Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2020 07:28:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 54 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 54 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends Please note that this story is fiction and is intended only for mature readers. In the event that it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction, please close this page now. Feedback is always gratefully received via email at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. Donations link here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. If you decide to donate, please mention my name. I'm so jealous of those other writers with namechecks on the nifty donor list! It didn't take me long to shoot my load. The movie clip I chose was one of those 'Director introduces wife and husband to the viewer, now let's meet the young hung stud who's about to fuck your wife', type gigs. The husband watched while his very attractive curvy 40-something 'wife' got shafted good by the young stud, who was a fresh looking slim white guy with a HUGE schlong. It must have been at least 11-inches. In this scene at least the husband had the decency to get his dick out and jerk off while it was happening right next to him. The wife, chosen I guess for her big tits and MILF-next-door looks, really took a hard pounding. The wife, a 'squealer', also got it hard in the ass before the cumshot, the young dude spraying a load over the wife's butt cheeks while the husband, who held his wife's hand throughout, looked on in pretend shock. It wasn't my typical type of porno, but in my current state of mind, it worked. As I cleaned up my dick, I thought about how much I was using porn these days, even though I was probably living a sex life most people could only dream about. I got myself a coffee, and then dove into work. But after about an hour, I lost concentration as I was starting to think more and more about the previous night. There were two things bothering me in particular. One was obvious, Louise, and what I imagined she'd been up to. The other thing, I'd only realized bothered me after Cara had left. When I'd previously talked to Cara about my relationship with Louise, the subject of Rudy had come up, and she had strongly suggested Louise and I cut Rudy out of the equation. I think she'd even referred to him as an "ass-hat". Yet last night, Rudy had showed up, unexpectedly, and Cara had enthusiastically involved him in the threesome from the get go. Sure, I'd enjoyed it. Mainly by taking out my frustrations on Rudy's ass. But why the change of heart from Cara? I thought about asking her, but chances were next time we met, Louise would be present. Should I call Cara and ask her? I thought probably not. I needed to call Louise. But I decided I'd do it later. After I'd spoken to Rudy. I felt my jealousy intensifying. I couldn't shake the thought of Louise in bed with the Mandelson's last night. It had happened. I was sure it had happened. I picked my phone up, but I managed to stop myself calling Louise. What was I gonna say to her anyway? As I sat thinking, it dawned on me that my default method of dealing with my feelings of jealousy had become to fuck someone else. Someone not Louise. Like it made things even between us. I also realized I was probably fucking people in advance of anything Louise might do, or what I thought she might do, in the future. My fucked-up way of paying it forward. A pre- emptive strike, or whatever. I knew that it was immature. But I couldn't help myself. With those thoughts still in my mind, I decided to send Linda Ware an email. -- -- Linda, -- -- Wanted to check in and make sure everything was good -- with your web people and all aspects of my report were -- clear. -- -- I will be over near your office Monday afternoon -- on another client call. -- -- Maybe I could pay you a visit around 5pm and we could -- go over some of the topics raised at Tuesday's -- meeting? -- -- Ron -- I hit send. After a minute or so, I felt I had probably been too needy. Too obvious, jeez, she'd see through the lie about 'another client', right? And the coded reference to 'topics raised' when what I meant was the sex we'd had on Tuesday. An alarm pinged on my computer screen reminding me I had to do a couple of Skype meetings. Back to real work. == When I'd finished the meetings, I looked at my watch. Fuck. It was 1:15pm already. I picked up my burner (25% battery) and decided it was time to call Rudy. I wasn't 100% sure what I was going to say. But I thought I better get it done. I was sure Louise would ask me if I'd called Rudy when she got back. And 'last night' had happened. And Louise would have heard from Cara I felt. I pressed down on the contact name, 'R' (my one saved contact on the burner). Rudy picked up pretty quickly. "Rudy? It's Ron." "Oh, hi, Ron. How's things?" he replied. He sounded pretty calm. No tension in his voice or anything. "Rudy, let's cut the bullshit. You and Louise." "Ron, I'm sorry. It was just, .." He sounded less calm now. I cut him off. "And why did you tell Louise about us?" "Ron. Louise tricked me, man. I didn't mean to. But she said.. , she said, like, that you'd told her you and me had a thing going on. She told me that she'd told you it turned her on. And she said you and her wanted us to be a '3'." "Come on Rudy, Jesus. You fell for that?" I had a deflating feeling of deja vu. Like when David had told Louise