Another Day in Paradise (40,000 Words)
Monica is a mid-western girl, who moves to Las Vegas to pursue her dreams of being a chorus girl. Like many others, who came before her, she finds fame and fortune a difficult goal to achieve.
By accident, she meets a fellow dancer who gets her a job serving as eye candy escorting the mayor around town, to help keep her afloat.
Her girlfriend, Porsche, turns out to have a wild side and quickly Monica is thrown into the clutches of two swingers, and their girlfriends for a sex filled romp that will keep you titillated page after page. This is a hard-core story with a plot that leads you down the road of Monica’s seduction in exquisite detail. You’ll be amazed as to how quickly, she comes over to the Dark Side.
Another Day in Paradise is another in Larry Archer’s humorous looks at the life of swingers and the misadventures they lead. This 40,000-word novella is chock full of explicit descriptions of hot-hot action, with an HEA ending as only Larry can portray.
Warnings: This story is completely bareback and includes straight sex, swingers, girl-on-girl, group, oral, anal, and facial scenes on virtually every page. No safe sex lessons included and every page drips with lust.
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==== An Excerpt from Another Day in Paradise ====
The first hint of sunlight crept into the bedroom at about 5:30 AM and struck Larry, square in the face. Squinting at the light, he resisted the urge to just roll over and go back to sleep.
Lying half across his chest was Chrissy, their on again – off again roommate, with her red hair spread across his chest as she softly snored, dead to the world. Her left hand was clamped around his semi-rigid cock and she would stroke it every minute or so in her sleep.
Chrissy had a fetish or fixation with dicks and he would often wake up in the middle of the night, with her jacking him off in her sleep. We all called her “Amazon” as she had a weight lifter’s body and looked just like a tall red-headed version of Xenia the Warrior Princess.
While not fat by any stretch of the imagination, Chrissy was 6-foot and looked like a girl from the old Married With Children television show. All of Al Bundy’s girls tended to be big girls and there was never a scrawny one in the bunch. Chrissy would have been perfect on the show with her large double-D jugs.
He ran his hand down the middle of her back and got a contented purr from her, along with a few strokes of his cock. Then after a few seconds, she dozed back off, with her large boobs pressed against his chest.
On the other side, his wife Foxy was sound asleep. For her, she liked to have her bare butt against you and like a dog, would scoot around, every time you moved, until her warm bottom was back against you. There was certainly something to be said about sleeping naked, especially among friends.
His wife’s real name was Roxy but people started calling her Foxy Roxy and over time it was shortened to Foxy. Like Chrissy, she was close to six-foot but with a more lanky frame. When they met, she was a model and pretty much stick thin but with work, Larry had bulked her up another fifteen pounds and at one-thirty, she was at her fighting weight.
Foxy had naturally curly brown hair that she typically wore in a sort of Afro and always reminded Larry of an 80’s porn star. Being a country boy from Texas, he loved girls with big hair and she loved to please him. Foxy’s boobs were a natural C-cup and stuck straight out, with puffy nipples and studs. She always dressed so sexily with her boobs or legs hanging out, or both.
When they walked into a restaurant, bar, or house party, she was a showstopper. Her dark hair and eyes gave her that bedroom look, and combined with her full soft lips, made an irrespirable combination. She just naturally dripped sex and Larry was always amazed that he managed to grab her, as she was way above his pay grade.
She was a natural exhibitionist, which was one of the reasons they were swingers. She loved going to a party and being able to flirt with everyone in her outfits that would get her arrested, even in Las Vegas. Her braless jugs were always out for display and she never shied away from wearing tops that were see-through or sheer enough to show her pierced nipples.
She especially liked to wear nipple rings with a heavy gold woven chain, linking the two rings. When she had the gold chain connecting her nipples, she would typically wear something low cut so you could see the chain as it hung between her jugs. The feeling of the heavy chain tugging at her nipples, while she walked, always kept them erect. She liked to watch people’s faces as they realized what the chain was connected to when they saw it hanging across her cleavage.
Growing up milking cows had cursed Larry with the urge to get up at the crack of dawn every day, while his wife could sleep to noon, without a problem. Plus, the sun was getting brighter by the minute and he knew the girls would soon start to bitch. Normally he pulled the blinds but they had lain in bed talking and looking at the skyline last night until they had dozed off after some awesome sex.
