Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 118

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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My second and third pre-party-season encounters were riskier. But I'd passed the point of caring too much if Louise caught me out or not.

Anyway, what made it risky was not that Louise would catch me in the act. She couldn't. Well, it was extremely unlikely that she could.

She was away for the weekend with her mom and the boys. Friday afternoon, they'd gone up to Louise's Aunt Jayne's, Louise's mom's sister, who lived in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. There was a Christmas Fair there every Holiday Season and Louise had promised the boys a visit as a treat. They had actual reindeer, fake snow, and Arts and Crafts, making your own decorations, Santa's Grotto, all that kind of stuff. Maybe even some stuff about Jesus.

I didn't even have to decline the invite. Louise's mom just assumed that I wasn't going to go. Which suited me fine.

They wouldn't be back until Sunday night. Louise's mom was driving. She had just gotten a new luxury SUV, German, a BMW X4, some stupid light grey color, and she was more than happy to drive.

Anyway, what made it risky was who I chose as my targets. But I decided to take the chance. I didn't think that Louise would find out even if my targets turned me down. I was pretty sure they'd be discreet, either way. And I didn't think they were going to turn me down. Not both of them. If they were available. And I was pretty sure at least one of them would be.

So, I went to the Mall Friday straight after work. First thing I did was I bought a pair of trainers. Then after I put them in the trunk of the car, I went back and headed to the Food Court. As I approached it, I took the route past Cara's store. I stopped outside. It was about ten minutes before eight, the time it said on the door that she closed for the evening.

Should I? Shouldn't I? Fuck it. I walked in.

Cara was talking to an older couple, showing them some necklaces.

"Oh, Hi," Cara smiled as I entered. "I'll be right with you. Take a seat over there if you'd like."

"Ah, sure, I'm just looking," I answered nervously.

Cara looked up again, realized it was me, and gave me a curious but pleasant smile. Then she went back to speaking with the older couple. After maybe five minutes, the couple chose a piece, which I overheard them telling Cara was for their daughter who lived in Montreal. Cara took a few minutes to delicately gift wrap the flat box she put the necklace in. Then the couple paid, jeez, nearly three-hundred bucks, before leaving.

I'd chosen not to sit. Cara walked over to me.

"So, Ron. Let me guess. You're here to buy Louise a Christmas present?"

I smiled back.

Cara looked good. She was wearing a tight dark purple and black long bohemian style dress, I might have seen it before. It emphasized her fit body and firm breasts. Her hair was dyed a deep dark red. And her make-up, as usual, was done to perfection.

"Or.." Cara lingered a few seconds, smiling, "Louise is up in New Hampshire for the weekend, and.. God, how easy is it to stalk people on Facebook?!? And you've decided I'm a good bet for an extra-marital fuck, and you're here to try to persuade me to fuck you?"

I didn't immediately reply. I'd realized that Cara was likely to know why I was there, and her perceptive response hadn't totally surprised me.

Cara smiled.

"I knew it would be that. Soon as I realized it was you. OK. Go get something to eat. The Little Wok place, far side of the Food Court. I'll see you there in about thirty minutes. I need to do some things before I shut. I've made a few sales today. You know, Ron, I have some pieces Louise would like. You should think about buying her something. Seriously. I'll do you a great price."

Again, I didn't immediately reply. Cara continued to stare at me.

"Cat got your tongue? Are you OK, Ron?"

"OK, Cara, yeah, sure, see you in thirty minutes."

"I'll try and get done quicker. This is always a busy time of year."

I walked out of Cara's store, headed over to the Chinese 'Street Food' stand, and ordered a couple of eggrolls and an iced tea. I walked over to a free table and sat down.

==

Cara showed up after about twenty minutes. She ordered a thing called a 'Mini Pokebowl', looked like a mixture of rice and raw tuna and vegetables, and sat down opposite me.

She talked as she ate.

"So, Ron, the party the other week. How'd you like it? I was glad we, you know, 'caught up'."

"Yeah, me too. I wanted to.. eh, more than .., eh, with you I mean."

"Yeah, I thought you would. Me rocking that sultry, sexy, high-class English prostitute look. Liz Hurley. God, I used to play with myself every time I watched that movie. She was one of my early girl crushes. Sizzling hot. Brendan Fraser was cute too. I guess in an innocent, dorky kind of way. He didn't have the same effect on me."

