BULL Riding MILFs by Larry Archer


From Housewife to Hotwife

Another sizzling erotic Hotwife romance story told in explicit detail as only Larry Archer can deliver. Available from all the popular publishers in paperback and electronic formats for your reading pleasure.

The electronic version is available for all cell phones, tablets, iPads, laptops, PCs, or MACs. The paperback version will fit all sizes of hands and is easy to hold, irrespective of what your other hand is doing.

This scorching new Hotwife erotic romance story from the perverted mind of Larry Archer and his band of merry perverts is guaranteed to put lead in your pencil. Vince and his wife Stella move to Las Vegas after he sells his company to enjoy a life of leisure without the prying eyes of friends and family.

Vince encourages his mature yet gorgeous wife to become eye candy for him to flaunt on his arm as they enjoy Sin City. But, like Texas, everything in Las Vegas is bigger and more outlandish than in real life. While moving into their penthouse condominium adjacent to the Las Vegas Strip, they meet Larry and Foxy, who also live in the exclusive Towers complex.

Vince is struck by Larry’s sexy wife and asks Foxy to help dress his wife in a way befitting her new red Maserati convertible. As expected, Stella is quickly introduced to the high fashion world of international models as Foxy does her best to melt Vince’s platinum credit card while making his wife the hottest thing around.

Stella is an apt student and, under Foxy’s tutelage, masters the art of giving the valets innocent upskirt shots as she exits her new exotic sports car. Vince is excited that his previously dull hausfrau has become a traffic-stopping MILF with her new ultrashort minidresses and braless-enhanced boobs.

With Vince’s encouragement, Stella is quickly sucked into a life of debauchery with the swinger couple and their friends as he eagerly awaits the latest stories from his hot new wife as she comes home from her first gangbang.

Available in both paperback and electronic format, BULL Riding MILFs is ready to give you the ride of your life. With stories from Larry Archer, there is no hunting for the dirty parts as they are on every page.

Below is the back of the paperback version of BULL Riding MILFs. It uses a different image as it is spread across the cover – spine – and back of the paperback. With the paperback, you now have something useful to do with your other hand.

This story is full of nonstop, explicitly detailed sexual scenes as only Larry Archer can portray them. The action is always HEA and bareback for your satisfaction. No Safe Sex lessons included. While packed full of erotic action, Larry always throws in a plot so you can tell your other half that you are reading the story and not abusing yourself with the pictures. If the truth were known, there are not many pictures like your comic book.

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I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My 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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Thanks for making it this far, and you deserve a treat. Here’s an X-Rated lead into BULL Riding MILFs.

“We can’t afford a Maserati,” Stella told her husband as she admired the red Maserati GranTurismo convertible he had brought home for her. She was already in love as she ran her fingers down the sleek fender and smelled the scent of new Italian leather. Stella could already picture a cop with his foot on the bumper as he wrote her a speeding ticket while she flashed him to tempt him to tear up the ticket!

“Nonsense,” Vince exclaimed. “I’ve got the most beautiful piece of arm candy at The Towers, and she deserves a car that’s almost as exotic as she is! The engine gives me a hard-on just listening to the four hundred and fifty-four horses begging to be whipped into action. Just like my hot and sexy wife!”

“Vince! Hush, the valet will hear you!” Stella exclaimed as she glanced at the young man who was drooling as he fantasized about getting behind the wheel.

“He’s not paying any attention to me. He has you and a red exotic sports car to stare at. I know he’s trying to decide which one is sexier, and I’m betting it’s you?”

“Behave, I’m old enough to be his mother,” Stella complained, but deep down, it excited her to know that her husband still thought she was beautiful, even though she’d just had her fiftieth birthday.

“This was supposed to be your birthday present, but these cars are built by hand. I had to move heaven and earth to get it here when I did.”

“Are you sure that it’s not too expensive?” Stella replied as her resistance melted away.

“Sweetie, I’ve sold my company and made an obscene amount of money that we can never spend in our lifetime. Retiring to Las Vegas and living in a penthouse condominium has been our dream for a long time. We are going to have fun in Sin City, and you need an exotic car to show off those gorgeous legs of yours,” Vince replied as he swept his wife up in his arms to kiss her passionately. “I can’t wait to find out what you had to do to avoid your first speeding ticket!”

He must have read my mind, Stella giggled to herself as her fantasies ran wild. What would a big strong policeman make me do to avoid a speeding ticket?

Then Vince turned to the valet and said, “Bob, can you put Stella’s new baby to bed?”

“Yes, Sir!” the valet quickly answered. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll take great care of her.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were talking about my sexy wife?” Vince laughed.

“You do have a beautiful wife, along with a fabulous car,” Bob replied.