about our clandestine fucking in frighteningly similar circumstances. Louise was a master manipulator. I could see that now. Rudy continued. "Ron, that night, I'd already hit on Sandy. Well, she came onto me, actually. She works in Bill's office, she's a temp. We'd arranged to go to this other place she worked in the mall, she had the keys. She stays with a guy, and we couldn't go to her place. Then Louise invited herself along. I told her no, but she gave it the knowing about me and you thing, and I kind of confirmed it. By accident. Sorry, Ron, sorry, I really am. I'd had a few drinks. And Louise was so fucking believable. You know how she is. Anyway, Louise said I should look at it like we were a '3' already and that you wouldn't mind her playing with me. She said it would turn you on when she told you about it when she got home. Sandy went along with it, she swings both ways. So we all ended up in that place in the mall, a little office behind a jewelry store, and we fucked." "Fuck, Rudy. I don't know, I can't just forget this." "Why not, Ron? What can we do about it now? It happened! And what about last night?" he replied, raising his voice slightly. "I don't know, Rudy. But one thing I'm gonna tell you now. Never in a million years will I ever let you put your cock in my ass. If we get together again, and from now on, anything happens it will be with me and Louise together, well any guy-guy stuff, I'm the active one. Always." "OK, OK, I get it. But what now, Ron?" Rudy asked. "Let's wait and see. Louise is due back on Tuesday. Let me and her talk, OK?" "Ron, Bill mustn't know about any of this. You know that, right?" "I know Rudy. Don't worry about that. I'm not about to make things any more complicated than they are already." "Ron.." "Rudy, let me and Louise deal with this on our own first, OK? I'll call you." "When?" "Fuck, Rudy, I said I'll call you! When I'm ready. But you fucking make sure that NOTHING happens with Louise when I'm not around." Silence. "Got it? Rudy, have you fucking got it?" "Ron, OK, I hear ya. Ron, what about us?" "Not now, Rudy, OK? Not now," I replied. "Ron, before you go, who exactly is this Cara woman? I've seen her around a couple of times, one time with Louise, but.." "I'll explain later, Rudy. We'll speak sometime soon. Don't call Louise under any circumstances. Look, I have to go." I ended the call, then put my burner cellphone on charge. == When it got to 4:45pm I decided to call it a day. I'd got quite a lot done with none of the usual interruptions I got while in the office. I was disappointed that Linda Ware hadn't got back to me. And I wondered what I was going to do tonight. I half thought about calling Cara. I called Louise but got no reply. A minute later I got a text back from her. "About to go into a movie with the boys. Call me tomorrow." Fine, I thought. Fuck you. I sat for a few moments thinking about my crazy week so far. A year or so ago I'd have thought it incredible that in a three day period I'd have fucked, hell, even foot-fucked a horny MILF. Gone to an Adult Store looking for a blow job, then ended up sucking two guys' cocks, one after the other. And then the next night enjoyed a bisexual threesome with a friend of my wife's and a guy who my wife and I had both fucked. On top of that, and on the more negative side, I'd also listened to my wife telling me she was about to fuck another guy and his wife and not completely lost my shit. Yet here I was, lusting for more. Even so, I just couldn't shake the thought that I didn't want to lose Louise. I felt I must be wrong in the head somehow. Whatever happened to the 'healthy marriage' I thought I had? I contemplated the night ahead. Maybe I'd do the chatroom scene again, and see what happened. And the burner was now fully charged. I considered the shemale hooker option. That would be my fallback. I checked my wallet. 300 bucks in cash. That would more than cover it I thought. I made myself some pasta, and after I'd eaten I made up my mind to go and buy myself a new pair of sneakers. And maybe a new baseball cap. In the past, if I felt down, I guess I mean in my 'normal' past, I'd cheer myself up by buying a new pair of sneakers. Or a baseball cap. Or both. I decided I'd head to the mall. In addition to Foot Locker, there was a Lids there. I picked up my car keys and headed out. == I bought myself a new pair of Adidas, 'Heritage' range. I loved old-school trainers. I also bought yet another Met cap (Louise said I had too many caps, but fuck Louise, I thought). I decided I'd grab a coffee and headed towards the Food Court. As I walked I noticed Randall approaching me from the other direction. "Hi, Ron, how's things?" "Yeah, OK," I replied, "How are things with you?" "I'm fine. Been a long time since we hooked up, Ron. Joanne's suggested a couple of times to Louise you guys should come over. You know? Like, 'come over'." I got what Randall was saying. "Sure, Randall. Things have been a little hectic lately." "I heard," Randall replied. I wondered what he meant by that. "Anyway I'm meeting Gary Danton over at the Sports Cafe if you're interested. You know him, right?" Randall asked. I did know him. Gary was a doctor who worked shifts at a local hospital. He was a sometime softball player, non-regular, he played only when his shifts allowed. "Sadly, I have to head home Randall. I'll take a rain check. "You sure? Knicks are playing the Cavs. Should be a good one." I apologized and