Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2021 08:11:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 70

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 70

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends



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On Thursday, a couple of days before our planned liaison with Barry and
Annette and the two other couples, I did a videoconference with Linda Ware
and Justin regarding Linda's tracking project. It was strictly business,
and certainly as far as any outside onlooker would have been concerned,
there was no way anyone would have suspected what had happened the previous
week between the three of us.

After the call, I got an email from Justin suggesting that maybe we could
meet in person in the city, to discuss 'peripheral aspects of the project'.
I didn't reply immediately, but I was pretty sure I'd fix something up.
When exactly, I wasn't sure, but it was something I definitely wanted to
do. I emailed Justin back later in the day suggesting I'd be in touch in
the next week or so.

After dinner that night, Louise and I discussed how we were going to play
the Barry and Annette 'party'.

"Louise, I can't keep on thinking that this Barry and Annette setup is
almost identical to what we did with Daniel and Sue. Don't you think?"

"How, Ron? Apart from the fact that Barry and Annette are an older couple,
I mean. Daniel and Sue's thing was a total free for all, and if I remember
correctly there were a lot more people around than just four couples. And
there were prostitutes too. And was there a shemale there? Sorry, Ron, I
don't see it myself."

"Maybe, Louise. I don't know."

"Ron, just chill. Obviously, the basics are the same. We go there to fuck
with other people. Look, I know you are very keen to get it on with
Devonne. Shit, I wouldn't mind getting it on with Devonne myself, and I
suspect I will. And Vee looks hot, and so does Derek. And of course, you
know I have the hots for Barry. Let's go there with an open mind. And have
fun. It should be easy to do that. OK?"

"Sure, Louise," I answered, maybe a little unconvincingly.

I wondered if it was just that I was feeling jealous because Louise was so
enthusiastic about having sex with the older, and I had to admit,
handsomer, Barry.

I also felt that I was going to have to fuck Annette. It was the polite
thing to do. Right? Jesus, two years of this fucking unusual sex life, and
I still didn't get 'swinger etiquette'.

"Ron?" Louise tapped me on my wrist. "One other thing. At the end of the
month we've been invited for dinner with Cara and Rudy at Cara's place."

Shit. My heart sunk.

"I want us to go. Please don't argue about it, OK?" Louise added, firmly
but sympathetically.

Indeed, I decided not to argue. As Louise cleared away the table, I said I
needed to get something from the car and walked out into the driveway. I
reached into the glovebox and turned on my burner cellphone. When it had
switched on fully, I texted Rudy.

-- Rudy. Need to talk to you about dinner date at Cara's. Meet me at the
diner for lunch, you know the one. 12:30 Monday. Confirm.

I turned the phone back off. I'd check for a reply later, or in the
morning. I realized there was the possibility Rudy would tell Cara I
texted. But I felt that he wouldn't. And if Louise got wind of it, I'd tell
her I wanted to talk to Rudy to persuade him to get Cara to back off. Which
was kind of why I texted, but I knew deep down that wasn't the whole story.
I wanted to talk to Rudy. If Louise was going to insist that we engaged
with Cara and him, part of me wanted Rudy out of the equation. But also,
part of me wanted to have sex with Rudy again. But on my terms. I was
pretty fucking confused.

I went back into the house, where Louise took me through some pre-party
logistics before we went to bed.


==

On Friday morning, my boss informed me that the following Thursday and
Friday I'd need to do two client trips down to Long Island. We had three
clients down there. One was in Commack, and the other two were in
Hauppauge. It turned out I needed to do the two Hauppauge visits on
Thursday. First there was the DMV account in the morning. One of our
biggest contracts. Later I had to visit a commercial customer. They made
equipment used in the shipping industry, navigational instrumentation. That
meeting was later in the afternoon. The Commack site visit, to a food
processing plant, was scheduled for 9am Friday morning. I'd be set up with
a hotel so that I didn't have to do two pretty much identical roundtrips
two days in a row. It was easier that way, and I guess I had to admit the
itinerary made total sense.

