Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2018 19:11:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 10 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 10 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. If you enjoy reading stories on nifty, please consider a donation to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. It will help writers and readers alike. Finally, if you have any feedback on my story, please feel free to email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. Thanks. With our oldest kid having a stomach upset at the start of the week, and me having a lengthy softball league playoff game on Wednesday after work (we won, 13-12, in 15 innings, so we were on again the following Wednesday, one step from the finals), it wasn't until Thursday night that Louise and I eventually got the opportunity to fully discuss our experience with Gina. We sat down in the living room. I'd got myself a cold bottle of beer and brought through a glass of white wine for Louise. Louise took a sip from the cool glass I'd handed her then lit a Marlboro. Louise pretty much now smoked where and when she liked, especially since I'd declared my smoking fetish. At least she refrained from smoking in front of the kids. She took a slow satisfying inhale, then looked intently at the cigarette she was holding for a few seconds. "Wow, first one since Sunday. OK, Ron, let's discuss what happened Sunday night. We've got a hectic weekend coming up with the Charity dinner and everything." I agreed, now was going to be the best time to talk. Louise looked at me wondering if I was going to start, then when she saw me hesitating, she took the initiative. "OK, Ron. First things first. I didn't know how I would react to being with a shemale. ME. BEING with a shemale, I mean. But you know what, I really enjoyed the experience. And I kind of understand your interest in them now. A hot shemale, well she's got everything." "Louise, I loved it as well. For me it was like being with a really hot woman, and a man. But the same person. I can't help it, but I find the whole thing very erotic." Louise put her hand on my knee. "Ron, I really liked seeing you get fucked. I'm sorry, I may have got a little carried away, some of the things I said at the time. But I was so turned on. And I suppose I was a little drunk. But, Ron, for the future, I'd still like to see a 'guy guy' doing you. If we carry on with involving other people in our sex life, baby, that's still something I really want to see. OK? You can fix it up when you feel ready. I feel a little embarrassed saying this, but I wouldn't mind watching Rudy fucking you." "OK, Louise", I replied, "But, 'right situation' and everything. Baby, more general point, do you feel what we're doing with the sex thing, that's how we roll from now on? We aren't going back to 'normal', we carry on like this? Or do we reach a point when we stop?" Louise took a deep drag on her cigarette, exhaled towards the ceiling, then dabbed her cigarette out in the ashtray in front of her. "Ron, I feel we've gone full speed into this, and I sometimes wonder if we've gone too fast. I think to myself what my own motivation was, IS, for what we do. Is it my mid-life crisis? Probably. Ron, we've never really discussed this, but when I was young, before we met, and I was sexually active, the whole casual sex phase of my life. I fucked so many guys because I felt somehow it was a way of feeling 'liked'. Not 'loved'. If a guy wanted to fuck me, I usually let him. Because if he wanted me, it meant I must be someone that guys liked. The sex made me feel like I was worth something. If I'm being honest with myself, maybe there's that side of things to why I'm doing this now. To feel wanted again." Louise lit another Marlboro. "Ron, there's also another aspect I think about. I guess it's a negative one. Maybe I shouldn't say this, I really do still love you, I think. But especially when I'm with you now, and another guy is fucking me in front of you. I get excited, and I mean REALLY excited, physically and mentally. The whole time I'm getting fucked, in the back of my mind is the thought I'm punishing you for how we got here. We've had a few years now where I've felt taken for granted by you. I'm sorry, but I feel there's an element of payback in what I'm doing. Another example. When Gina fucked you in the ass, I really wasn't sure whether I wanted you to love it, or I wanted you to hate it. I need to focus hard to get these thoughts out of my head, it's not fair to you, I see that." This surprised me, and hurt me a little. No, I'm lying, it hurt me a lot. I tried to tell Louise how I felt, but she blew out a pale blue cloud of smoke as she shushed me. "Ron, let me continue then you can have your say. You see, I also feel like I'm giving YOU what you want, and I always try to make things good for YOU when we do this stuff. There were things you wouldn't admit to me, maybe felt that you couldn't trust me with, so I see now that you bottled up your desires. I didn't want you betraying me though. You wanted to have sex with a guy. I made that happen. You lusted after Debbie for years, I knew you wanted to fuck her. I made that happen. Every guy's got a fuck-the-young- hot-babysitter thing going on inside them. I made that happen. You wanted sex with a shemale. I made that happen." I couldn't