My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 1 of 16
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Carlos was a shy, fearful virgin when he enrolled in college. Then he met an older woman who made him a man. She also gave him some good advice: instead of looking for romance with clueless girls his age, seek out married women in sexless marriages. His horny housewife harem taught him the ways of erotic love.
All 16 chapters of this tale have been written and will be posted just as quickly as the good folks at Literotica can review them. Here in Part 1, we learn how Carlos got his first lessons in finding sexual satisfaction.
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My therapist suggested I write this journal. I agree that it's probably a good idea. She says that the act of putting the events of my life in writing will help me process my feelings about them.
During our first session, I told her that a friend of mine claimed that therapy sessions helped her resolve feelings that stemmed from mistakes she made in her youth. I've got similar unresolved feelings, and my friend suggested that I should try to talk to a counselor about them. Don't get me wrong: I don't feel like a personal failure. I am happy with the way my life has evolved. I am happy with the man I am today. Overall, I believe I've done a good job overcoming my childhood obstacles. Still, there are some lingering issues I need to explore.
When I told the therapist the specific reasons why I believed I needed counseling, she said my story was very unusual. She used the word "intriguing," and she speculated that others might want to read my journal. She pointed out that memoirs are very popular in bookstores these days, especially when the memoirs are about sex. If you're reading these words, it means I must have decided my therapy journal would interest a wider audience.
Let's start with me confessing that this chronicle is mainly about the reasons I have always preferred having sex with married women. For most of my life, I've had no interest in women who want to have committed, exclusive relationships. I've wanted women who would sneak over to my house while their husbands were busy. They'd give me a lot of hot sex, and then sneak back home.
I can't claim credit for the idea. The woman who took my virginity - her name was Maria - was stuck in a sexless marriage. She claimed I'd be happier if I avoided single women who were my age. Maria argued that the coeds who went to my college were too focused on finding men who might be good husband material. "Stay away from those girls, Carlos," Maria said. "I got married too young. Don't make that same mistake."
What Maria suggested was that I maintain relationships with married women who don't get enough good sex from their husbands. She even said I should put together what she called a "horny housewife harem" to provide me with hot, no-strings sex.
People like me are called "homewreckers," but I never felt guilty. I was careful to help the wives avoid doing anything to make the husbands suspicious. I never encouraged them to leave their marriages for me. The women I hooked up with claimed their husbands were lousy lovers who never satisfied them in bed. I justified my actions by telling myself that if those guys worked harder to take care of their wives' needs, none of the women would want sex from me.
Part of the reason I felt this way is because Maria was the first of many women who claimed their husbands were limp-dicked losers. She said he was so lousy in bed that she was thrilled to finally get some satisfaction from me.
I met Maria Caputo at a time in our lives when we were both very unhappy. She was 36 and feeling bad about her life. I was 19, a virgin, and worried I'd never go on a date.
You need to understand that my teenage years were pretty rough. My father died in a car accident when I was a kid, so I was raised by a single mom who struggled to keep our family together. It didn't help that I lived in a part of the country where people of Hispanic heritage were considered outsiders. Having a name like Carlos Ramos didn't make me popular at my high school.
What made my life worse was that I had bad skin, thick glasses, and a scrawny frame. The rich, entitled white kids bullied me constantly, calling me names like "beaner." The girls made sure I understood that they would never consider having anything to do with me. Their jock boyfriends looked for every opportunity to knock me around. There was a big basketball player named Phillip who used me as his personal punching bag. I mention Phillip because you'll read more about him later.
After four years of hell in high school, college felt like heaven. The bullying stopped. But my social life didn't improve. The cute girls continued to act like I was invisible, and the jocks found new ways to let me know they considered me to be inferior to them. Like any 19-year-old boy, my body was so full of testosterone that it was uncomfortable being around so many cute girls who wanted nothing to do with me.
Since I couldn't afford tuition without help, the college gave me a part-time job working in the library, where Maria was my boss. She was always very nice to me. When we weren't busy, she let me study instead of work. I immediately noticed that Maria was a fitness nut who looked just as hot as when she was a college cheerleader. She always showed up for work in outfits that managed to be classy and sexy at the same time.
Classy and sexy. That was Maria.
She was so attractive I sometimes had a hard time working next to her. And when I say I had a "hard" time, that's exactly what I mean. If I wasn't careful, I'd look a little too closely at her shapely ass or gorgeous tits, and pretty soon I'd get a boner. I tried not to stare, but Maria regularly caught me admiring her body. It made me feel like a pathetic pervert.
One time Maria saw that I had a boner - again - and it made her smile. It was the first time I realized that she enjoyed getting that kind of attention. She told me later that her husband never looked at her anymore. I don't know how any guy with a beating heart could fail to appreciate a hot piece of ass like Maria, but I would come to learn that there are a lot of clueless losers like that.
Seeing her smile made it impossible for me to avoid getting an erection any time I was around Maria. It was humiliating. I'd do whatever I could to conceal the bulge in my trousers, but she always spotted it eventually. It got so bad that I began to worry that she'd get tired of being perved on by a teenager, and she'd fire me.
My fears seemed to manifest themselves one day when she spotted me with yet another boner. "Carlos, can you come back to my office?" she said.
I was terrified. I expected that Maria was going to tell me she didn't appreciate being drooled over by a pathetic loser like me. She locked the door, sat in her chair, and motioned for me to stand in front of her.
Imagine how shocked I was when she grabbed my cock through my trousers. "Wow," she said. "This is even harder than I thought. You must have a pretty nice cock, Carlos. Can I take a look at it?"
"S-s-s-sure," I said, shocked that such a beautiful, refined woman wanted to see my dick. She undid the front of my pants, lowered my boxers, and took a long look at my hard cock.
"I haven't seen anything this nice in years, Carlos. Years," Maria said. She gently ran one finger up and down my dick, and I began to worry that I'd humiliate myself by cumming all over her hand.
"Are you a virgin, Carlos?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I said.
"Don't call me ma'am," she said. "Call me Maria. Carlos, since you just told me something private about yourself, I'm going to reveal something private about me. Can you guess what it is?"