I called Louise to let her know. She was pissed at first. After all
Thursday was her drinks night. She felt she couldn't ask her mom to take
the boys again, especially as her mom was taking the boys for the whole
weekend to allow us to go to Barry and Annette's party.

"OK, Ron. With you out of town, I guess it's safe to get Shawna to babysit
again."

I wondered if Louise was being serious with that comment. Then I realized
she was. I hadn't seen Shawna in ages, but I couldn't deny I still had some
feelings for the girl. Possibly it was the age difference, maybe it was an
ego thing on my part. Or maybe there was something more to it.

Before Louise put the phone down, she added. "And it'll be Shawna alone, or
nothing. She isn't bringing the new boyfriend round."

"OK," I replied, wondering who Shawna's new boyfriend was.

"You know who Shawna's seeing, right Ron?"

"No," I admitted. I was now very curious.

"Well, Ron, and I don't know how or why, but Shawna's dating Jon Parker."

I was speechless.

"Ron, are you still there? Yes, I was shocked too. Since a month or so.
Evidently, it's in the open and her parents are totally against it. Like
she's just turned 20, and Jon is what, 34? Anyway, don't be late tonight. I
want us to get ready for our trip tomorrow, and mom's picking the boys up
at five. Dinner's at six-thirty, so be on time. Gotta go, Ron! Seeya
later."


==

On Saturday, the drive to Walnut Beach, well to be precise, it was Milford
CT actually, took just under an hour. It was pretty much I-95 all the way.
With Barry and Annette's address programmed into my Satnav, we found the
house easily. The house was close to Silver Sands State Park.

We arrived ten minutes after our arranged meeting time of 7:30pm. It was
going to be an overnight stay, and Louise had packed a small case with a
change of clothes for us both, plus as she put it, some 'play wear' of her
own.

We had both dressed casually. Me in my usual chino and polo shirt combo,
while Louise was wearing skinny blue jeans and a low-cut black top, and a
soft leather bomber jacket. She had pinned her hair up at the sides but had
told me that she'd get 'really ready' after we arrived.

The sun was getting ready to set when I pulled up onto a broad driveway in
front of a pastel-fronted, reasonably-sized colonial. The house wasn't as
big as I'd expected. There was a double garage to the left of the house. I
parked next to an electric car on the driveway, a blue Chevy Volt. Someone
cared about the environment it seemed. I wondered if the car belonged to
Barry and Annette, or if we weren't the first to arrive.

"Half a million, maybe six-fifty," Louise remarked, switching into realtor
mode as she checked out the house.

I got our wheelie case from the trunk, while Louise picked up a bunch of
flowers from the back seat that we'd brought for Annette. We walked to the
front door, which was painted black and adorned with a summery fresh floral
wreath. Louise reached forward and rang the doorbell. She turned to me and
gave me a smile and a small shrug.

After maybe twenty seconds, I heard footsteps, and the door opened. It was
Annette who greeted us.

"Oh, Hi! Louise, Ron, do come in! Lovely to meet you!" Annette beamed.

Louise reached out and handed the flowers to Annette.

"Oh! How nice! Thank you, these are beautiful!"

Annette leaned forward and placed a short kiss on Louise's mouth, then
turned to me and did the same.

"Come on in! Derek and Vee are already here, and Julie and Devonne are on
their way, they've just called, they're on the Turnpike, should be around
fifteen minutes."

We walked in, and I closed the door behind me.

The front door opened into a short hallway which opened immediately into
what I took to be the main living-area. The interior decor was a little
more traditional than I had been expecting. There was lot of pine, and what
looked like up-cycled wooden furniture was placed in various spots around
the room. They exuded a kind of recovered-from-the-sea look. There was a
large tan leather sofa and two matching easy chairs. A traditional rug lay
in the center of a dark wood floor.

Barry walked towards us.

"Hi Louise," he said as he leaned in and also went for a repeat of the
simple kiss on the mouth greeting Annette had given us, "Hi, Ron!"

