Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2020 07:38:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 44 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 44 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. Any feedback on my story, please do feel free to email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. And of course, if you've been following this story and others, you'll all know by now that donations are needed to help run nifty. Please consider donating to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Finally, in the current circumstances, if you are able to, stay at home, play at home, play safe and stay safe. Work was fairly quiet on Thursday, and on Friday morning I decided to finish early for the weekend. Linda Ware's web people had gotten in touch early on Friday morning and given me some specs to work on. I reckoned the preparation would take me no longer than a day. After that I'd get back in touch with Linda to schedule our meeting. It didn't really need a meeting, I could give her and her web guys all the information they needed using email. But I knew why Linda and I were going to meet. I was definitely planning to mix business with pleasure on this occasion. I woke early Saturday morning, even before the boys had risen. I decided that I needed to do some research on Cara. I hadn't even seen the fucking woman. Not once. What if I didn't find her attractive? I was worried because stereotypical butch boy-type lesbians did nothing for me. But I thought that given what I'd experienced with Louise to date, on the lesbian front, well, I was fairly sure Louise liked her girls feminine. And attractive. But I knew it would be better if I checked this Cara woman out before this evening's shenanigans. So, some web research was in order. After I'd got myself a cup of coffee, I sat down in front of my laptop in the living room. I took a few sips and dialed google up. Suddenly I realized I didn't even know Cara's full name. I scratched my head, then suddenly thought that the mall directory might be a good first step. Find the jewelry store, find the girl. Chercher la femme. I went to the mall website. It didn't look like there was any store with 'Cara' in its name, but eventually I found a small jewelry store listing that looked like it could be the one. 'Boutique Style Creations', which advertised custom hand-made jewelry. On the mall floor plan it was two units away from the baseball card place. Had to be it. I then searched for websites of the same or a similar name and hit pay dirt. Proprietrix (yeah, seriously, 'Proprietrix', it was written there in the 'About' page) was one 'Ms. Cara Tomlinson'. I found no pictures of Ms. Tomlinson on the store website, but a further google on her name got me access to some social media sites. And there she was. The first picture I came across was professionally shot, in black and white. For sure a pro make-up job and hair. I stared at what looked like a blonde, possibly white/gray haired woman, decent looking. From the shading / lighting, and the camera angle, she did look quite old. It was hard to be certain what age. At least the picture didn't look photo-shopped. Anyway, all in all, Ms. Cara Tomlinson was not bad to look at. Still, I knew that there were good pro photographers who could make practically anyone look attractive. I then channeled my inner stalker and carried on clicking through links for about another 5 minutes. After three or four misses, sites with no pictures, I eventually found another photo, in a set this time, and in color. Cara had bleached white hair, medium length, bob style. From her date of birth shown on the listing I was looking at, I worked out Cara was 43. Which, of course, assumed the date of birth was correct, and I wasn't too sure of that. A little white lie possibly. Anyway, most were face/head shots, but one shot showed Cara's upper half, and as I studied it, it sure looked to me like she had a decent pair of titties pressing against the tight light-gray mohair sweater she was wearing in the photo. Maybe an enhanced bust I thought, probably, it was hard to say. I heard a commotion behind me. It seemed the boys had woken up, so I closed the web browser. I was in 'Private Browsing Mode', natch. I shut the lid on my laptop as the boys rushed into the living room demanding breakfast. == Around 3pm Louise told me to drive the boys round to her mother's. As I left the house, Louise informed me that Cara would be arriving at seven, and that we'd be having snacks and drinks, not a full-on meal. She suggested that I might want to pick up take-out on my way home. Louise said she didn't need anything to eat, but added, with a smile, that I might need some sustenance for later. After I dropped the boys off, I decided to get myself a burger and drove to a place I knew which was on the way home. As I prepared to leave the parking lot of the burger joint with my take-out, I paused and went into the glovebox of my car. I turned my burner cellphone on, I'd actually forgotten about it. After five seconds I