Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2021 16:44:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 83

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 83

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends



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I fucked Louise later that night. It was good. But it lacked the sheer
excitement of my afternoon session with Justin and Walker.


The next day went really slow, and I thought of little else but my
rendezvous with Donna as I went through the motions at work. Eventually,
I'd had enough. I made an excuse about a toothache and left the office at
4:30pm. I headed to the Beachcomber to meet Donna.

I arrived at the Beachcomber shortly after 5 o'clock. I saw a car there, a
BMW. I assumed it was Donna's.

The Beachcomber was still closed to the public. I actually wondered if it
was still a going concern. I saw a single light through the windows of the
bar/restaurant area, the section of the building that looked like a 1950's
diner. I walked up to the window and saw Donna sitting at a table. I tapped
on the window to get her attention.

Donna looked up, smiled, and walked over, letting me in a side door. She
pointed me to the table she'd been sitting at. I walked over, while Donna
locked the door behind us.

I waited for Donna to get back to the table. As I was about to sit down,
Donna grabbed me and started to kiss me. I resisted for about a second, but
Donna's tongue was too good, her mouth too moist and warm, so my resistance
subsided after a couple of seconds.

We kissed for a long time, our tongues exploring each other's mouths,
before I eventually managed to gently remove my mouth from Donna's lips.

"Donna, sorry, I didn't come here for that. I'm sorry, I can't."

"What DID you come for, Ron?" Donna asked, as she sat down, smiling.

I sat down opposite Donna. She had a small glass of a yellowy liquid in
front of her, and there was an ashtray that contained two cigarette butts.

"Come on, Ron. Tell me. Why did you come?"

Donna looked at me seriously. I really didn't get the intensity of what
appeared to be Donna's feelings for me. But it made me confused about the
way I was feeling back.

You see, when I was younger, I had a thing about girls who liked me. I was
a shy kid. I had a self-esteem problem if truth be told. If a girl showed
interest in me when I was a teen, I took that interest as something
special, and I seemed to always get too emotionally involved, too soon. I
couldn't help myself.

This was the case until a few months before I met Louise. In the months
leading up to me meeting Louise, I'd embarked on a short period of casual
sex, not investing too much of myself emotionally in each brief encounter.
It had followed a situation where a relationship I was in had gone bad. I
was massively fucked over by a girl I'd thought I was in love with, Maggie
Belmont. So, after that went South, I'd made the effort to not get too
emotionally involved, and it had worked for a while. Until I met Louise
that is. When I first met Louise, I had a thing going with two other girls
at the same time. But with Louise, I'd fallen head over heels even before
our first fuck. And she immediately became the only girl for me.

So, as I sat opposite Donna, I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for
her. I quickly tried to pull myself together. This was about finishing
things. Finishing things cleanly.

I composed myself.

"Donna, you know why I'm here. What we did here, that Friday night, it was
wrong."

"Who was it wrong for, Ron? It wasn't wrong for me. Was it wrong for you?"
Donna asked.

"Yes. No, I mean it was good, I enjoyed it, but it was casual. It was
'funtime'. It wasn't fair on Louise."

"Oh! Fair on Louise! Ron, you think Louise is always fair on you?"

I didn't want this conversation to go in that kind of direction.

"Donna, no, please, stop this. I want to try and make my marriage work. I
can't do this with you. Not anymore."

Donna went quiet for a few seconds. She looked crestfallen. Not angry, more
like sad.

As Donna sat in silence, I looked at her closely.

She had certainly made the effort for our meeting. Her blonde hair was
freshly-styled, I reckon she'd been at the salon that afternoon. She'd
defined her eyes with a dark eyeliner and had shaded her eyelids a pale
pink. Her lips were fully painted, again in pink. She was wearing a thin,
tight almost-golden sweater, I could make the shape of her nipples through
it, and a very short denim skirt. Her legs were bare, and she was wearing
black platform shoes with a stiletto heel.

Donna took a cigarette from her pack on the table and lit it. Then she
stood up.

"Ron, do you want a drink?"

