The Watchers (36,000 words) is a tale about Gene, an insurance adjuster, who is having a mid-life crisis after 20 years of marriage. Imagine that you’ve just finished a mind-numbing seminar and are sitting in a hotel bar having a drink when you pick up on the conversation two guys next to you are having about a Sex Show.
You hear the words “Sex Show,” and your ears perk up. As you listen, you discover that for one-hundred dollars, you can watch people having sex right in front of your eyes. For someone who looks at wrecked cars and damaged houses for a living, a sex show sounds irresistible.
The sex show turns out to be everything Gene could hope for and much more. At the end of the show, he discovers that one of the actresses is his sweet innocent wife of twenty years.
At first appalled, disgusted, and sick at his stomach at what he’s seen, yet he can’t seem to keep from looking at the pictures and movies one of the girls sends him. Discover how Gene attempts to deal with the fact his wife is not what she seems and how is he going to handle this revelation?
As with all of Larry Archer’s erotic stories, this one is for adults only and features graphic depictions of bareback sexual conduct between grown people, who should know better. Larry writes in his humorous style that includes explicit descriptions, and nothing is held back.
Originally released with this cover, Amazon decided that it was too explicit and made me redo the cover. Depending on where you buy the story, the cover will be one of the two shown. The story is the same. Just the cover image is different. The paperback book version has a different cover because of the layout.
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Excerpt from The Watchers
Leaving the training session, all Gene could think about was having a Scotch. These things are enough to drive you to drink, he thought as he located the hotel’s lounge and took a seat at the bar. “Scotch, Rocks,” was all he had to say.
As he sipped his drink, he caught a couple of words of the almost whispered conversation, the two guys next to him, were having. “Sex Show” is what it sounded like, and immediately his ears perked up.
Gene Simmons, no relation to the rock star, tried to lean a little closer, without being obvious. “Best one hundred dollars I’ve ever spent!” was the next comment he caught, so the other guy was happy at blowing a hundred bucks.
As an insurance claims adjuster, Gene led a boring life, where the most exciting thing was when the new actuarial tables were published. Gene and his wife Theresa had been married for almost 20 years, and Gene was starting to believe the stories about guys having a mid-life crisis.
He had even stopped and looked at the new Corvettes the other day. Taking a test drive in the red convertible really opened his eyes. It was almost a sexual experience listening to the throb of the big V-8 engine, and realizing this was not his top safety picked Corolla. Even the young girl on the street corner had given him a big smile and a wave as he drove by. They never did that in his Toyota.
“Do you want to see the show next Friday?” was the next snippet of conversation he overheard as the guys discussed getting together for whatever this sex show was all about.
After spending hours in a mind-numbing seminar, a Sex Show seemed to be a lot more fun. Gathering up his courage, Gene broke into the conversation next to him, “Say, I’m sorry, but did I overhear that you have been to a sex show?”
“Are you a cop?” the guy next to him squinted as he studied Gene carefully.
“No … No,” I’m an insurance claims adjuster, and when I heard you mention Sex Show, it piqued my interest.”
“Do you have a business card?”
“Sure, … hang on a second. Here’s my card,” Gene answered as he fumbled in his pocket and then passed the man a business card.
“Well, it says you’re an insurance claims adjuster, all right. I guess if anyone needs a little excitement in their life, it would be an insurance adjuster,” the man replied, and then both he and his friend broke down laughing.
“Sorry about the questions, but we’re not sure how legal this whole thing is and don’t want to get into trouble.”
“Would you mind telling me about the Sex Show?” Gene asked as he probed for answers.
“It’s pretty simple. You pay a hundred bucks at the door and get to watch two girls getting gangbanged right in front of your eyes and on big screen TV’s, live.”
“Do you get laid?”
“No, it’s not prostitution, just voyeurism. Although several women often attend and give out blowjobs to the watchers. I don’t think they’re part of the show, just girls that get turned on and want to have a little excitement.”
“What about that brunette, the last time that sucked you off? I’d swear that was her husband jerking off while she swallowed your load?” the other guy offered.
“Oh, yeah! That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten, and I remember seeing the guy watching her and jacking off like crazy. Do you think that was her husband?”
“I’m pretty sure of it because I saw them getting in their car together afterward to leave. Ever thought about your wife on her knees sucking some guy’s dick?”
“It would probably be pretty funny watching my wife trying to suck cock with her rubber gloves on! Hopefully, she wouldn’t wear a raincoat.”
Gene watched in amazement as the two guys kidded each other about their wives’ lack of sex drive, as they laughed continuously.
“Guys, guys, what about the Sex Show?” Gene broke in as he could care less about their lack of satisfaction at home.
Wiping a tear from his eye and continuing to snicker, the guy next to Gene replied, “Yeah, I guess you don’t want to hear about our lack of nookie at home.” Then he pulled out a business card along with his gold Cross pen and wrote an address on the back. “Show up here at 7 p.m. Friday and show them my card along with a hundred-dollar bill. Then go in and take a seat. The show starts promptly at 7:15, that’s pretty much all you need to know.” Then after a pause, he added, “They furnish Kleenex if you didn’t bring a hankie.”
The two guys then stood up and threw money on the bar, while continuing to joke about their abysmal sex life and taking good-natured jabs at each other as they left the bar.
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