heard three pings. Three missed messages. The first two were from Thursday afternoon. It was Rudy. Who else? Text messages. -- ron. going for drinks later with the office girls. louise will be there. be thinking of you. Next message. Two minutes after the first. -- hey. you know billy is not back til tmrw. afternoon fun. NOW? Shit. Looked like I could have gone round to Rudy's place and rammed my cock into his beautiful tight ass again. Missed opportunity. I thought I better keep the phone on when Louise wasn't around, but I wasn't stupid enough to actually bring it in the house. The third message was a picture message from 1:00am Friday. Rudy and Louise, in the Irish bar that was one of the main hangouts for after-work drinks. A Guinness clock in the background showed 7:45 pm, so he'd sent it when he'd got home. I was possibly imagining it, but in the picture, Rudy had a funny smile. Like he was looking at ME while he looked into the camera. I turned the phone off, put it back in the glovebox, then put the car in 'Drive' and headed home. == I got home to find Louise in the bath tub smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of white wine. I went back downstairs and ate my burger, deciding against a beer. When Louise came down, she wasn't fully ready yet. She told me to wear something casual, which I took as my cue to have a shower and a shave. As I headed to the bathroom Louise shouted to me that I should trim myself, 'down there'. It was a quarter after six when we were both ready and we were able to sit down together in the living room. In terms of her look, Louise had gone casual, but not too casual. She was wearing loose black flower patterned pants, with a black V-necked ruffled blouse, which displayed a healthy amount of cleavage. I noticed just a touch of her dark green brassiere. I hadn't seen that one in a while. Louise wore her hair down, and her make-up was noticeable without being overbearing. Louise had coated her lips with a deep dark-red lipstick, and her eyes were shaded a frosty pale green. She looked very good, I had to admit, and I told her so. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Ron!", Louise giggled. Flattery seemed to be my thing these days. I cleared my throat. "OK, Louise, how does this work tonight?" I asked. I'd decided to be direct. Given how little detail Louise had given me, I wasn't even sure if I'd be joining in fully, or just spectating a Louise and Cara lesbo show. Louise lit a Marlboro and exhaled a plume of smoke skywards before she replied. "Well, Ron, Cara assures me that she likes cock. She's been married a couple of times. So tonight you once again get to live the hot-blooded male dream of fucking two women at once. Let's see how it goes. I have a couple of ideas. I'm assuming you're ok with me taking the lead?" I nodded my assent. Once again it occurred to me that I was probably being too passive. But as usual, I didn't really object. And it wasn't another guy Louise was bringing into our home. At least there was that. "Cara hasn't met you. So we'll find out how she wants to go about things, and take it from there. I think you'll like her Ron. We'll have a drink, talk. Get to know each other first. I'm sure this isn't going to be like we've hired in a hooker for the night. But I still expect it to be a lot of fun." Before I knew it I heard the doorbell chime. It was pretty much exactly 7pm. "Let me get it Ron. Get a fresh bottle of wine and another glass through please, baby." I gulped as Louise walked over to our front door, while I went to the kitchen and got the wine. I heard our front door click open. The moment of truth. I walked back into the living room as Louise took Cara's coat, allowing me to get a proper look at our playmate for the first time. Cara looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. She wasn't exactly what I'd been expecting. She definitely had a few miles on the clock, but I didn't at all mind matures, and my first impression was that Cara was definitely fuckable. I inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad night after all. Louise led Cara by the arm over to the sofa. "Ron, pour Cara a drink please". Louise turned to Cara. "I know you like a glass of chilled white wine. From that first time in your office. Your secret cooler," Louise giggled. Cara smiled. I noticed that she too had a bottle of wine in her hand. "Ron. Pleased to meet you. Could I be a pain and ask you to put this in the refrigerator?" I put the wine glass I had in my hand down on the coffee table. Then I took the fresh wine bottle from Cara, before slightly awkwardly pouring a glass from the open bottle I'd retrieved from the kitchen. Maybe I was nervous. "Cara, sorry, one moment, help yourself. I'll just be a minute." I topped Louise up, then headed back to the kitchen. When I came back into the living room, Cara and Louise were sat on the couch. I took the seat opposite. I looked at Louise then turned my gaze back to Cara. Cara. Well, where to start? First off, her hair was significantly different to what I'd seen on the web. It