I was thankful when Barry stuck his hand out, which I shook. I had half-
expected him to try and kiss me as well.

"First things, first," Barry continued, "Annette will show you to your
bedroom and you can organize your things. But most importantly, before you
do that, please meet Derek and Vee."

"Let me put these in some water, first, one minute please," Annette said as
she walked off to the right of the room.

Annette took a few steps away from us and then turned back on herself into
a semi-hidden doorway I assumed led to the kitchen.

Derek stood up from where he was sitting on the couch next to his wife and
greeted Louise with one of these French style 'air kisses', one on each
cheek, then extended his hand to me, which I shook.

"Hi, I'm Derek. And please allow me to introduce my wife, Vee."

Vee stood up.

"Hi, Louise," Vee smiled, another two 'air kisses', and "Hi, Ron," two more
'air kisses' for me.

Annette returned and joined us.

"Guys, let me show you to your room."

Annette led us to the left of the living area and up three short steps
which led into a large room which housed a dining table and chairs which
had been pushed up against the right-hand wall. We then went up another set
of stairs which led to a fairly tight upstairs hallway. I could make out
five doors.

"Here you are! You have the room closest to the stairway."

Annette opened the door and ushered us into a small bedroom. I could see a
tiny bathroom to my left. It had a toilet, a super small sink, and a small
glass enclosed shower. There was a small double bed, two bedside units, and
a small dressing table and chair for Louise. The room was tight.

"Thanks, Annette. The room is lovely," Louise said.

It wasn't. Louise was being diplomatic. I said nothing. I wondered what the
other bedrooms were like.

"You're welcome, Louise. Take a few moments and then come downstairs. Julie
and Devonne should be here soon."

Annette walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Small," I said as Louise looked for hanger space. There was a small closet
which Louise accessed via a slatted wooden sliding door.

"Yes, Ron, 'small'. But we're not really here to sleep. It'll do, I
suppose. Let's get ready and get back downstairs. I want to put a dress on,
and freshen up my make-up. In fact, Ron, do me a favor. Can you go
downstairs while I get ready? Meet the people, mingle, see what they're
like. OK?"

I gave Louise a look. It wouldn't have been my choice, but before I could
object, Louise grabbed my arm and swiveled me around, and lightly pushed me
towards the door.

"Please, Ron?"

I sighed and opened the door.

"Don't take too long, OK?" I said over my shoulder as I took a step out
into the upstairs corridor.

Louise smiled and nodded, before gently pushing me out of the room before
closing the door.

I headed downstairs and re-joined the party. Well, the party hadn't started
yet, but you know what I mean. Shit, I laughed inwardly, "You know what I
mean?", Barry's catchphrase.

I arrived back in the living-room and as soon as I walked down the small
steps, Annette saw me, smiled, and handed me a glass of something orange.

"Mimosa, Ron. I LOVE Mimosas!" Annette giggled.

"I can get you a beer or something, Ron?" Barry asked.

"No, Mimosa's fine," I replied, before facing the others. "Cheers,
everyone!"

So, there I was, in the room on my own with the other partygoers while
Louise got ready.

Derek and Vee were back sitting on the couch.

The players? Well, so far, I felt I was batting 500. Which in baseball
terms was good, but I wasn't here to play baseball.

First, there was Annette.

Now, she was very nicely dressed, don't get me wrong. She was wearing a
tight vertical-striped dark red, light red, pink buttoned sweater, with the
buttons undone to just below her pushed up cleavage, and a very short tight
black skirt, with black silk pantyhose, or more likely stockings, covering
her very shapely long legs. A pair of black leather high-heel pumps
finished the look.

Her blonde hair looked a little wirier than when I had seen her on our
computer screen. She had this kind of flyaway look going on, which I wasn't
sure was intentional, and I could see a thin dark brown area of hair close
to her roots. Her make-up was subtle, as it had been on the Skype call,
although she'd really focused once again on her lips, which she had painted
a glossy red. And she'd accessorized with a round silver pendant, and long
dangling diamante earrings.