“Stella’s not bad for a MILF, don’t you think?” Vince kidded the young man.

The valet looked at Vince and didn’t know what to say. Stella was drop-dead gorgeous, especially for a mature woman. She still had a trim figure that had been enhanced by breast enlargements and could easily pass for a girl many years younger.

“Sir, your wife is one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen!” the valet offered and hoped that he didn’t step over the line.

“And don’t you forget it!” Vince laughed. “Come on, honey, time to make your first payment on your new car.”

“Vince! Behave!” Stella protested. “You’re embarrassing me.” But, inside, she was almost melting from the valet, saying she was hot and thinking about him opening the car door to watch her get out in a miniskirt. She could feel the moisture between her legs as the idea of flashing the valets caused her brain cells to short out. I’ve got to pick out the proper clothes to wear in my new red hot rod, she fantasized. Especially for the college-age boys with big hot rods!

In their new condo, with no family around to condemn her, Stella was determined to broaden her horizons. She had been a prim and proper housewife forever and always the dutiful spouse of a business executive. Now that her husband was retired, she was rethinking his insistence on having a sexpot for a wife. No one knew them in Las Vegas, and why not please Vince and become eye candy for him? The thought of wearing scandalous outfits like the movie stars further ramped up her heat level to boiling. She could still remember the pictures of Bella Hadid on TMZ with that dress slit up to her waist. Everyone was asking if she had on underwear or not.

Riding up in the elevator to their penthouse, Stella giggled, “Are you sure you want your wife to dress like a slut, with her boobs hanging out?”

Pinching her butt, he exclaimed, “I can only hope and would love to have a hot wife to show off. I can just imagine parading my sexy wife in front of my golfing buddies who have drab, dull spouses! Plus, I want to introduce you to a couple I’ve met who live in Tower number one.”

“Who are they?” Stella asked.

“Larry Archer, who owns The Fox’s Den, a strip club on Industrial over behind Circus Circus, and his wife Foxy, who is the woman I want you to look like,” Vince replied. “Not look exactly like, but I’d love it if she were a role model for the new you.”

“Are you sure you want me to emulate a woman whose husband runs a strip club? I can just imagine what a tramp she must be!” Stella replied in a huff, yet deep down, she wondered what this was really about.

“Baby, he has more money than God, and besides you, his wife is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s six feet with curly brunette big hair, and legs that go forever. Foxy never wears a bra, and her tits are always on display,” Vince gushed. “But, to give her credit, she is poised, intelligent, and high maintenance to boot.”

“How did you meet them?” Stella asked.

“When I was signing the contract to buy our condo, they were in the manager’s office, and we talked for a few minutes. He runs around with the mayor and the sheriff, as I understand it. They have a live-in girlfriend, who is also a knockout.”

“Why would the mayor and the sheriff run around with someone sleazy enough to own a strip club?” Stella asked. “That just doesn’t make any sense. Those people are gangsters and perverts.”

“I’d like for us to get to know them better, then we can decide for ourselves,” Vince responded as the elevator binged at the top floor. “I thought I’d invite them over for drinks.”

“Okay, I guess. Let me see what I have to wear?” Stella replied as she mentally went through her inventory of clothes.

“I’ve got that taken care of,” Vince replied. “I asked Foxy for a recommendation, and she offered to take you dress shopping at Yvette’s, which is apparently a high-end shop for sexy women. Foxy said they cater to MILF’s as well.”

“What’s a MILF?” Stella asked. “I’ve heard the term but was embarrassed to ask what it meant as it sounds dirty?”

“Mother’s I’d Like to Fuck!”

“What! That’s terrible,” Stella replied. “Mother’s having intercourse! Why would anyone want to be a MILF?”

“I believe that you’re overthinking this,” Vince said. “It simply means mature women who are still sexy and hot.”

“Well, I don’t know if I want to be known as a MILF? Do you think it’s safe for me to go with her? Is she a stripper at his club?”

“What’s the worst that could happen at a clothing store?” Vince laughed. “I’ll be the one whose credit card gets melted! I doubt if Foxy has cooties!”

“Foxy? That’s another thing. Who has a name like Foxy?” Stella questioned.

“It’s just a nickname,” Vince said. “Besides, she is a fox, exactly like my wife! For once, just go with the flow and stop nit-picking. She’s articulate and easy to talk to. Give her a chance, and I’m sure you’ll like her?”

“You’re sweet, but I’m not sure I could ever be a fox?” questioned Stella. “She’ll probably make me look like a slut?”

“I can only hope,” Vince repeated. “I told her to dress you properly and to ignore any pushback! I bought you new boobs and want to get my money’s worth.”