was shorter, and was gelled upwards in loose waves. And what had looked like grey or blonde in the photos I'd found, was actually now a very light pink color. At the front there was a section of darker pink hair, which was almost lilac in tone. Cara's forehead showed obvious age lines. Her wide eyes were crowned with neatly shaped eyebrows which also looked to have been colored dark pink going on ginger. She had striking deep blue eyes which were lined with a pronounced dark eyeliner. To finish her look, Cara had shaded her lips a smooth matt pink, nicely accentuating her chosen color scheme. Overall I had anticipated a 'boho' look, and Cara hadn't disappointed. She wore it well. Clothes wise, Cara was wearing a loose plaid oversized shirt, or dress, no-one could ever call me a fashion expert. Probably a dress. I noticed it had thin straps holding up the loose wide buttoned front section which exposed Cara's lithe shoulders and upper chest. Cara's breasts were big enough not to get totally lost in the loose fabric, I noted with pleasure. Her left shoulder and upper arm were tattooed, a complex shaded dark blue monotone floral design. The check pattern on her dress, not shirt, I'd now worked out it was definitely a short dress, was dark pink and white over dark blue. The dress hung loose all the way down at the front, but had been shaped upwards at the sides so that Cara's thighs were visible. I could see that Cara was wearing dark knitted hold-up stockings with lace tops. And as she crossed her legs I also caught a glimpse of her black panties. Fuck. Cara hadn't done half-measures tonight. I totally liked her style. We had fifteen minutes of introductory talk-about-fuck-all chit chat, mainly about Cara's business. How she used recovered items to make her jewelry. Stuff she picked up on beaches mainly. Louise pointed me at her earrings. "Look, Ron, these are by Cara!" "Hey, very nice!" I replied, I hoped convincingly. I wasn't an earring aficionado exactly. Louise went and got the snacks. I opened another bottle of white, and we sat down to pick at our finger food at the dining table. After we ate, Cara was the one who broke the ice. We all knew the reason that we were meeting tonight, but it had gone unsaid so far. "OK, Ron, so Louise has told me you guys have what a lot of people would consider an unconventional sex life. She didn't give me a lot of detail. So how did it all start?" Seeing that we'd finished eating, Louise lit a Marlboro, handed it to Cara, then lit herself one. "Ron, pass me the ashtray, please" I picked up the ashtray from the coffee table and handed it to Louise. Cara looked at me expectantly. "Well, Ron?" I coughed. "Well. I guess we kind of fell into it accidentally." I noticed Louise raise her eyebrows. "Well, ehm .. Maybe you can explain it better, Louise." I looked to Louise for help. Louise looked at me then Cara. "Ron can be a bit shy about this Cara. Couple more glasses of wine and he'll be more into it, I guarantee it." Louise took a pull on her cigarette, exhaled towards the ceiling, before carrying on. "OK. Soooooohh. Here goes. Well, Cara, it started when I found out that Ron had secret desires. I wouldn't say things were an accident, strictly speaking. I mean Ron didn't accidentally watch hundreds of gay pornos online over a three month period. And Ron didn't accidentally frequent gay chat rooms, and accidentally masturbate on cam with other men. Not accidentally, right, Ron? Me finding out, I suppose that was the 'accident'." I took a deep swig of cold wine. The wine was starting to loosen me up a little, but I wasn't all the way there yet. I'd already decided I kind of liked Cara. Weird, but true. So I didn't protest. In fact I surprised myself when I joined in with our 'confession'. "Louise tried to teach me a lesson. She did something with her boss, I guess I was meant to catch them. It shook me up." I saw Louise looking at me. I could see that even she was surprised by my calm reaction. "A little after that Louise set me up with a guy. Well, us. Louise can be very good at manipulating situations, setting things up. She's very skillful at it." Fuck. Maybe I was starting to get drunk. This wasn't like me. It was already getting a bit too confessional. I took another sip of wine. My glass was empty. Louise noticed and passed me the open bottle. "Hold up a second, Ron. This is interesting. I need to go to the bathroom." Cara looked at me. As Louise closed the door to our downstairs bathroom, she reached out with her left hand and put it on top of mine. She stared into my eyes and smiled. She pulled her hand back slowly, before Louise appeared back at the table. Again I coughed. A nervous habit I realized I'd developed. "So I had sex with this guy, and Louise joined in. And that was it. We were on the ride. And we haven't really gotten off since. We've done a lot of stuff. Couples, singles, male and female, transsexuals. A prostitute. Sex parties. Fucked the babysitter. And her boyfriend. You name it, basically." Cara flicked some ash into the ashtray on the table. "So what