"Eh, beer, Donna, if you have one?"

Donna went to the bar and pulled a bottle of Bud from the small
refrigerator at the back. She opened the bottle, then filled another small
glass with something from a green liquor bottle, before heading back to the
table and sitting down.

I thanked Donna and took a swig of my beer from the bottle.

"OK, Ron. I get it. I understand. I spoke to Randall, and he explained
things. I'd resigned myself to just being satisfied with whatever I could
get from you. Whatever you would give me, whatever I could steal from
Louise. I've had a crush on you for years, Ron. Years. Since I first saw
you when you got back from Europe. But it's impossible, right? I mean, I'm
a whore, right?"

"Donna, don't.."

"No Ron, it's the reality of my situation. I AM a whore. I have sex with
men for money. I couldn't expect you to have a proper relationship with me,
and I was just lying to myself even thinking we could. I sometimes do that.
Kid myself. Kid myself I'm eight years younger. Kid myself I'm less fat.
Kid myself I'm having fun when I do all of this crazy shit. Kid myself I'm
not a whore."

"Donna, no, you're a .." I tried to reply, before Donna asked me to stop.

"Ron, you don't have to say anything more."

Donna took a pull on her cigarette before continuing.

"I'll never tell Louise what happened that night. You have my word. I think
that Randall thinks I may have said something I shouldn't have to Joanne. I
did tell her I'd had fun with a married man. But no way could she be sure
it was you. Next time we meet, I'll hint more strongly it was someone else.
Give her some clues. Fake clues that point away from you. It's not like
there aren't other men. Frank shows no interest in me these days. Well, if
I'm shooting a movie he'll always try to get into the 'talent', and he'll
fuck me too. But a lot of the time these days he doesn't even turn up on
set. I think he has someone else. But that's my affair. Main thing, Ron, I
will never say a word about that Friday to anybody. I promise."

"Thanks, Donna," I replied, earnestly.

Donna took another absent-minded pull on her cigarette.

"I think your secret is safe with Randall too. Anyway, Ron, I'll do this
for you, if you do one last thing for me?"

Oh, shit. I think I knew what was coming.

"Come with me to my room and make love to me. One last time."

I cleared my throat, "Donna I really don't think this is a good idea. I
can't.."

"Ron," Donna interrupted, "I'm doing a lot for you. If I was like more
neurotic, I could cause you all sorts of problems. But I'm not. And I don't
even feel it was me that caused Louise to think we'd slept together. Joanne
was told things in confidence, and I didn't say it was you. She really did
have to connect the dots, make some assumptions. For her to think it was
you,..  no I didn't implicate you in any way. It was a reach on her part.
For example, it could have been Randall I fucked. Randall was out all night
that night, you know that. Randall told me he'd ran into you. Then he went
and had sex with that doctor guy he was out with. And that weekend I even
had a fling with Rola. Archie doesn't know that, he was out of town."

Shit. Gary Danton was gay? And Rola? At first I couldn't even remember who
Rola was. Then I remembered that Rola was the name of Archie's Thai shemale
bride.

Shit, Donna got around. While the idea of a 'free hit' with Donna appealed,
my better judgement told me not to do it.

"Donna, please.."

"No, Ron, YOU please."

Shit. My resistance was low.

"And Donna, if we do this? What.."

"Ron, nobody will know. NOBODY. At 8pm, Davina and Dylan are coming here
for a shoot. That's why I suggested meeting here. I was going to be here
anyway. Davina's trans, you must've seen them in at least one movie on my
website, they're in a few. And I am pretty sure you have met Dylan before.
He's definitely been out for drinks. Dylan does photography for me from
time to time. Tonight, we're shooting a bar scene, in here, it's just me
and Davina and the script is pretty simple, I'm tending bar and Davina is a
customer. So, I have a ready-made verifiable excuse for where I am. You
know Ron, after we're finished, you just need to stop off somewhere for a
drink on the way home. Somewhere someone will know you. It's perfect."

