Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2020 20:53:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 43 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 43 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends Usual disclaimer, legal stuff, etc. 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. Right now. Feedback is always welcome. You can email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com with anything you'd like to raise. Except spelling mistakes. I self-edit and occasionally errors get through. Sorry! Finally, the donation thing. Donations are needed so that nifty can continue to provide a forum for people like me to share my stories, and so that you can read these same stories. So, give it some thought, and consider donating to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Every little helps. And now, where were we? My meeting with Linda Ware proved profitable. In more ways than one. On the one hand, in terms of the account, Linda told me that she wanted to expand her corporate website. Now, my company didn't do web design, but she gave me the details of her website management company, and explained that they'd need some support on her firm's specific Cloud setup as they had some new innovative digital features that needed my input. It was Linda's web team that had in fact asked to speak to me, so I wondered why Linda hadn't simply sent me an email, or indeed just given my email address to her web guys. But when Linda started her subtle, but not too subtle, flirt game, this time I played along, more than I usually did. And I thought if I hadn't actually just dumped a load in Rudy's ass, I might have taken it further there and then. Linda was looking good tonight. Her makeup was freshly done, and her natural full lips were a deep shiny red. She'd tied her blonde hair up, in a professional look, and wore wide rimmed rounded dark red eyeglasses. Despite wearing a professional dark blue work suit, and a plain white blouse, with a patterned designer scarf, Linda still managed to exude an authentic feminine sexiness, in line with the type of woman who could pull off that look without appearing too much of a slut. Not that she was showing any cleavage, or anything too obviously over the top. I wondered what she was wearing under her work outfit. As I imagined how sexy it probably was, it suddenly dawned on me that I actually did think she was hot. Linda wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, far from it, but there was no way you'd call her ugly, and I certainly wouldn't have minded bending her over and pounding her over her desk doggy-style. The flirting became a little more personal when Linda told me that since her divorce, 'last year', she'd had trouble finding 'Mr. Right'. I gave her the "If I wasn't happily married' routine. Linda looked at me. "So, Ron, if you weren't, as you put it, 'happily married', you and me could maybe have been an item?" I decided, 'What the hell?', go with the flow. "Definitely, Linda. I don't want to cross professional boundaries here, but you're an attractive woman." I felt in this case that flattery was the best policy. I could tell Linda was liking it. She hesitated a few seconds. "Ron, you're a handsome man. But I suppose, well, if it isn't going to be, it isn't going to be. Please, don't let this affect the business side of things. I don't want to sound like some desperate middle-aged woman. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have embarrassed you." I wondered how old Linda actually was? I'd always had her mid to late 30s. Older? Being the gentleman that I am, I reassured Linda that she needn't be sorry. Then I took a gamble. "Linda, right now isn't a great time for me in terms of relationships. If I'm being honest, my marriage isn't going great. There's some things I need to work through. How about we maybe do our next meeting at lunch? And we can talk more. Maybe grab a bite to eat?" Then I decided to go all-in. I channeled my inner 'smooth operator'. Well, as much as I could, it had been a long time since I'd tried to seduce anyone. But flattery was part and parcel of my job. Usually on technical matters, like telling some dork IT Manager he was a genius when he clearly wasn't, that kind of thing. Not like this. I went for it anyway. "Linda, before tonight, we haven't ever really talked about personal things. But I've always felt you were someone I could talk to. About personal things, if it ever came to it. I'm sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable." Linda smiled at me. Base hit! "Ron, if I didn't know you were such a consummate professional, and 'happily married'..", at that point Linda paused for effect, "Well, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." I took a deep breath, then I smiled at Linda, looking her directly in the eyes. "Linda, maybe it'll do me good to talk about some of the things going on in my life right now. With a sympathetic ear. I feel you'd be a good listener." Fuck, Ron! She's loving this. She's