do you guys like about it most? Swinging, I guess most people would call it. What do you like best? If you don't want to go into detail, I get it. Actually maybe I should tell you about me first." Cara took a strong pull on what was left of her cigarette, stubbed it out, then continued. "Louise? I told you a little when you came to my house, but far from the whole story. Me first, or you guys?" Louise looked at me. "Ron?" "OK", I replied, "How about you go first Cara? OK?" Cara smiled again. "Yes, well, Louise knows I've been married twice. Both times, we had what you'd call 'open relationships'. My first husband, Freddie, worked in advertising. He was a partner in an advertising agency, who mainly advised corporations in the entertainment industry. He even had adult entertainment clients. I worked in TV at that time. I was a set designer. It was soap operas I worked on mainly. I'd make up sets to look like living rooms, kitchens, bedrooms, it was mainly just interior design if I think about it. So Freddie and I met through work." Louise lit another cigarette which dangled from her mouth as she held the open pack out towards Cara. "I'm OK for now, thanks Louise." Cara continued. "We first dabbled when we had been out for a drink with another couple we knew. We actually hadn't been married that long, three months or so. So, we went back to this other couple's place. We were drunk. Merry drunk, nothing messy. And we smoked some weed. So, Marcy, the other wife's name was Marcy, well there's music playing, Rihanna I think, that CD everybody had that year, and Marcy stands up in the middle of the floor of their lounge and starts dancing, and then she just strips off. Then she says she's dying to be fucked and would Freddie like to do the honors. Jeff, Marcy's husband is drop dead gorgeous. Fuck, he was movie star material. I'm drunk, so I say I'm OK, as long as Jeff fucks me. So we go to separate rooms. Jeff, who was fabulous in the sack, fucks my brains out for like two hours. We did it four or five times. Anal, the works. I wasn't even thinking about what Freddie was doing. Jeff was soooohh good. We all wake up in the morning, I'm next to Jeff, and Freddie's with Marcy in the master bedroom. I feel kind of half-guilty. But at breakfast, Freddie seems fine about the whole situation, so I don't dwell on it." Cara paused and took a drink of wine. "Next time we meet, we do a foursome again. But this time we're all together in bed, and Marcy and I get into each other. We do a little show for the boys. I'd done nothing properly lesbian before, well except for French-kissing a girlfriend at college, feeling each other's titties up after we'd drunk too many wine coolers. Marcy and me, we mainly kiss. A little 69, first time I'd tasted another woman, I liked it. We finger each other's pussies, play with each other's clit. Then Freddie and Jeff, they've just been watching, they're not into each other, they fuck us both, switching a few times. Jeff gives me another great orgasm, I actually had to try and not scream so I didn't piss off Freddie by showing how much better at fucking Jeff was. Eventually, we end up all falling asleep together. From then on Freddie and I regularly involved other people in our sex life. Freddie seemed to know people who were into it." Cara was silent for a few seconds. Louise broke the silence. "Sounds fun. Did anything you did like that lead to you two splitting up?" Or just normal marriage problem type bullshit?" Cara looked pensive. I myself wondered why Louise had asked that question. "Well, that's a good question. Was it the freaky stuff? Or just normal, cheating on your wife stuff? Technically I would say it was Freddie cheating on me. Although I knew what was going on at the time." Cara asked Louise for a cigarette. She drew in as Louise held out her lighter. Louise clicked her lighter shut, then Cara continued. "We were friends with another couple we'd met at a swingers' club. We'd started going to clubs after about six months of meeting people using newsgroups. Fuck, 'newsgroups'! Remember them?" I smiled. I remembered them. Although I was more an online gaming newsgroups man rather than hook-up groups. "We met a couple at a club on the lower East Side. Private members' place, we were there by invitation. Freddie had arranged it, I don't remember exactly how. It was quite exclusive. So, this couple. The guy's from somewhere in Latin America, I forget where exactly. Juanjo. Rich guy, his girlfriend is called Anna, and she's a stunner. Tall, gorgeous, 10 grand boob job, the works. Freddie was practically drooling over her. So we get talking, we seem to hit it off, so we hook up in one of the dark rooms. Juanjo fucks me, doggystyle. He wasn't that great. Whatever you hear about those macho Latin lovers, he wasn't one of them. Freddie has a great time fucking Anna. He makes so much fucking noise, I think he's faking it. Before we leave for the night, Juanjo and Freddie DP Anna. Freddie takes her in the ass, he fucking loves it." Louise interrupted. "So Freddie and Anna?" "No. Yes. Well not