said goodbye to Randall, before walking off to grab a coffee at the Food Court. As I sat drinking my double espresso, I was seriously considering walking over to Cara's store. It was tempting. But I thought Cara would probably tell Louise, and I didn't know how it would come across if I turned up unexpectedly. So I decided it was probably better not to pay Cara a visit today. How about the Sporting Memorabilia store, next to Cara's? Maybe if I just went there.. I was mid-thought when someone sat down close next to me and bumped me. Fuck. I turned round, and there was Donna sitting next to me. "Hi Ron! Long time no see! I've missed you!" "Ah, Hi Donna. Sorry, how's things?" She'd taken me a little by surprise. First Randall, now Donna. "OK with me. I hope things are OK at home," Donna replied. I thought Donna's opening comment was strange, but I didn't immediately reply. "Well, after our last meeting. Louise?" she added. I apologized once again for Louise's behavior that night. In retrospect, much as I'd actually enjoyed fucking Donna, Louise's behavior had been downright embarrassing. "So, Ron. What you up to?" Donna asked. "Shopping." I pointed to my two bags. "That's nice. I'm meeting someone. From out of town. The mall seemed the easiest neutral venue." I wondered what Donna meant by 'neutral venue' but I didn't press. Donna unexpectedly put her hand on my arm. And kept it there. "Ron, I hate to intrude, but how have you been? I mean, really? I hear that it's not all plain sailing with you and Louise these days." Shit. I didn't like what I was hearing. "Where'd you hear that, Donna?" "Joanne told me. You know, Randall's wife. She even told me you guys had, you know, done stuff together," Donna giggled. The direction the conversation was taking didn't make me feel comfortable. "You old devil, Ron, I'd always thought you guys would be more adventurous, but you seemed so quiet. I was very surprised that Saturday round our place. You know with Randall, Joanne, ehm, that other woman, I forget her name, Elsa? Jon's ex. Anyway, now you guys seem to be enjoying the advantages of a more open marriage. You always seemed so sensible. But I always suspected." Donna glanced at her phone like she was expecting a call before carrying on talking. "You know, me and Louise go back a long way. I remember when we were just kids, Louise liked to play the field. I was amazed that she settled down so quickly after you came on the scene. I was away when you first met. When dad left mom I went and stayed with dad for six months, over in Hartford. I mean, Louise and I kept in touch. I heard she'd fallen for someone, and it turned out it was you. I guess she changed. You tamed the wild child." I couldn't think of anything to say really. Luckily Donna liked the sound of her own voice. "When you were away on your European trip I moved back with mom, she'd sobered up by then. And me and Louise hung out over summer. God, the amount of guys wanted to fuck her. She turned them all down, you know." I decided to bring things more back to the present. "That's interesting, Donna. But what exactly has Joanne been saying?" "Oh. Well, seems Joanne went for a coffee with Louise last week. I caught up with Joanne yesterday. She mentioned it. You know, that you were having issues. She wasn't too specific. But she said you were both going through a rocky patch. Other people were involved, evidently. Joanne is such a gossip." I didn't like our personal business being common knowledge. "Donna, if there's anything between me and Louise needs working out, we'll work it out. On our own." Donna gave me a deep meaningful look. A little false I felt. Donna 'the actress'. She gave my arm a light squeeze. "Ron, you always know I'm here for you. You know how much I like you. If you ever need to, you know, talk. Or anything else." There was an awkward pause. Was Donna coming onto me? It felt like it. "Anyway, Ron. Enough of the negative vibes. Let me say this more quietly." At this point, Donna leaned in very close. "Have you watched any of my movies lately? Randall gave you a login, right? So we never know if it's you and Louise, or Joanne and Randall logging in when we view the site stats. I've seen some views lately." I decided to come clean. "Well, Donna, actually I have. I watched a couple last night. Your new additions." "Oh, the twins! And part 3 of my party, upstate. You know Ron, Frank laughed and laughed about the title of that twins one. He insisted on it. We had to pretend the kids, who are from the Bronx, came from Minnesota. I still don't get it, some sports reference or other. But whatever. I didn't argue." I'd finished my coffee and thought about making a move. But Donna kept talking at me. "You know, Ron, there's been a few changes on the website and movie making front. We've become a lot more professional. I've teamed up with a production company. And I have an 'Onlyfans'. It's a new web thing. I'm a real internet businesswoman now!" I moved my arm from under Donna's hand. "OK, Donna. Look it's been really good to catch up, but I have to go. Things to do, etcetera." "Wait, Ron! These people I'm meeting, we're heading to a place over at Silver Lake later to make a movie. Tonight." Donna again lowered her voice, before continuing. "It's 'Fuck a Fan Friday', and this guy, he's driving down from near Albany, and he's bringing his wife. He paid the 250 bucks, so I guess we can let his wife watch, right?" I didn't say