash her long legs when the young college boy valets helped her out of the vehicle. She loved giving the cute ones an innocent upskirt shot as she spread her legs getting out. I’m such a slut, and I love it, Foxy thought to herself.

Standing up, she admired her reflection in the waiting room’s large windows. Tugging on one side of her miniskirt, Foxy carefully straightened it. Her dress barely covered the cheeks of her ass to accentuate her six-foot height and perfect stems. It’s too bad that the waiting room is empty as I’ve no one to entertain myself with, She thought as she looked out the window into the mechanic’s area.

Maybe the mechanic needs my assistance, Foxy asked herself as she decided to check on her car. Ignoring the Keep Out signs, as they obviously didn’t apply to her, Foxy headed to the last bay, where she could see her car’s gull-wing doors sticking up above the other vehicles. Being an ex-model, Foxy automatically strutted in the typical hip-rolling walk of a runway model or clothes horse, as it was called in the industry.

While walking up to her car, Foxy didn’t see the mechanic and was momentarily distracted by a text from one of her girlfriends. Reading the message on her iPhone and then responding, Foxy focused on her phone. After hitting send, she looked down to see someone on a mechanic’s creeper between her legs who had rolled out from under her car.

Standing with her legs apart, Foxy’s first thought was whether she’d put on underwear or not. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the mechanic was a young woman, possibly twenty-five, with brunette hair in a ponytail, wearing one-piece mechanic’s overalls.

Foxy stared at the cute girl, who was obviously fixated on the view between the curly-haired brunette’s legs. She closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her body at the thought of a cute girl checking her out. Foxy spread her legs without thinking to give the woman a better shot.

“Do you see anything wrong?” Foxy asked the mechanic while watching her face. Tearing her eyes from Foxy’s crotch, a blush crossed her face as she replied, “No, everything is perfect.” Then she giggled and resumed looking between Foxy’s legs.

Laughing, Foxy looked around to be sure no one was around them. Then she squatted down on the mechanic’s face and let out a groan at the sensation of a warm tongue separating her pussy lips. I guess that answers the question of whether or not I put on panties, Foxy thought to herself as a shudder ran through her body.

Leaning her head against the car, Foxy gave in to the sensation of being tongue fucked. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Foxy’s orgasm exploded as the mechanic continued to suck her pussy. She had learned to climax by simply thinking about it and had a hair trigger. As the lightning storm striking her brain slowed down, Foxy pulled the zipper of the mechanic’s coveralls to reveal a slim body wearing a wife beater t-shirt and unbuttoned jean short shorts.

As her next climax rode in on the express train from hell, Foxy fondled the young woman’s boobs, then slid her hands down the woman’s muscular stomach. The girl’s jeans were unbuttoned and open down to her mound. Sliding her hand under the tiny thong, Foxy’s fingers found a wet pussy to play with. Foxy’s two middle fingers easily went in deep as the mechanic continued to suck and lick Foxy’s wet cunt.

Her next orgasm rolled in right after the first, and Foxy barely had time to prepare when it slammed into her like a runaway Peterbilt. Her legs gave out, and she sat full on the mechanic’s face while Foxy rode the lightning. Foxy could feel the flood of sex fluids covering her fingers as it gushed out of the mechanic’s juicy pussy. At the same time, she came in the woman’s mouth. Grinding her cunt against the young girl’s face, Foxy surrendered to the sensations pounding her brain.

Foxy tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn’t obey and continued to spasm even while her climax slowly receded. Finally, she was able to swing a leg over the mechanic until she could look down at the mess she’d created. The mechanic’s face was covered in pussy juice, but the girl was smiling as she licked her lips.

Putting her hands on either side of the pretty mechanic, Foxy leaned in to kiss her. The taste of her fluids caused an instant reaction as the sensation hit her brain. Sucking her pussy juice off the mechanic’s tongue was enough to push Foxy over the edge again. She collapsed on top of the mechanic while they continued to kiss.

Fighting to get her breathing under control, Foxy continued kissing the girl, “Hi, I’m Foxy, and sorry about making a mess of your face.”

Giggling, the mechanic replied, “I know. My name is Rhonda.”

“Rhonda, do you know what’s wrong with me, er, that is my car?” Foxy gasped.

“So far, everything tastes fantastic,” Rhonda replied as she kissed the big-haired brunette. I think I fixed your car, too. The heat shield around the exhaust from the turbocharger was rubbing against the frame.”

“How could that have happened?” Foxy asked.

“I think you’ve been riding it a little too hard,” Rhonda stated.

Foxy giggled. “But it’s so much fun to fly!”

“How fast is it?” Rhonda asked.

“Me or the Beast?” Foxy laughed.

“I think I know how fast you are,” Rhonda giggled. “I was asking about the Mercedes.”

“I’ve had it up to around two fifteen on the way to Death Valley last month,” Foxy said. “The factory said they easily hit three hundred on the Nuremberg Ring straightaway.”

“According to the file on your car, you have an emergency power button,” Rhonda asked. “What is that for?”

“After buying it for me, Larry had the Mercedes factory race team rework it,” Foxy said. “Dual turbochargers, race computer, electronically controlled suspension, along with matching and balancing the engine. Well, plus a titanium roll cage and some other goodies.”

Then, after stopping for a moment to kiss Rhonda and enjoy how good she tasted, Foxy continued, “Emergency boost control puts the Beast into fight-or-flight mode. If I hold the go pedal to the floor, the turbos spool up to three atmospheres of boost, and the rev limit is increased to twelve thousand RPM. The engine computer forces the motor to basically turn into a Formula One race car with an engine life of at least one hour. At full output, it generates about two thousand horsepower with nitrous injection. The Beast’s one goal is to get me away from trouble or die trying. Then, if anything is left, Larry puts it on a C-5 Galaxy and ships it back to the fatherland for rebuilding.”

“He must really love you,” Rhonda said between kisses. So why are you here, seducing the mechanic? She wondered.

“We are soul mates,” Foxy sighed. “But sometimes I need more, much more.” Then she plunged her tongue deep into her new lover’s mouth. Foxy let her mind clear to release her body, which caused her climax to come roaring in on the express train with the throttle locked at full speed. She could feel the familiar trembling begin in her leg muscles as the reptilian portion of her brain took over. The conductor punched her ticket as her body spasmed when the train crashed into the barricade at the end of the tracks. With a full-body convulsion, Foxy’s body went rigid and then collapsed on top of the cute wrench spinner. After a spastic grunt, Foxy went limp and lay motionless on the mechanic.

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Sorry, that’s all you get for now. You’ll have to wait for the story to drop. While you’re waiting, why don’t you read another of Larry’s erotic tales? The House Party series is a good starting point to get you onboard. Click this link for more on Larry Archer’s House Party Series of four novels available in electronic, paperback, or audiobook formats.