probably already moist down there. Way to go! I slowly packed away my laptop. "Anyway, I'll talk to your web people and I'll be back in touch in the next week." That concluded the meeting. We shook hands as we took our leave. I held Linda's hand a little longer than was strictly necessary. As I headed to my car, Linda called at me from the entrance to her office. I turned round to see Linda standing in the open doorway to her offices, an unlit cigarette and lighter in her hands. Just then, I noticed that she had nice legs. I half thought about walking straight back into Linda's office and fucking her on her expensive desk. Linda's voice pulled me out of my fleeting fantasy. "Ron, make our next appointment a late one. Not lunch. After 5pm. I'll take you to dinner. OK?" I agreed, and said I'd send Linda a couple of times for us to synch up on. Then I got in my car and drove home. == I arrived home to see that Louise had bathed the boys and was getting them ready for bed. I could see that she had a late dinner planned, as in we'd eat after the boys had fallen asleep. This usually meant Louise wanted to talk about something. I grabbed a beer and then headed upstairs. Louise turned to me as I entered the kids' bedroom. "Ron, help me get the boys down. I've got us some food in the oven, pasta bake. And there's a bottle of Italian red. There's something I'd like to discuss over dinner." It took near to forty-five minutes to get both boys to sleep. Louise then headed downstairs, as I went into the bedroom to change out of my work clothes, finishing what remained of my lukewarm beer. At the dinner table we ate and made polite conversation. Nothing controversial. Nothing sexual, yet. But I could sense it was coming. I explained about my work day, about the shitshow that my ex-colleague Perez had left me when he'd quit the job. I didn't mention Rudy, naturally. And I also didn't mention I'd probably set up an extra-marital fuck with a horny MILF in the next couple of weeks. When we'd finished eating, Louise cleared the table. I'd drunk my glass of red wine when Louise returned and topped me up, before she filled her own glass with the last of the bottle. Louise went over to the couch then returned to the dinner table putting a clean glass ashtray next to her wine glass. Then she lit a Marlboro. I guessed it was time for our talk. "Ron, you've been strange lately. Distant. I know we had an argument a few weeks back, but I don't understand your behavior. We've fucked like, what, once? Once in three weeks? I was angry, but not so angry I don't want us to never have sex again." Louise took a drag on her cigarette, followed by a drink of wine. I felt she wanted me to answer. It wasn't exactly how I'd thought the conversation would start. "Louise, we, .. I, well, the freaky stuff we do, .. we did. I don't know if I'm comfortable with it anymore." Louise pursed her mouth a little, then gave a nonchalant mini-shrug. "Ron, what does that have to do with me and you? I mean, ME. And YOU. You know, in bed? As husband and wife? As sexual partners? I don't get it. Are you telling me you don't want to fuck me anymore?" I was halfway through a drink of wine. I removed the glass of wine from my mouth having to take extra care to not spill any. "No, Louise, that's not what I'm saying." "Well, Ron, what is it? What are you saying?" "Louise, I'm sorry, I just feel different." Louise took a large sip of wine. "So, 'Want a divorce different', Ron? That kind of 'different'?" "NO!", I replied loudly. Louise took another drag on her cigarette, one of her deep nervous drags I'd learned to recognize over the years. I expected her to say something, but I could see she was waiting for me to continue. I hadn't expected an insecure Louise. A passive Louise. I had fully expected to be on the receiving end of some kind of bullshit lecture. It was the way things had been lately. "Louise, OK, I'm sorry. It's not that." Louise looked at me. She took another deep pull on her cigarette, then crushed what remained of it out in the ashtray. "Ron, take me upstairs. NOW. And fuck me." == The sex was better than it had been lately. Louise went to town on my cock with her lips and mouth before squeezing her enormous tits around my shaft like I'd watched her do to David. After massaging my cock for a couple of minutes with her voluptuous titty flesh, she then grabbed me on top of her, missionary style. We kissed a lot as I pounded her soaking wet pussy for all I was worth. Louise climaxed loudly and a few moments later I came for the second time that day. Less intense than when I'd come earlier in Rudy's ass, but nevertheless a damn good orgasm. When we were both done, Louise got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Then, when Louise had cleaned up, she came back into bed. "Ron. I want us to do this more often. But there's something I want to tell you." Oh-oh! Here we go, I thought. She's been fucking another man. I knew it! My body tensed. Louise must have felt the tension inside me. "No, Ron, it's not another