anything. "Well Ron, we're actually doing two movies. The fan one is usually a quick affair, unless they come too quick and we've gotta use that indigestion medicine gunk to fake the cumshot, that can take some time to get right, or if we need to do lots of re-shoots. But we're doing a pro shoot too. It's gonna be an office scene. Sexy secretary. And you want to know what? The sexy secretary, well she's the boss really, not a secretary, well she's a guy. Well, you know, a tranny. Very convincing. Lolita. She's a stunner. Nowadays you'd classify her as a MILF. But she was actually a big performer in the adult entertainment industry when she was younger. She was a real shemale pioneer." Donna's phone pinged. She looked at it intently for a second or two. "Oh, sorry Ron! They're here. I gotta go meet them by the fountain." Donna stood up to leave. With her blonde hair tied up, and a loose heavy sweater over white jogging pants, she was dressed more like an overweight homemaker rather than a BBW pornstar. Nobody would have guessed that she was on her way to shoot amateur porn. She put her hand on my shoulder. She was touching me again. Deliberately. Gratuitously. "You know what, Ron? How about you come and watch?" "I'm not sure Frank would like that," I replied, possibly a touch too quickly. "Oh, Ron! Frank wouldn't care. Plus he isn't going to be there. Like I said, things have changed. We've taken on a new partner, and they provide the cameraman and all the equipment. They also provide locations some of the time. Like tonight. And it's the only way I get to work with an old pro like Lolita. The partner provides fresh blood, some professional know-how, and we advertise their sites and do pop-unders. You know, those fucking annoying things that hide on your screen. We get 5 cents every time we flash one up. You know, I've had over 350,000 hits on my site, Ron! And we now have over fifteen hundred paid members. And the pop-under income is not insignificant, you know. Actually, it's incredible. Plus, my 'Onlyfans'. Jesus, I can't even believe it myself. I'm a goldmine!" "Donna, I'm not sure. But thanks for the offer anyway." "Ron, I know Louise is out of town. 'Clearing her mind' was how Joanne put it. Tonight we've got Gerald directing, and he's got Shelley with him helping on photography. Gerald's brilliant. Gay guy, he's really nice to me and the other performers. Come on, come and see how a ..," Donna dropped her voice to a fake whisper at this point, ".. real porno is made." "I don't know, Donna." "Anyway, Ron, let me text you the address. If you want, you come over in around an hour, we'll be set up, and ready to go. And what else you gonna do with Louise out of town?" Donna leaned in close to me again and whispered suggestively, "Watch me on your PC and jerk off?" She giggled softly and backed away from the table. I stood up. "OK, I better rush," Donna smiled. "Ron, I mean it, come over. I'll send you the address in five minutes." Donna turned and walked briskly in the direction of the escalators. The fountain was on the floor below us. I waited a minute, then headed towards the parking lot. As I walked to the exit, I had to physically stop myself heading towards Cara's store. I'd made up my mind to head home. As I got in the car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. For now. == I got in, had a beer, then went upstairs and logged onto the chatroom I'd used the other night. It was very quiet. Too quiet. Too early probably. Neither of my two new 'friends' was online. The 'Meet now' room had nobody that even looked remotely local logged in. I checked my phone. Donna. I decided not to bother reading her text in full. On the off chance, I switched to ashemaletube and did an actress search. I typed in "Lolita". I browsed a few profiles until I hit paydirt. Lolita Carter, born 1979, Queens, NY. 238 clips. She looked good in her profile photo. I clicked on the link and a page full of thumbnails of her movies loaded. I tried a few of the poorer quality clips first. I knew that they were likely from the 90s, when Lolita Carter would have been younger. In the clips I watched, she came across as a very pretty, thin, dark haired tranny with not too big fake boobs, and a longish thin uncut cock. I estimated 7- inches hard. She could take a big cock in her ass easily, in one clip she even took two cocks at once. She could give it out too. And she could shoot a heavy load. Nice. After a couple of minutes browsing, I decided to load a more recent clip. The "HD" tag usually indicated movies shot in the last few years. I watched one clip, from 2017, where Lolita, this time with purple hair, and now most definitely a MILF, had her dick sucked while she was in a bar. I felt myself getting hard, and decided to unzip. As I took my cock in hand, on screen Lolita started fucking the bartender from behind. Wait. I suddenly thought to myself, fuck it. Lolita Carter was hot. A red- hot tranny MILF. Why not meet her in person? I reached over and got my phone. There was still only the one unread text message. I decided if Donna had sent me the full address of the movie shoot, and it wasn't too far, I'd go spectate. I looked at the address, then Google-mapped it. Not too bad a drive. Fuck it. I'm in. After all, I'd only watch. And I felt Donna liked me enough not to tell Louise if I asked her not to. I put my dick back in my pants, grabbed a jacket and my car keys and headed downstairs. TO BE CONTINUED