Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2023 13:02:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 131 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 131 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now. All the usual caveats / warnings. As you all know, the nifty donations link is here. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please consider making a donation to nifty if you can. Every little helps. Finally, another "Bridge" chapter alert. I was finding that developing this particular storyline was (is) time consuming. And some crazy shit popped up in my real life, shit I've had to spend a lot of time on. Anyway, I thought I'd get this one out here as a scene-setter. Publishing it will also encourage me to write the next parts quicker. When we'd both recharged, at Linda's direction, I tenderly fucked her very well-lubricated ass until I came, although I did lose some control and things became a little more frantic as I approached a very decent second orgasm of the day. Linda worked her clitoris hard but she didn't manage to climax. Afterwards, Linda and I lay in bed in near silence until I realized it was time to be getting back to the office. Eventually, I reluctantly got up and started to get dressed. I'd felt comfortable lying in bed with Linda. I even thought briefly about not going back to the office that afternoon. "Ron," Linda said, as I put my shoes on, "I'd ask you to stay, but I have things I need to do. However, please, going forward, don't call me every time you want to, you know, do something like this. Fuck. It doesn't work like that for me. On the other hand, if I call you, then that means I want to, you know, do what we just did. And until you sort your marriage out one way or the other, I'd like us to be able to keep doing things like today. On a semi-regular basis, but more casual than serious. OK?" "Not completely casual," Linda added as a kind of afterthought. "Yes. I'd like that, Linda," I replied. "But let me be the one who initiates things, OK?" I let Linda know that that was fine by me. Although as I drove back to work, I felt the urge to tell Linda I wanted more. I grabbed a sandwich on the way back to the office and ate it in the car. And after my lunchtime exertions, the afternoon that followed seemed very boring. == On both Monday and Tuesday evening, Louise and I had sex. And our first fuck saw Louise put herself into things much more enthusiastically than she had been doing lately. In fact, it was one of our better recent 'conventional' couplings. Louise would be leaving early evening on Wednesday for her Sales Conference and wouldn't be back until Friday night. At all times, I acted normally with Louise. No jealous husband outbursts, anything like that. I didn't give her any clue I knew about her and David. Or that I'd been given what I thought was probably correct information about her and Matty fucking on the side. I also gave no indications that I myself had been indulging in any extra-marital extras. On Tuesday night, before Louise and I went to bed, I took a call from Randall on my 'normal' cellphone. He told me he had something to tell me. Could I meet him for a drink on Friday night? I asked him to hold. "Louise, it's Randall. Wants me to go for a beer Friday night." "Randall or Raquel?" "Randall," I replied. I'd totally assumed that I wasn't going to be meeting Randall's sexy alter-ego, Raquel. "Sure, Ron. Why not?" "What time will you be back on Friday?" I asked her. "Don't worry, Ron. I'll pick the boys up on my way home. Tell Randall it's OK. I'll watch some Netflix. I'll probably be tired anyway. Go on, you haven't had a normal night out in a while." I didn't object. "OK, Randall," I said back into my cellphone, "Let me know where and when." "I'll text you the details, Ron," Randall replied, before hanging up. == Shortly after lunch on Thursday afternoon I called Donna on my burner from the office parking lot. "Hi, Donna, it's Ron. I'm calling about tonight." "Oh, hi, Ron. First things first. Are you able to spend the night? Or do you have to be home? Louise is out of town, yes?" "Yes, Louise is at a Sales Conference. Ehm, I don't HAVE to go home, I guess." "OK, Ron. That's good. Can you get to the place I'm about to text you for 7:30pm?" "Yeah, Donna, I guess I can go straight from work if necessary. Where's the place?" "Down in Ardsley. We'll meet in a Coffee Shop." "Oh? Eh, yeah, sure, no problem." Why were we meeting in a coffee shop? I'd expected that we'd be meeting in one of Donna's many fuck pads. "Ron, I'll text you the address. It's an easy drive from your place." "OK," I agreed, trying not to sound in anyway unenthusiastic. "See you later, Ron. Try and be on time. I'll explain everything when we meet." == I arrived at the appointed meeting place to see Donna was already sitting at a small table stirring some milky coffee drink in a tall glass. I got myself a double espresso and joined her. "Hi, Ron. Thanks for coming. It's always good to see you." "Hi, Donna. How's things?" "Oh, you know. Busy with the website and related activities. Missing you." "Oh," I replied. "OK, Ron. Tonight. Sorry, I need to be brief while we're here. OK, here's how it goes. At first, I mean. You know I organize parties, and shit