guy." I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could say anything, Louise continued. "It's a woman. It WAS a woman. I mean. No, it IS a woman." Shit! As far as I was concerned, cheating was cheating. I was angry, but I tried to keep a lid on it. I needed Louise to tell me what was going on. If I exploded, we'd end up in a shouting match and she'd clam up. "Hear me out, Ron, then tell me what you think. Please." I exhaled loudly through my teeth, then Louise began. Louise told me how she'd met a woman in the mall about a week previously. It was a Tuesday, I'd been at work. She said she'd noticed the woman a couple of times in the Italian coffee shop in the food court, and had thought that she must work at the mall. They'd said 'hello' a couple times, that had been it. Louise said that her hunch had been right, the woman did work in the mall. She worked in a custom jewelry store in a quiet spot on the lower ground, what people referred to as the 'Bohemian section'. I knew it because there was a sporting memorabilia store down there. Anyway, Louise explained that the woman actually owned the jewelry business. They'd chatted over coffee, and then the woman, who Louise told me was called Cara, had given her a tour of the store. While Louise was there, Cara's assistant had left them alone. Louise said that it was the girl's afternoon off. Cara had asked Louise if she'd like to try on some jewelry. After trying on several necklaces Louise had known by the woman's touches, seemingly accidental but sensual, that she was into her. Louise told me that she'd surprised herself when she flat out asked the woman if she was a lesbian. Cara had said that she was. And that she found Louise very attractive. Louise, again surprised by her boldness, had asked Cara if there was a back office. There was. Louise then asked Cara if she could close the shop for half an hour. Cara was delighted to oblige. Louise told me how at first they'd kissed, then how Cara had lavished her frantic attention on her tits, squeezing and sucking her nipples until Louise almost screamed in delight. Louise then told me how she'd brought Cara to orgasm by tonguing her clit. Finally Cara had brought Louise off using her fingers. Louise looked at me, seriously. "Ron, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. Well, not without telling you. In fact, sorry, and this probably makes things worse, but this afternoon I went to Cara's apartment, and we had sex again. I ate her pussy again. I understand now why you like it so much. Cara loved it, told me I was really good at it. And this time Cara dildo-ed me to a climax. She has a collection of 'toys'. So, I came too. It was incredible." I was silent for a good few seconds. I was upset, but I didn't really know what to say. One thing I was NOT going to say in some stupid childish suicidal revenge play was that I'd fucked Rudy that afternoon. I silently sniggered. Jesus, it was possibly the same time Louise was having her cunt pleasured by this Cara bitch, that I was shafting Rudy. Louise spoke next. "Well, Ron. There we have it. How do you feel? Now I've told you?" How DID I feel? That was the strange part, I was more than a little mixed- up. Part of me was upset about the cheating. But as Louise had told the story of her lesbian sex with Cara I'd actually got turned on. My cock had definitely perked up and I suspected Louise had noticed. I put my hand on Louise's shoulder. "Turn over!" I demanded, firmly but politely. Louise acceded to my request, and flipped herself over onto her front. Without saying a word, I signaled Louise to lift her ass off of the bed using my hands, before I violently penetrated Louise's still moist cunt from behind. Then I relentlessly jackhammered myself to another orgasm. I was shocked when Louise squealed as she came in unison with me. She was normally only a one orgasm a night woman. Given her earlier tryst with Cara, this must have been number three of the day. Like it was for me, I suddenly thought. I disentangled myself from Louise and lay back on the bed. There was silence for about a minute. I spoke first. "Louise, why did you tell me this? Why did you tell me about this Cara woman?" Louise reached over the edge of the bed and pulled a cigarette from a pack on the floor. She lit up, then exhaled. "Ron, two reasons. One, I wanted to be honest with you. It felt wrong doing something behind your back. I know with your male pride you'd never have forgiven me if I'd fucked another guy. So I didn't fuck another guy. I won't do that to you, Ron. Ever. God knows, maybe I should have, but I can't bring myself to do it. Not when you aren't there. You know, Ron, it may sound crazy, but I love you." Louise took another drag on her cigarette, before continuing. "And the second reason? Well. Ron, Cara's coming over for dinner on Saturday. She's bisexual. Like me. Fuck, Ron. Like you. I want us to have a threesome. She wants us to have a threesome. Please let's do this! Mom will take the kids." Now I really was speechless. TO BE CONTINUED