The most noticeable thing for me was how old Annette looked in the flesh. I
was even wondering if her profile age (54 if I remembered correctly) was
accurate. She had a lot of age lines, both sides of her mouth especially,
many smokers did, and slight bags under her eyes. Basically, Annette looked
old. Attractive, sure, but old. GILF material.

I knew it was practically a certainty I'd be fucking her later, and the one
thing I did take consolation in was her trim body. Although once she was
naked? Who knew?

Barry. Well, Barry at least didn't make me look out of place. He was also
wearing a pair of tan chinos, but instead of a polo shirt like I was
wearing, he was wearing what looked like a Brooks Brothers button down
shirt, two buttons undone, in pale blue. He'd brushed his silver hair back.
In his case, it did look like age was just a number.

I felt a little shit when I considered that not long from now, he'd be
enjoying the very personal delights of my wife, and if this had been a
straight swap, or foursome, I have to admit I would have felt somewhat
short-changed.

Likewise, Derek disappointed me slightly now I saw him in the flesh. I knew
it was totally a 'me' thing, but Derek had shown up with around 3 or 4 days
of dark beard growth, and with his tight cropped hair, he'd gone from being
'just about my type' with his boyish good looks in the pictures on his
profile, to 'not really my type' now I'd met him. I guess when it came down
to it, I could always focus on his cock. I mean, a cock is a cock, right?
Although I seemed to remember his dick being a bit weird, but if I was
fucking him from behind, well, I was pretty sure I could make that work.

I wasn't happy with myself that I was feeling these negative vibes, given
some men would give their right nut to be in this kind of situation. And it
seemed a lot selfish, but I couldn't help how I felt. Anyway, get your shit
together, Ron, I told myself.

The one saving grace so far was Vee.

Whilst the others, with the exception of Barry I had to grudgingly accept,
had not lived up to expectations, Vee was drop-dead gorgeous. She looked
better in the flesh than in her pictures.

She was wearing a loose blue chiffon dress, which was cut very low, I could
detect a hint of a patterned black brassiere. The dress was very short, the
high hemline exposing a gorgeous pair of long tanned legs. Like Annette,
she was wearing black high-heel pumps.

I couldn't remember seeing any tattoos on Vee in the pictures on the web
forum, but I noticed that Vee had a blue inked geometrical pattern on her
lower left arm, and a kind of Day-of-the-Dead, blue-shadowed, skull motif
on the inside of her left calf, and a what looked like an eagle, curled
round a darker blue heart, on her right shin.

I wasn't massively into tattoos, but these were just the right side of
subtle, and the fact she'd stuck to one common style I think helped. I
wondered if she had any more ink on her body.

Regardless, Vee was an extremely attractive woman. She wore her jet-black
hair, which was sleek and shiny, long and straight, with a razor-sharp
fringe. Her eyeshadow was a swirl of powder and dark blues, and she wore a
firm glossed pink lipstick.

I'd have fucked her right now, and I was deliberating how quickly I could
get into her while bypassing Annette.

Again, I was worried about etiquette. As the hostess, would Annette expect
me to fuck her first? After all, hadn't Barry said they'd already hooked up
with Derek and Vee? I kind of realized that to get to Vee I was probably
going to have to go through Annette.

As I contemplated how things were going to work out, Barry turned to face
me.

"So, Ron, we'll wait for Louise to come downstairs, and for Julie and
Devonne to show before we discuss tonight's program, you know what I mean?"

Barry with his catchphrase again.

"Sure," I replied.

Annette who was standing close to an up-cycled dresser lit a cigarette. She
looked over at me.

"Ron? Smoke?"

I shook my head.

Annette took a slow drag on her cigarette, then her phone started ringing.
She picked up immediately.

"Ah, Julie! Yes. Where? Devonshire? OK, make a right on Stowe. You see it?
Good! Yes, the Pizza place, make another right. Got it? Great! Keep going,
yes, you see the Church up ahead? Yes? No, make a left just before, and
first house, yes, that's us! Yeah, blue car and, a.." Annette paused.