I realized Donna's alibi scenario was a pretty decent idea. I could have a
drink in a couple of bars where I was known. It made sense. I took a deep
breath.

"OK, Donna. But this is the last time, OK?"

"If you say it is, Ron. But I hope not. You ever want me, I'll come
running. Don't ever forget that."

"Donna.."

"Ron. Enough. Don't worry about Louise. I'll just act like me and you never
happened. I hardly see Louise these days anyway. It's not like we're
friends anymore."


==

I finished my beer and Donna led me to the back of the bar and past
reception to one of the bedrooms. I quickly realized it was the room where
I'd had sex with Lolita. The room where Lolita had ass-fucked me.

Donna started to undress, without talking. I took my clothes off.

When I was naked, Donna approached me and started to kiss me again, her
warm flesh pressing against me, her voluptuous breasts compressing as she
pushed herself into me. I responded and felt the blood start to flow into
my cock.

We kissed for a little while longer, then Donna pulled me down onto the
bed. I started to suck Donna's floppy tits, lightly biting her nipples
which drew a coo-ed reaction as Donna squirmed under me.

I then ran my tongue down Donna's fleshy middle before pausing at her cunt.
I could tell Donna was excited, so much so that there was a very strong
aroma in the immediate area of Donna's sex. As I looked more closely, I saw
that her cunt was practically oozing, her crinkled labia glistening with
her juices.

I twisted off of the bed so I was positioned with my knees on the floor,
and then I started to eat Donna's cunt properly. Donna started to whimper
as I tongued her slippery cunt flesh.

I worked my tongue on Donna's clit for a couple of minutes, then, when I
felt fully hard, I climbed on top of Donna, preparing to give Donna what
she really wanted. I lined up. My positioning and access to Donna's cunt
wasn't the easiest from the edge of the bed, so I had to semi-squat on my
knees and then lever myself upwards.

I pushed my cock downwards and penetrated Donna, although at first it was
difficult pushing all the way in. Donna looked at me as I maneuvered my
abdomen, but it wasn't the look of ecstasy I'd been expecting.

"Ron, no, not working. Fuck me from behind. Fuck my ass if you want.
Davina's fucking my ass later on, I don't mind if you do it now," Donna
almost pleaded.

I pulled out. As Donna moved around and settled on all fours, I moved
behind her ample ass, and this time, with good access to Donna's slimy slit
from the rear, I forced myself forwards and penetrated her deeply.

Donna groaned.

I decided to go with a firm but slow rhythm. I wanted Donna to enjoy this.
But as I got started, the feelings developing in my cock got better, and I
gave in to an irresistible urge to go faster. Harder. I increased the speed
and weight of my thrusts, which made Donna grunt more as I continued
pumping her cunt from behind.

I contemplated switching to Donna's asshole, but I felt two-thirds of the
way to an orgasm, so I refocused on pounding Donna's fleshy pussy. This
would do as far as a last farewell went.

It wasn't long until Donna moaned a slow "Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck!" then started to
shake as a powerful orgasm swept through her entire body. It felt like her
juices were pouring out of her slit, and Donna's excitement was further
emphasized by her loud yelps of delight.

As Donna continued to squeal as her climax lingered, I lost control and
squirted three or four jets of hot watery cum deep into her cunt.

As we both calmed down, it took Donna a few seconds, she actually told me
to keep going for several more thrusts after she'd felt me come, I slowly
withdrew my cock out of Donna's soaking snatch. Donna flipped over onto her
back.

I stood up and looked down at Donna. She looked satisfied, but she also had
that sad look I'd seen at the bar earlier.

"Ron, thanks. I often think how life might have been different if you and
Louise had finished that summer. The summer I spent with Louise when you
were in Europe. At one point Louise said she was going to dump you. There
was another boy. He was all over Louise. But Louise wouldn't fuck him 'til
you got home and she could finish with you. But when you got home, the
other boy, I think he was called Alex, he'd got himself another girlfriend,
and you and Louise didn't split up."