argue with any of that. I thought of the times recently I'd tried to be more assertive, to take more control of our new sexual dynamic. But I could see that it was still being driven totally by Louise. Up to that point, I'd really thought the Gina M thing was my idea. But the realization hit me that, all the way from Louise suggesting we watch porn, to getting us to log onto online chat, to then getting me to call Gina, I'd just pretty much done what I was directed to do by Louise. I couldn't fight against Louise's manipulations, I didn't even realize when it was happening, so how could I? I just went along every time. "I'm sorry Louise. I'm sorry if I made you feel how you felt over the last few years, it really wasn't deliberate. You're right, I do feel a lot of emotions when I see you with another guy, but I try and force them deep down inside me. For YOU. It would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn't give a shit, if I'd given up on us. But I haven't." Once again, I came back to my central question. "What do we do from here?" Louise replied pretty much as she had when we'd discussed this before. "If we feel like we want to do something freaky, and Ron, it doesn't have to be every week, we're not on a schedule, we tell each other and we decide how we're going to play it. If a situation arises naturally, we discuss it at the time. If we both feel good about it, we go with the flow. If either of us is unsure, we pass. OK? Say we end up in a situation where I want another guy to fuck me. Or fuck the both of us. I'll ask you. You can say yes or no. If I want you to do something for me, I'll make you aware, and you can decide whether to take it further or not. Say we meet a hot girl, and I'd like to see you fuck her. I'll ask if you're OK doing it. But remember, if YOU want to do something, you need to let ME know. We do this together, remember? And don't forget, we still have a functioning sex life at home. Me and you." I replied, "Sure, honey. I get it" However, I still felt that it was safer for me to let Louise dictate the terms of our sexual experimentation. Maybe a situation would come up and I could then be the one driving it. I had to think about it. Choose the right time, the right situation. As Louise stood up to get a wine refill, she turned to me. "Ron, one for the future. It can be in a few weeks' time, a couple of months, whatever. I'd like us to go together to an 'Adult Store'. I want to first see what it's like. And I want us to buy some toys." Shit, I thought. Who are the toys for? On Saturday, I dropped the kids off at Louise's mom's house while Louise got ready for the Charity dinner. I'd dropped the kids off myself because Louise had bought some expensive dress she'd forbidden me to look at before the big night, and she wanted to get her look just right, which meant literally hours doing her hair and make-up. I'd got ready earlier and was wearing my special occasion dark suit, a dark blue Armani I'd bought the year before heavily discounted at a retail outlet store, an open neck white shirt, and brown loafers. I'd had my hair cut in the morning. And shaved without managing to cut myself. I felt I looked pretty good. When I got home, I cracked open a beer. Louise was still upstairs getting ready. I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted up, "Cab in 25 minutes, baby!" I heard Louise respond with, "OK, 10 minutes". I sat on the couch. After more like 15 minutes, Louise walked into our living room. "What do you think, Ron?" Louise looked stunning. Louise had curled her dark hair which was tied up, with swirls of hair hanging down at the front which loosely covered her neck and ears. Louise had gone for dark red and silver eye shadow, with a deep Burgundy lipstick to match. Louise's long dress was black but had subtle curved Burgundy patterned stripes throughout. The deep Burgundy was almost black, but slightly shinier than the underlying black fabric, so you had to look closely to see the full effect. It was sleeveless and had a deep V-neck front and back so Louise was displaying her magnificent cleavage, but not too obviously, I felt. The dress hugged Louise's curves perfectly, and the bottom section tapered outwards and stopped just above the floor, hiding Louise's feet. "Shit baby," I managed to say after a few seconds' pause, "You look great. Truly, fucking amazing!" "Why thank you Sir!", Louise smiled, "You don't look too bad yourself. OK, time for a cigarette before we have to leave. Ron, there's a little wine left in the refrigerator, be a darling and pour me a small glass." The trip over to the dinner venue took about 20 minutes. We got to our table at the same time as a couple I didn't recognize. Already seated at the round table were the Maloney's, and Jon and his new 'squeeze'. Frank Maloney wore a dark suit with a white shirt and dark green necktie. Donna Maloney was wearing a similarly dark green colored dress, well actually it was a blended two-tone, the area below Donna's boobs down to her waist was a lighter green, almost turquoise. The skirt piece, well what there was of it, it was very short, was the darker green again. I could see Donna had eschewed subtle tonight. She looked like a BBW pornstar, in a scene where she's still fully clothed and the pizza boy has just arrived and is about to be fucked to within an inch of his life. Her