He could satisfy his wife pretty easily as she would typically pass out after climaxing over and over for an hour or so. Once her fuse was lit, she was a regular come machine. Chrissy, on the other hand, would go almost forever and could generally match him stroke for stroke.
Last night Foxy had pretty much passed out and was sound asleep, cuddled up to Larry as he had his arms around both girls. Chrissy was lying on his chest, playing with his dick, as they talked. She had gotten offered a bit part in a movie and was asking advice on how to proceed, while they relaxed after sex.
When they decided to move to Vegas from the mid-west, Chrissy and their other girlfriend Marilyn had decided to move out with them. Both girls lived with them in their penthouse but led somewhat separate lives, getting together for a romp in the hay several times a week.
Marilyn was a slightly shorter and more voluptuous version of his wife. She had large natural tits and a tiny waist that accented her figure. Larry had met her when he was teaching photography at a modeling school. She was a brunette, like his wife, and had the same sexy look as Foxy. Most people thought they were sisters, as Marilyn was about 5-years younger than Foxy but there was an uncanny resemblance.
As the sun got brighter, Larry decided to get up and close the blinds before the girls started to complain. With one on each side, he had to scoot straight down the bed and work his way out from under the covers at the foot of the bed.
He searched around on the nightstand until he found the remote and clicked it to close the blinds. With a soft rumble, the blinds motored closed and the room was cloaked in darkness. He heard a grumble and looked over to see that his wife had realized he was gone. Chrissy automatically reached over and pulled Foxy to her breast, which caused Foxy to cuddle up to her. Chrissy guided Foxy’s mouth to her nipple and Foxy moaned with pleasure as she suckled Chrissy’s big nipple, while she was still fast asleep.
Chrissy’s eyes half-opened and she winked at Larry as Foxy contentedly nursed on Chrissy’s big jugs. Still asleep, Foxy started rubbing Chrissy’s shaved sex and Larry could hear her gasp as Foxy slid her finger deep into Chrissy’s pussy. Foxy loved girls, especially Chrissy, and when they were together, it was often like this.
He watched as Chrissy’s eyes half-rolled up in her head as the feeling of being worked over, slowly pushed her off the cliff. Reaching down, he stroked his already erect cock as he watched his wife and her girlfriend making love to each other. Sleeping with two beautiful naked girls does have its benefits, he thought to himself.
After brushing his teeth, shaving, and a quick shower, he went in his closet and picked out a typical outfit; dress jeans, silk Don Johnson Miami Vice t-shirt, and then slipping on his shoulder holster. Opening the drawer picked up his favorite Springfield XDM semi-auto, pushed the slide back far enough to confirm that a cartridge was chambered, and after dropping the magazine to confirm it was full, slid the gun snuggly into its holster. His 9mm Kel-Tech PF-9 with the pocket holster went into his right pocket. Checking the mirror, he confirmed that his small pocket pistol simply looked like someone who carried their wallet or maybe a big cell phone in their pocket. The pocket holster smoothed out the outline of the pistol to keep it from printing in his pocket.
Grabbing nice sports coat off the rack, he slipped it on and shot the sleeves, while checking to be sure that his XDM didn’t show. He always had his jackets tailored a little looser on the left side to hide the weapon. Now feeling fully dressed, he stepped into his loafers and walked back into the bedroom.
Larry found both girls sound asleep. Foxy had her open mouth around Chrissy’s nipple and still had two fingers in Chrissy’s pussy. He could feel his dick twitching as it tried to convince him to climb back into bed with the girls. But if he did that, he’d never get to work.
The elevator swiftly dropped him into the underground garage, where his new Range Rover sat. As he got in, he thought about his Suburban and was still not sure if the Range Rover was the car for him, having driven a Suburban most of his life. Next to his car was wifey’s Mercedes SLS AMG Roadster that was an updated version of the 1950’s 300 SL with the gull-wing doors. He had bought it for her birthday and she loved tooling around in it. He laughed to himself as he thought about her getting assistance from the valets, getting out of the car. She loved flashing the valets as she innocently climbed out of the low-slung roadster, with her legs akimbo, in her typical miniskirt outfit, with or without panties.
Her gull-wing Mercedes was a bitch to get in or out of with its high doorsills and sitting on the ground but to his wife, she loved the opportunity to innocently show off her long legs to nearby people.
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