"She said, Ford. Your's is a Ford, right?"

I nodded. "Yes".

"That's it! You're here! Wonderful! Give me a minute."

Barry looked inquisitively at Annette.

"They're here!" she said back in response.

I glanced up as Annette's mouth opened and she turned towards to the back
of the room.

"Louise! Oh, my God! You look sensational! I'm just going to let Julie and
Devonne in. Barry, quick, get Louise a drink!"

Annette put her cigarette in an ashtray on the dresser and headed towards
the front door.

I looked up at Louise. Wow! It felt like my heart stopped beating for a few
seconds.

Louise was wearing a short black dress I hadn't seen before, with a
plunging neckline exposing a lot of her magnificent cleavage. Her massive
breasts were packed firm and were pressed together by tight shiny black
material at each side, although they were clearly unsupported by a
brassiere. The dress was pulled in at the center with a corset style mid-
section which capped a graduated bottom section that covered Louise's
thighs, just. Louise had also gone for black high heel pumps. They seemed
to be in fashion tonight.

But the real eye opener for me was that Louise had pulled her hair back
tightly, and tied it back in a long flowing ponytail, a look I couldn't
remember Louise ever going with in the past.

Louise's make-up was perfection. As always on occasions like this. She'd
gone night-out eyes, eyelids shadowed using a subtle gold blended with dark
red, and a strong dark pink lipstick.

I wondered for a second why I even wanted to fuck any other woman when I
had a wife this hot. And I clearly wasn't the only person in the room to be
impacted by Louise's hyper sensual presence.

I could see Derek unashamedly staring at Louise, mouth wide open, and when
Barry walked over and handed Louise a Mimosa, he took a theatrical deep
breath before complimenting my wife.

"Well, Louise, tonight I consider myself a very lucky man. Between you and
Vee, my word! I could die a happy man tonight, if you know what I mean?"

Then he looked at Derek, before turning to me.

"You guys are incredibly lucky! And Annette and I are very lucky that you
have agreed to include us in your adventures. Thanks for coming tonight. I
mean it."

Louise took a sip on her Mimosa, noticed the cigarette smoldering in the
ashtray then took a cigarette from the small black purse she had been
holding under her arm. She looked at Vee, who shook her head, before
lighting up. I guess because she was smoking, Louise chose not to sit on
the tan leather couch next to Derek and Vee but took her place on one of
the easy chairs, the one closest to me.

I saw Barry glance behind me as I heard Julie and Devonne walk in.

I turned around quickly, and again, my heart skipped a beat.

Fucking Devonne! Christ, she, I guess technically, 'he', was absolutely
stunning. If I got to fuck Devonne and Vee tonight, I felt I could deal
with any pangs of jealousy I'd experience when Louise was getting fucked by
Barry and Derek.

My disappointment with Annette and Derek was now well and truly forgotten.
And Julie looked better than I expected as well.

Devonne walked into the center of the room and accepted a Mimosa from
Barry. Barry then took a few steps towards Julie and handed her a glass
too, before he did a quick set of introductions.

Devonne got a set of 'air kisses' from Derek and Vee, then stepped back
giggling.

"Shit, you and I girl, we look like twins!" Devonne said to Vee.

"We do kind of," Vee laughed.

Devonne was also wearing a short blue dress. Hers was much tighter, and
much shorter than the one Vee was wearing. It was also a brighter, louder
shade of blue. She was also wearing black high-heel pumps, so we had a full
set now.

"If I'd known I would have brought a change! We did bring going home
clothes, but well, I don't want to wear my dowdy old sweater and jeans
tonight!" Devonne giggled.

Devonne took a step back and smiled before looking around the room. She
caught my eye briefly. She knew I wanted her.