then. It gets there in the end, but it wasn't right away." I was starting to find this interesting. Louise also seemed to be totally tuned into Cara's story. "Anyway", Cara continued, "We meet maybe once every two weeks over the spring and summer. I guess it started to unravel when we were at Juanjo's summer house on Long Island one Saturday. Juanjo was big into coke, and Freddie had started using more than just socially. I mean I'd do it too, but I could live without it at the time. I didn't need to do it every weekend. That came later for me. For Freddie it had already become more of a habit. Even during the week. "So, we've spent the afternoon by the swimming pool. I remember Freddie fucked Anna in the pool. Twice. Juanjo and I just watched, possibly I gave him a hand job, I forget. If truth be told I wasn't that into Juanjo. But Freddie was in the driving seat in our relationship, so I never objected to meeting up with them. I'd actually started enjoying the lesbian sex with Anna more than anything else. We were discovering different ways to pleasure each other. I'd even bought a vibrator that we'd use. Anyway, that Saturday, I'd had a few vodkas, probably more than I should have had during the day. And sitting with Juanjo by the pool I'd also done more than my usual limit of coke." Cara took another pull on her cigarette, almost absent mindedly. She seemed to be in a different place as she continued. Back by the swimming pool in some rich dude's place on Long Island. "Later that night Juanjo told me he loved me. He was buzzed. He said he wanted to dump Anna. Wanted me. He told me that Freddie and Anna had been fucking behind our backs. When Freddie and Anna rejoined us, they'd been 'showering', I decided I'd have some fun. I was coked up. I was in a foul mood, I wasn't feeling very nice. So, anyway, I told Juanjo and Freddie I wanted to watch them suck each other's cocks. That it would be such a turn on. Anna seemed grossed out when I suggested it. I knew for a fact Freddie wasn't into guys. The least I wanted to do was provoke a scene. Get out of there. I wasn't thinking straight." Cara looked at her glass, took another sip of wine. "Sorry, maybe I should stop. Still kind of pisses me off now actually. I'm probably boring you." "NO WAY!", Louise almost cried. "Keep on going girl, this is fucking way too interesting for you to stop now." "Ah. OK. So, much to my surprise Juanjo says he's wanted to suck Freddie's cock for ages. That he thought we'd never ask. Freddie looks shocked. Anna looks disgusted. That really seemed strange. So after some bullshit discussions, I tell Freddie if he doesn't let Juanjo suck his cock, I want to go home right away. And I'm through with swinging. I persuade him by telling him that I'll start it off, then Anna can carry on, then finally Juanjo can take a turn. He can just fucking close his eyes. And Freddie goes for it, I guess he really didn't want to go home. I half think that he thinks he'll come in Anna's mouth before Juanjo can make his move. "I suck Freddie for maybe ten seconds, then I spit Freddie's cock out, and Anna moves in. I let her go a lot longer, then when Freddie starts to pant, and I can tell he's close, I literally yank that bitch off of my husband's cock. Juanjo just dives in and positively devours Freddie's cock. He goes for it hard, head bobbing up and down, wild moaning and slurping noises. Pretty soon Freddie starts to moan himself, I mean it looks like Juanjo really knows how to suck a dick. Then Freddie suddenly tenses, and blows his load into Juanjo's mouth. Juanjo offers Anna a cum share, but she immediately walks out of the room. She's in a bad mood. I tell Juanjo to swallow, which he does. Juanjo looks at Freddie, then looks down at his own stiff cock, but Freddie just repeats 'No way, man' about three or four times. Juanjo just shrugs, I suck him off, and then we do some more lines." Cara paused. "Juanjo and me slept together that night, Freddie and Anna in another bedroom. Of course, we fucked. A couple of times actually. Again, nothing great. His idea of a good fuck was to ram his cock in and out of me as hard as he could 'til he came. No style, no fucking finesse. I really wasn't that into him. Although he wasn't bad looking when I think about it now. "Freddie and I argued all the way home the next day. I knew our time was up. We finished about two weeks later." Louise looked at Cara. "And?" Cara smiled at us both. "Yeah, Freddie shacked up with Anna. But it didn't last. She dumped him after a few months. I never saw Juanjo after that crazy Saturday. He pestered me for a while. Phone mainly. It was a pain in the ass actually. But he got the message in the end. I found another supplier to help me with my coke habit. I got quite heavily into drugs for a while. It wasn't a good period in my life." I went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. I returned and topped Louise and Cara up. Cara looked at me. "So Ron. You and Louise. You always manage to keep your feelings in check? Purely physical? Never felt drawn to anyone you guys