like that?" "Yes. Eh, Donna, I didn't exactly, ehm, think, a Party?" "No Ron. Not a party, not exactly. OK. Well, similar but different." "Donna, I didn't.." "Ron, it's OK. Anyway, you know I do the fan meet thing, you know, they can star in a movie with me? Well, some of the people I meet, mainly their wives if they come and watch, well I organize another thing that THEY like to do. The wives, girlfriends, or well, let me explain. It's pretty sexy. And it makes me some extra money." I had no idea where this was going. Whatever it was, I guess if it was totally fucked up, I would tell Donna I was going home. "So, Ron. Do you remember a while back, you were with me at the Beachcomber? I was doing that movie with Lolita. The angry boss thing. God! That's such a popular movie. Would you believe, it has over 50,000 views!" "Yes. I mean, I remember that night," I added. "Well, my fuck-a-fan thing that night was with a guy called Arnold. Do you remember him?" I thought back. Yes. Bulky guy with a hot wife or girlfriend. "Eh, I think so," I replied. "Do you remember his wife, Sheena?" "Yes. I think so," I replied again. "You'll definitely remember her, Ron. Great tits. Fantastic attitude, very sexy lady. I like her. A lot. Well, a couple of weeks ago she was the pilot for this new scheme I have." "Oh? Like what kind of 'scheme'?" I asked. "Well, Ron, basically I understand that a lot of what I do is basically, you know, hooking. Anyway, I now get other girls, like wives of contacts I have, or some of them approach me directly, main thing is, they're ALL amateurs, and I now have a thing where for one night, or a weekend, a girl gets to work the night as a hooker, and I take care of the organization. I take 30% of the cash. So, I set up the apartment, I act as a 'Maid', it's all good clean fun. The women love it. And you'd be surprised how many women I've signed up. It's been a month since I started, and I have 6 sessions setup already." "Shit. Really? I'd never have thought." I was genuinely surprised. "These days, a lot of us girls just want to have fun. And, Ron, as you know, I like helping girls have fun." Donna paused, looked down at her phone like she was expecting a call or a text. She looked back up at me. "Ron. Tonight, I need a favor." "Oh," I replied, a little surprised. "At first, I mean. To confirm, you said Louise was away?" "Yes." "OK. So, tonight, my amateur 'concubine' is a little nervous. This is her first session. And this is our third session of this kind, and the second one started badly. The first trick that night was an asshole. Really fucked up the tone for the rest of the evening. Got the girl nervous. Zeta won't be having a repeat session, put it that way, that's for sure. Luckily, she didn't walk out. I thought at one point I'd have to take over. Anyway, we've scheduled calls tonight from 8pm. I want you to come to the address I'm about to send you at eight. Have another coffee, give it ten minutes or so after I leave, and then show up for eight, at the address here. I'm about to send it to you." Donna made a few clicks on her phone. Five seconds later, my burner buzzed. "Ron, there. It's close by." Then, Donna handed me a folded set of banknotes. "When you arrive, give me this when I ask, and play along that you don't know me. That's important. OK? She needs to think you're a real 'trick', you know, customer, or whatever." "Yes. But Donna, this girl?" "Ron, you'll like her. Her playname tonight is 'Asha'. It's not her real name, obviously. She wanted to use 'Pandora', jeez, eventually we settled on 'Asha'. In real life she's actually some kind of Training Specialist. Works in some Government department down on Long Island. She's definitely no bimbo. Mature. Divorced. Very attractive. She tried out as a model for me but ended up not being able to have her images published on the web. Too dangerous for her job. Shame. They were good photos too. When she heard about this new thing I do, she was very interested. This is more discreet for her. She's a fair way from home, there's no chance of any awkward encounters." The whole setup sounded kind of weird. But I wasn't going to say 'no'. "Ron, I'm going to send you another text. Here, take these keys." Donna handed me a set of keys. "Go to THAT address later, after you've finished with Asha. I'll have finished up here by 11pm. Meet me there." "Eh, ehm, OK." "Sorry, Ron. I know we're reaching the end of our little affair. I'm not stupid. But let's spend one last night together. The good thing, there's a bar across the street from this apartment if you get bored waiting for me. And there's cable, it has all the channels. And I put food and drink in the refrigerator earlier. You can have a drink or whatever, and I'll text you when I'm on my way. OK?" "OK," I replied. "Ron, see you at eight sharp for the thing with Asha. And remember, play along. You don't know me. You're just a regular guy wants to fuck a hot MILF hooker." "OK," I once again replied, "I've got it Donna." "I think you'll have fun with Asha. And thanks, Ron. You really are the best. Louise is lucky to have you." Donna took a last sip of her coffee, then stood up and headed out to the parking lot. I pocketed the keys Donna had given me and ordered another coffee. TO BE CONTINUED