giant fat tits were somehow squeezed in just to that point where they looked as if they were about to pop out. To be fair, Donna had made herself up nicely, her eye shadow was coordinated with her dress, her shiny red lips looked very alluring, and her dyed blonde hair had been curled in a style very similar to Louise's. Donna had been a bit of a babe when she was younger, and despite the extra pounds, several extra pounds in fact, she was still a pretty woman. But she did have a tendency to over compensate with a 'too provocative' look. Which as I say, usually made her look like a BBW pornstar. Or if I was being less charitable, an overweight hooker. And the tattoo she'd got done on her right shoulder as a '30th Birthday present to herself', a shaded trailing heart pattern bordering a flowingly scripted word, 'Desire', didn't exactly tone the look down. Jon Parker had gone open-necked shirt, dark blue, and was wearing a gray suit, with a dark blue pocket handkerchief. His date for the night looked interesting. Like Jon's ex-wife Debbie, she was an attractive thin blonde. But what really surprised me was that she looked about 40 to 45-years-old. Her longish hair was parted in the middle, and her make-up was done very naturally. She was wearing a multi-colored plunge pantsuit, paisley patterned, the main colors were white and orange with some blues and greens. The pant legs flared widely at the knee. She wore a light beige short scarf round her thin neck. I thought she looked like a yoga instructor. Sophisticated, mature, sexy. She had what looked like a new-ish tattoo at the top of her left arm, a bright and colorful floral design which ran down from her shoulder to her elbow. Louise and I sat down to the right of Jon's date. The couple I wasn't familiar with sat down to Louise's left. The table setup was as I knew Frank liked it, boy-girl-boy-girl. "OK, now we're all set!" Frank bellowed. "I'll allow Jon to introduce his new alluring lady friend" Jon introduced his date as Elsa. She was a college professor who lived a few miles north on the Taconic. No details on how they met, so I was assuming the internet hook-up rumors were correct. When it got to the couple I didn't know, Jon apologized and admitted he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting them. Our gregarious host, Frank, took over. "This beautiful lady is Joanne Cooper, and her beau is of course, Randall, Randall Harris. Joanne, you and Randall, must be coming up for your second 'anniversary'? I mean since meeting, not a wedding anniversary. Although, who knows, eh, Randall, maybe one day! This lovely couple actually met at one of Donna and mine's parties" Joanne smiled, a little embarrassed. She spoke in a quiet almost shy voice. "I know Louise, of course, through our kids. I'm sorry but I also haven't met your husband, Louise, as well as you and Elsa, Jon. So, it's a night of introductions for a few of us!" A waitress had started pouring champagne into the girls' glasses. I said a friendly "Hi", to Elsa, then to Joanne, then reached over and shook Randall's hand. Joanne looked about 35. She had long straight sleek black hair. Her face was slightly angular, her nose just a little too long, but she was far from unattractive. She wore rectangular black rimmed eyeglasses which gave her a kind of sexy librarian look (it turned out she was a librarian). She was wearing a short dark brown skirt suit, with dark brown stockings or pantyhose, and high heels. Under her short jacket, Joanne had on a white ruffled blouse, unbuttoned. Completing the look, she wore a long pearl necklace that rested on the top half of her cleavage which was visible. I'd have said she was from an Italian background (turned out I was right, Louise told me afterwards that Joanne's maiden name had been Tonelli). Randall was a thin tall African American, I'd say 6'0" tall. He was clean shaven, including his head which was completely shaved. He was wearing a tan colored suit, with a black shirt, which was open to his chest where a thick gold chain was visible. The night's proceedings started, and the drinks started to flow. I tried to keep it as civil as possible with Jon. I hadn't seen him since Louise had told me how he'd tried to get into her pants. He'd skipped the last couple of softball games, apparently due to dinner dates with Elsa. The girls were all smokers, so during cigarette breaks, Frank would mainly drive the men's talk and for once I was thankful for him dominating the conversation. At one point I was taken aback slightly when Shawna's dad, James, came over to the table for a quick talk. I was relieved when he left our table. After all, both Jon and I had fucked his hot young daughter. Jon didn't know I knew about his liaison with Shawna. He certainly didn't fucking know about mine. Eventually we got to 1am and the end of the evening. I was pretty sure I'd complied with Louise's 'behave' edict. I'd been a gentleman when Donna had grabbed me up for a slow dance and confided in me how much she wanted to fuck me. And I'd focused on non-personal topics when talking to Jon. Mainly our softball team's playoff run. Jon said he'd make the next game as Elsa was going to be away at a conference in New York City for a week. I had to admit, Jon was one of our team's best hitters, and he could bat equally well right or left handed. What neither Louise and