I felt a pain deep inside as Donna confirmed my fears about Alex. But if
what Donna said was correct, at least they hadn't had sex. But it still
hurt me. I flashed back to the photo of Louise and Alex kissing, then
instantly tried to put that thought out of my mind.

Donna lit a cigarette as I wiped my cock down with a small towel.

As I got dressed, I noticed a trunk on the floor with an assortment of
clothes in it, including an apron and a black leather dress. I assumed the
dress was for Davina, it was way too small for Donna.

When I was ready to leave, Donna put on a bath robe and lit a cigarette
before walking me to the main entrance opposite reception.

As I finally turned to leave, Donna grabbed me again, and we had a final
lingering French kiss.

"Ron. Back then, I so wanted you and Louise to finish. I think my life
would have been different if I'd had you when we were younger. I wouldn't
have married Gary for one thing."

Now well into my post-coital comedown, I didn't really want to listen to
further unwanted declarations of lust/love from Donna. I just wanted to get
the fuck out.

I thought I better make one last point.

"Donna. I've enjoyed what we've just done. But, and it's a big BUT, we
can't do this again. Ever. Please, don't ever mention this to Louise. Or to
anyone who's likely to tell Louise. OK?"

Donna nodded.

"Ron, it's our secret. I won't tell anyone."

I said goodbye and walked away. As I headed to the car, I heard the door
locking behind me. I really hoped that was it finished with me and Donna.


==

My route home took me past Oscar's Bar. I decided to make a stop. Hopefully
I'd see a familiar face who would see me and could be used as an alibi if
the topic came up with Louise.

As I walked into the main bar area, the first familiar faces I saw were Jon
Parker and Shawna. Jon nodded at me, Shawna just flashed me a look.

As I ordered a drink, Randy Newcomb, one of my softball buddies, he was the
guy who always wanted to win at all costs, saw me and walked over. He had a
shortish long-haired Hispanic woman with him, small but well-proportioned
in a tight T-shirt and jeans, who looked familiar.

"Hey, Ron, all set for next week?"

I'd almost forgotten we had a softball game arranged over at Rye Brook.

"Yeah, looking forward to it," I replied.

"Ah, Ron. Sorry, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Rosa
Rosario."

I looked at Rosa, then laughed. Of course, Louise's ex-workmate, Rosa.
Shit, as far as good witnesses went, Rosa was golden.

"Hi Rosa," I smiled, "Louise often mentions you," I lied, "You really
should give her a call."

"Well, I nearly pinged her a couple of times about Thursday drinks. Do they
still go to the Irish place?" Rosa asked.

"They sure do. In fact, Louise is there now."

"Ah, good. It's on our way home. Randy, do you think we could make a pit
stop there on the way home?"

"Course we could, darling," Randy replied. Jesus, this was working out very
well.

I spent half an hour or so talking with Randy and Rosa. As we talked, I
noticed Shawna glancing over a couple of times. But I didn't want to risk
talking to her, so when Randy and Rosa got ready to leave, I declined their
offer to go along with them to the Irish Pub, "Rosa, I don't want to cramp
Louise's style!" I laughed. Then I headed straight home. If Louise asked,
I'd mention who I'd seen at Oscar's.

The first thing I did when I got in was shower. Then I put the TV on and
waited for Louise to come home.

At around midnight, Louise entered, thankfully on her own. I had a bad
feeling as the clock neared twelve that Louise would arrive home with
Joanne, so I was relieved when it was just her.

Louise was clearly under the influence, but not stupid drunk, thankfully.
Louise grabbed a glass of white wine then sat down next to me on the couch.
I took that as a good sign. Louise kicked off her shoes, then lit a
cigarette.

"OK Ron, Joanne and I talked. She admits she made a mistake. She's actually
more worried now that it was Randall fucked that whore. Anyway, I'm too
tired for sex tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But one thing, if you see him, and
Randall asks you, please say that Joanne stayed over here tonight. Say she
was totally completely drunk and slept on our couch. OK?"

I quickly agreed.

Seems that I wasn't the only one had secrets.




TO BE CONTINUED