slept with? Emotionally, I mean. It takes discipline, I know. I had a long term girlfriend, and there were times I couldn't bear to share her. That finished badly, but I won't bore you with the details of that one." I was feeling a slight discomfort at the way I felt our talk was going, but on the other hand I also felt like maybe this was the type of conversation Louise and I needed to have. Cara was maybe the catalyst. I was thinking about how I was going to answer Cara's question, but Louise replied before I could formulate a sensible response. "I think it's been tougher for Ron than me. I love the sex, but I'm not exactly looking for a new relationship. Not at all. You asked me what I like about it, Cara. For sure I like the attention, I think that's natural for a woman of my age. Mother of two kids. And this, well this really surprised me, but I also like watching Ron with other men. Maybe I haven't ever told you that, Ron, but it turns me on. A lot." This did surprise me. I thought for a few seconds, then I asked Louise, "You said it's tougher for me. How's it tougher for me?". "Fuck Ron, you've always been the jealous type! Cara, before Ron and I got together, and we actually got together pretty young, I played around a lot. Ron seemed to be the relationship type. For me, I was pretty OK early on with sex for sex sake. I was 16, 17, I just wanted to have fun. And fucking guys was my idea of fun. Ron wasn't like that. So that's why I think our sexual adventures have been harder for you to take, Ron. You disagree?" I took a few moments to think. "Louise is right. I kind of shut out my inner feelings when we do this stuff. Especially if men are involved. I mean men having sex with Louise. I have urges to do things with other men. I guess Louise understanding that means I'm less upset with the other stuff. But I can't turn it off totally." Cara turned to Louise. "You guys still love each other though, right? Louise nodded a 'Sure' and I quickly added a 'Yes'. Cara continued. "Ron these other women you fuck. The other guys too I suppose. You don't have, like, you know, emotional feelings for them? Right? Louise seems to me to be able to detach herself emotionally. Are you the same?" I carefully considered my reply. I was worried in case I gave it away that I actually did seem to form some emotional feelings for some of the people we'd encountered. I thought about Shawna. Janice. Fuck, David. I thought most of all about David. "No, I keep it just physical", was really only the other thing I could think to add. I glanced over and I wasn't sure Louise was convinced. I was thankful when Cara carried on speaking, which took the heat off of me. "You see, Louise, Ron, well with me and Freddie, after we started fooling around with other people, I suddenly realized I actually didn't love him. It was a total relief when he left me for Anna. My second marriage, well, that was different. We both went in eyes wide open. We actually met at a sex party." "How wild!" Louise responded. "How did that happen?" Cara looked in my direction. "You OK with me going on, Ron? You're not getting bored?" "Honestly, no, go on", I replied. "I'd been playing it solo for about a year. I had a girlfriend who'd done a foursome with me and Freddie once. She'd split with her boyfriend, so we were both 'single', and we used to buddy up. This would be about five, maybe six years ago now. We'd have a common routine for our weekend nights out. If we didn't hook up with any guys when we were out, and we were choosy, we didn't just fuck anybody, we'd go home and have sex with each other. I really learned a lot from Nadia. I didn't say, did I? My friend was called Nadia. One night Nadia arranged a night out with a couple of guys from her work. It was the night before fourth of July. The guys were cute. Well, we all end up back at Nadia's place, and we start getting jiggy, clothes on, on the couch. We were all drunk. In the middle of it, somehow the two guys start kissing each other. I can't believe it. It turned me on a lot. Nadia never knew the guys were gay. Well, bi, it turns out they're bi. We all strip off, and the boys get more into it. They start to suck each other's cocks. Then we watch as Martin, one of the guys was called Martin, starts fucking Derek. Bareback. I'm thinking this is one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Jesus, I remember watching in wonder as the cum seeped out of Derek's ass afterwards. "Anyway, it's at that point I feel like I want to give it a go with a bisexual male. Nadia goes to bed with Martin, I get Derek. A few hours later the boys switch. "So, anyway. After that I put an ad on craigslist looking for a bi male or males. And after a few dates, one-on-one, I manage to get set up with a couple of guys. There's a big age difference between them. Charles is around my age. The other guy. Brad, is only 21. We fuck, well Charles fucks me while I suck Brad's cock. Brad fucks Charles. I liked it. I'd had bad experiences with straight guys when it came to two-on-one sex. 