“You’re an asshole but a lovable asshole,” Stella laughed. “Okay, I give up and will put myself in her slutty hands. I promise not to say “no” for the next twenty-four hours.”

“Perfect,” Vince said as they walked into their condo. “Slip into the sexiest dress you currently have, and she’ll be here in a few minutes to pick you up.”

“What?” Stella replied. “I need to think about this?”

“What happened to not saying NO!”

“I did promise, didn’t I,” Stella admitted. “If I come back looking like a streetwalker, then it’ll be your fault?”

Slapping his wife on the butt, Vince got a beer out of the Sub-Zero and yelled at her back as she walked towards the bedroom, “Sexiest, shortest dress you have, and I expect better ones to follow!”

Without slowing, Stella raised her hand and shot him the finger before turning into the master bedroom.

Standing in their walk-in closet, she looked at her dresses hanging there, especially at the hemlines. There was one much shorter than the rest, and Stella pulled it out and tried to figure out where it came from. Halloween, two years ago! It struck her that she’d dressed at an outrageous party as a prostitute. She remembered all the attention she’d received and how excited Vince had been over her dress. He couldn’t keep his hands off me!

You want sexy, you’ll get sexy, she told herself as she slipped the dress off the hanger. Putting it on, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Subconsciously, she tugged the hem down as it barely reached mid-thigh. Turning around, Stella looked over her shoulders and then remembered that the dress was cut so low in the back she couldn’t wear a bra, and her panties showed.

Well, the bra has to go, and I’ll wear the pair of bikini panties Vince bought me, she thought. With the bra on the floor, the dress looked a lot better, except now her breasts were really exposed. She’d gotten the dress before her breast enhancement, and now it was almost too small. The girls threatened to spill out, but that was apparently what her husband wanted.

Vince walked in and suddenly stopped as he saw his wife standing there. “Wow, you sure clean up well! Have you got time for a quickie?”

“Asshole!” Stella laughed. “You wanted slutty, and Foxy’s getting slutty! As you can see, I can’t wear a bra with this dress, so I’ll be like Foxy.”

“You are so beautiful. You don’t know how much I love you!” Vince exclaimed as he ran his fingers down her exposed back. The low-cut back exposed the top of her butt crack, and she had to pull down her bikini panties to keep them from showing.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Stella said. “I’m saving myself for Foxy.”

“Don’t torture me,” Vince exclaimed. “You know how much I’d love to see you with another woman.”

“Men! You’re all alike. Do you think Larry wants to see his wife having sex with another woman?” Stella asked as she tried to picture Foxy kissing her. Vince had shown her a picture of Foxy and Larry on his phone, and she was a tall drink of water.

“As hot as his wife is, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Vince replied. “Besides, they have a live-in girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Stella asked. “Whose, his or hers?”

“I’m kind of guessing both, but then you’d say that was a guy thing!” Vince laughed.

“Do you know what their girlfriend looks like?” Stella asked, suddenly intrigued at the thought.

“Here’s her picture that I stole off Larry’s phone,” replied Vince smugly. “He was showing me pictures of his club, and I forwarded the pictures to my phone while he was talking to someone else.

Looking at Vince’s cell, Stella saw Foxy and this big redhead with enormous jugs standing there, both topless. It looked like all they were wearing were string bikini bottoms and stilettos. The redhead looked like a wrestler from Monday Night Raw and had just stepped out of a cage match. She was not fat but muscular and easily six feet tall without the high heels, like Larry’s wife.

“Doesn’t Foxy have nice tits?” Vince offered.

“Mine are bigger,” Stella replied in defense.

“But her’s are pierced,” he countered.

Taking his cell phone out of his hand, Stella enlarged the image to show Foxy’s nipples. She had gold loops on each nipple. Stella could feel her sex clench as the thought of sucking Foxy’s puffy nipples hit her.

“Would you like me to get pierced?” Stella asked as she wondered how it would feel and how bad it would hurt.

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want, but,” Vince offered.

“But, you’d like to see me with nipple jewelry?” Stella laughed but secretly thought the idea had merit. “If I got my nips done, then I’ll have to show them off. Would that be okay?”

“I’ve always encouraged you to show off, and I meant every word!” Vince encouraged her. “It has always been my fantasy to have arm candy to parade around with and make everyone else jealous!”

“So, you don’t mind your friends looking at me as a sex object?” Stella asked as the thought of Vince considering her as slutty arm candy was a thrill that penetrated deep into her loins.

“Larry loves to show off his wife, and if he can do it, so can I!” Vince assured her. Just then, the house phone rang, and Vince picked it up. Hanging up the phone, he turned to Stella and said, “Your ride is here, and I’ll walk you down to be sure the valet doesn’t molest you too badly.