I wanted was to end up at the after-party at the Maloney's. But that's what happened when a mini-van turned up at the dinner venue and Frank insisted we all get out at his house, which was closest to the venue, for a nightcap. Louise gave me a resigned look and told me quietly we'd better not be rude, and we'd leave after one or two drinks. Louise and I got a slight surprise when we walked in and saw that the Maloney's babysitter for the night was Robert, Shawna's ex-boyfriend. Frank praised Robert as "Being good with Martin", Frank's son from his first marriage, and also sniggered when he said that Robert was a "good fucker". After a few minutes conversation in the living room, Donna headed upstairs, and I ended up in the kitchen with Louise, Elsa, and Joanne and Randall. The Maloney's allowed smoking in their kitchen. The girls were all smoking and chatting, it seemed mainly to be a 'get to know Elsa' meeting. Seems Elsa had been married and divorced four times. Elsa laughed that after divorce number three, she realized she might have a commitment problem. Randall and I got talking. He told me he knew Frank through work, and he'd been to a few of Frank and Donna's parties, where he'd met and got together with Joanne. Turned out that Randall had been married twice before. Louise had mentioned in the past that Joanne had dumped her husband after she found out he was having an affair with a stripper. So everyone in tonight's company except Louise and I had been divorced at some point. I looked at my watch. 1:42am. I needed to take a piss. I got Louise's attention. She silently mouthed 'one more drink'. I excused myself from Randall and looked into the living room, which I noticed was now empty. The TV was still on, but the sound was muted. I was at the bottom of the stairs and knew that there was a toilet upstairs, so I climbed the stairs to seek it out. It had been a while since I'd been in Frank and Donna's house, I didn't fully have my bearings. As soon as I hit the top of the stairs I heard it. Grunts. Moans. I thought I made out a 'Fuck', something I couldn't make out, then 'ass'. It wasn't clear. I took a few steps forward, then carefully turned my head around the open door. Shit! On the bed, sideways on, Frank and Donna Maloney were facing each other, squatted on all fours. Standing behind Donna, Jon was firmly ramming his cock in and out of Donna's asshole. I knew Donna was getting ass-fucked because she kept on urging Jon to "fill my dirty asshole with cum". Donna's massive fat tits were juddering freely with each thrust. Donna still had her dress on which was scrunched up around her midriff and was trying hard to hold in her fat belly. But that wasn't the least of it. Standing behind Frank and methodically shafting Frank's butthole was the babysitter, Robert! Fucking hell! I couldn't believe it. Only a few seconds later, Robert started a high-pitched stutter. "Fra, Fra, Mr. Maloney, I'm gonna cu, cu, cum soon" Frank grunted back, "Son, quick, the usual, give it all to my slut!" Robert pulled out of Frank's ass, then climbed in a frantic rush onto the bed. Donna's eyes opened wide as Robert's first spurt caught her on the cheek, then she swallowed Robert's cock with a loud "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm". Robert was making noises like he was in pain, but I could tell from the look on his young face that nothing was hurting him. Throughout Robert's orgasm, a visibly sweating Jon kept pumping away at Donna's poop tube. As I pulled back from the door, I heard Jon start to come. "Fuck, Donna! I'm gonna fill your ass with my cream! Oh, yessssss!" I went into the bathroom, which was one door down, and locked the door. I hoped when I came out the landing was still clear. Thankfully it was. I tried to quickly and quietly get back downstairs. I managed to get back into the kitchen without any of the orgy party from upstairs seeing me. The girls turned to look at me. I was surprised when Elsa spoke to me. "I don't suppose you know if Jon is finished?" I looked confused. "You see, I told Donna that I'd let Jon fuck her when we got home. Jon does everything I tell him, it's almost like I'm his mom sometimes. I never had any kids and I guess at 49, I'm not going to have any." So, Elsa was 49! She had aged well. "I didn't want to be with him when he did the deed. It's not that I'm a prude, but I felt sure Frank would want some sort of quid pro quo. And while I'm open to sharing, I really don't find Frank attractive. You, Ron, and you, Randall, well that would have been different." Louise looked at me, gave me a funny look with her eyes. I glanced back at Louise who was in the process of lighting another cigarette. I looked at Louise. "We're going, right?" Louise shook her head, then turned to Joanne. "I'd like to watch, if you would. If Randall's into it, I mean." Joanne lifted Louise's Marlboro from Louise's fingertips, took an inhale, then blew a jet of smoke in my direction. She turned to Randall. "Randall, you'd be OK making Elsa feel good, wouldn't you?" "I most certainly would" Elsa looked at me. "I'm going through to the living room. I want Randall's cock in me. And, Ron, I'd really love your cock in me too." I looked at Louise, then I turned towards the living room. Louise nodded her assent at me. I smiled at Randall and the girls. Louise had done it again. TO BE CONTINUED