Devonne had a thick head of long black hair, styled in long loose curls. I
was surprised somewhat that she was wearing a black plastic-rimmed
eyeglasses, but to be honest I thought it made her look even sexier. Pink
mostly seemed to be tonight's lipstick color of choice, as Devonne's lips
were finished in almost an identical shade to Louise's. Large gold hooped
earrings were visible hanging from Devonne's earlobes.

The only thing that detracted slightly from Devonne's overall transexual
perfection was her deep voice. She'd filed off some of the rougher edges I
think, but her voice was a hell of a long way from being feminine. However,
in the grand scheme of things, I didn't think it was going to put me off
Devonne any.

Julie was less 'obviously lesbian' than I remembered from the pictures on
her website. Shit, listen to me, 'obviously lesbian'. She was shacked up
with a beautiful shemale with a delightful cock. Sometimes I wondered if I
was as open-minded as I thought.

Anyway, Julie had grown her hair since the pictures on her website had been
taken. It was still peroxide blonde, but it was now straight and parted on
the right side of her head, and reached down past her neck but wasn't quite
shoulder length.

Under perfectly-shaped brown eyebrows, Julie had lined her eyes with bright
blue makeup, accented in pink, and her lips, which she must have touched up
in the car, were painted a very bright pink, almost neon bright.

Julie wore a striking white two-piece outfit. The top was a cropped bomber
type jacket, the material looked cotton or denim, which had flamboyant wide
angular lapels, which were open to show Julie's chest tattoo above the
bumps of a decent cleavage. Under Julie's breasts, the jacket was fastened
with a clip buckle that looked slightly military in nature. It was like a
white fabric army belt had been stitched onto the bottom part of the
jacket.

The lower half of the outfit was a matching white short skirt. Well, more
of a micro-skirt. Fuck, not much thicker than a belt. This exposed a lot
more flesh and more ink. There was something inked across Julie's lower
abdomen, I couldn't quite make out what, and like Vee she had tattoos on
her legs. One of them was an elaborate floral design like a rosebush, the
other I couldn't really make out the way she was standing.

When it came to shoes, Julie broke the black pumps streak. She was wearing
a shiny pair of white ankle boots.

I had to say, Julie looked more feminine than I'd thought previously. And I
now decided she was most definitely fuckable.

Barry formally introduced Julie and Devonne to myself and Louise. Louise
got hugs, I just kind of waved in their direction. It dawned on me that I
was probably the shyest person in the room. Shit.

But a few more drinks and I thought I'd be ready for fun with pretty much
everybody. I had a priority list in my head, a running order of who I'd
like to fuck first and so on. But if this was going to take a few hours, I
reckoned I'd get round to everybody I wanted to.

However I still had this thought that the first person I'd be getting close
to tonight was Annette. She left the room with Julie and Devonne to show
them to their room and returned alone a few minutes later, and having
checked her expired cigarette in the ashtray she lit another, and walked
over to stand closer to me.

Barry saw my glass was empty and got me another mimosa, he also got a fresh
drink for Louise, then he picked up the conversation.

"So, we'll wait for Julie and Devonne and then head through to the play
room. You guys are all ready, right?"

I nodded, Derek replied with a 'Yes' and Louise added with a coy smile, "I
think so."

Annette put her hand on my arm. Yes, it was looking like she wanted me
first.

"So, we'll explain how it works when we get through there," Annette
continued. "Vee, Derek, it's a different setup to how it works at Gabby's.
We like to go for a fully shared experience, so we all stay and play
together as a group. It works really well, we think."

"You don't have to worry about anything," Barry said in the direction of
the couch, "Everything's going to be just fine, you know what I mean?"

"Ah, Devonne! Julie!" Annette declared suddenly, as they rejoined the
company. "Here we all are! Barry, if you don't mind, lead the way!"

"Shall we, ladies and gents? Follow me."

Barry headed towards the small steps at the back of the room. Louise looked
at me, smiled, and stood up.

I stepped over to Louise, and we followed the others through the back.

Louise leaned over and kissed me on the neck lightly.

"Here we go, Ron," she whispered.

I smiled back at Louise. A little nervously.



TO BE CONTINUED