'Bitch' this, 'Bitch' that. Bi guys seemed to be more caring, less violent, less disrespectful. "We met a few more times before Brad dumped Charles. Charles is crestfallen, he'd really liked Brad. By that time I feel I like Charles a lot. One thing leads to another. We date, I guess you'd say date 'normally' for about a year. We have occasional three ways involving another guy, I mean multiple guys, Charles doesn't get a new boyfriend. It's usually through craigslist. And we start going to Adult Stores. The movie cabins, you know the gloryholes they have there? And things are pretty fun for a while. "Anyway, for better or worse, Charles and me become really good friends. It felt to me that he really cared for me. I could accept the gay sex. I probably wouldn't have liked it much if Charles fucked other women." Cara again paused. Louise stubbed out her cigarette, and immediately lit another. "One crazy night Charles suddenly asks me to marry him. This I guess is the weird part. It was a Friday night and we'd gone to an Adult store. Late, like after 10pm. We'd had a drink. I'd done some coke. I drove. Possibly shouldn't have. So the place, it's one with cabins." Cara took another drink of wine. "So, it's after he's sucked a guy's cock in the cabins. It was a big one, poking through the round hole thing. Guy squealed like a pig when he came in Charles's mouth. We were driving home. He asked me in the car, 'Will you marry me?'. Like I say, I'd done some coke. I was back into it, big style actually, probably more than I should have been. Other drugs too. I guess that's why I now look ten years older than I am. Anyway. I was so freaked, I said 'Yes' without really thinking it through." Cara paused again. She seemed to be thinking. "Sorry, Louise, can I have another smoke? I've got a couple of joints in my purse, but no actual cigarettes." Louise lit another Marlboro from the tip of her own cigarette, then passed the fresh one to Cara. Neither Louise or I spoke as we continued to listen to her story. "I regretted saying 'Yes' to Charles as soon as I'd said it. But later, I felt I couldn't back out. It was crazy really. We got married six weeks later. While we were married, we mixed normal married sex with more adventurous episodes. We found other couples like us. Hell, I guess like you. So we'd mix it up, boy-boy / girl-girl, partner swap, some of the men just liked to watch Charles and I with their wives. "We're married two years. Not total wedded bliss, by any means, but it was OK. Eventually one day I wake up after a night out at a party in Manhattan. Charles had mainly been going round blowing other guys that night. While Charles was busy, I fucked a guy, just some guy I liked the look of. I remember that I sucked a huge black cock with Charles at one point. Some guests told us he was an ex-NBA player. We shared the cum. There was a lot of it. So, next day, it was a Saturday morning. I'd slept late, I guess it was actually afternoon. Charles is nowhere to be seen. I see there's a note on the bedside table. 'I'm leaving you. Charles. Get help for your drug habit. x'. And that was that. Turned out he'd gotten a new job in Montreal and wanted to go it alone. I guess Charles had planned it for a while. He had a boyfriend. I'd no fucking clue he'd been seeing someone else. Anyway, that was the end of marriage number two." Cara looked over at Louise for a refill. I spotted this and topped Cara's glass up. "Sorry, if I've been more candid than I meant to be. But I wanted you both, especially you, Ron, to know who I am. I'm obviously here because I want to fuck you, no strings, etc. I get it. I'm definitely not a bunny boiler. But maybe it's the wine. And maybe it was the conversations I've had with Louise since we became friends. So, I'm sorry if it has been a little much." I watched as Louise leaned into Cara and kissed her slowly on the lips. Cara responded, and as I watched I felt the warm flow of blood trickle into my stiffening penis. Cara pulled back slightly. "Louise, Ron. Do you mind if we smoke a joint? A little weed really gets me in the mood. And I can't do anal unless I've smoked a joint. It relaxes me. Everywhere. If you catch my drift?" I explained to Cara I wasn't a marijuana user, not even occasionally, but assured her that if she and Louise wanted to, they could go right ahead. I noted the 'anal' comment. Louise stood up. "Ron, how about you go upstairs and get undressed. We'll be up in ten minutes, OK?" At Louise's request, I stood up. As I walked round the table Cara rose and blocked my way, deliberately. Without pausing she gripped me behind my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I responded, getting more aroused, much more, as her tongue flicked around the inside of my mouth. Cara eventually broke off the kiss. "I'm looking forward to this, Ron." Then Cara turned to Louise. "Louise, grab my purse. I've got us a couple of fat doobies in there. Let's get in the mood." I left the girls giggling as they put fire to a joint on the porch. I now definitely had the feeling that this was going to be a good night. TO BE CONTINUED