"Yeah," I agreed, "You looked good. Very good. I would have, eh, you know.. not just that thing at the end, but Louise.."

"Ron, Louise told me before the party it was you who wouldn't want to play with me. I was actually very upset. But Louise and I agreed to not get involved, you know, in a room, anything like that. She told me that I wasn't to bother you. Or her. She was pretty clear about that."

"Really?" I asked, "Louise put it to me that we didn't have to.. eh.. I.. eh, .. like if I didn't want to.."

"Ron, forget it. It's OK. Anyway, Louise is away, and the cat wants to play. No, wait, let me get it right. It's the mouse that wants to play, when the cat's away. Whatever. I get it. But Ron, tell me, why should I indulge you? We all kind of gave that stuff up, well, mainly because of you. Or don't you remember it that way?"

"Cara, I'll be honest. The dynamic, well, how things got between us, I got not to like it too much. But I never lost, eh, the, how do I put it? Shit. Cara, I always found you hot. I still do. But the way that the triangle worked, you, me, Louise, it wasn't working for me. I guess in many respects there were aspects of my, eh, lifestyle, I didn't handle very well. Possibly still don't."

Cara stared back at me in silence for maybe ten seconds.

"Ron, I think you liked the triangle just fine. It was when we squared the triangle, things got more difficult for you. With Rudy, I mean. So, Ron. You and Louise. Going through a rough patch right now? I've heard some things."

"Not exactly," I replied, wondering what things Cara had heard.

"Not exactly? OK, I'd like to explore that. But if we do, and I am suggesting we do it 'post coitus', it has to be at your place. Marnie's at home, and she also, how did you put it, well there are 'aspects of our lifestyle, she doesn't handle very well'. I bring you home, she'll flip. You know, she went to the Movie party under protest. She loved the dressing up part. The rest? She's a mixed-up girl, had quite a few life experiences, most of them not too good. She loves me, fucking ADORES me, and occasionally she'll do stuff, you know, FOR me. A lot of the time actually. But the two of us fucking you tonight, no, it totally wouldn't work out if I took you home. Anything like that, it can't just happen without me getting her into the right frame of mind first. There's an element of persuasion. And that takes time. Usually. I mean we're an open-minded couple, don't get me wrong. But it doesn't work like with you and Louise. Louise brings someone home, male or female, and like 20 minutes later you're all fucking each other. Nope. Not with me and Marnie."

"OK," I said, "We'll go to my place."

"Okkkkayyyyy," Cara said slowly. "But Ron, one thing. Are you telling Louise about this? You know, calling her, asking her for permission? That's how it works with you guys, right? Or it's how it used to work. Or she gives you a green-light in advance. But you always clear things with each other. Well, usually you do. It's been a while."

"Cara, things have changed. I don't want Louise to know about this."

"Okayyyyyy, Ron, message received and understood. But afterwards, you have to drive me back here to get my car, OK?"

"OK," I replied.

"OK, Ron, let's go. I did always enjoy fucking you. Let me call Marnie and tell her I'll be home late. I'll make up some excuse about having to do paperwork."

==

When I got home with Cara, I was relieved that it was raining, quite heavily, and none of the neighbors seemed to be paying much or any attention when I parked. I got Cara into the house as quickly as I could.

As soon as we got in, Cara took her wet coat off and I automatically grabbed her and started to kiss her. Cara responded before gently pushing me back.

"Ron, easy tiger! Let me have a drink and a smoke first. And my hair, shit, let me give it a dry. Do you have any wine? White?"

"Let me check the refrigerator," I replied, trying not to sound disappointed. We hadn't really talked much on the ride home, and all I'd thought about was fucking Cara. I already had a pretty full-on erection.

I went and got us each a glass of white wine. When I returned to the living room, Cara was bent over the coffee table, a lit cigarette dangling languidly from her dark red lips.

I saw that she was rolling a joint.

"If I know you, I'm assuming that you want to take me in the ass, Ron. Let me get my relaxer smoked first, OK?"

I sat down next to Cara and put my right hand on her left thigh. Cara stayed focused on the task at hand. She put her cigarette down in the ashtray and ran her tongue down the side of her reefer. I leaned over and tried to initiate another kiss, but Cara resisted.

"Ron, let me finish this cigarette, and this glass of wine. Then I'll go out back on the porch, smoke this little guy," she lifted up the joint and waved it in front of my face, "Then we'll take care of business, OK?"

I gave a pout like a kid who'd just been told they weren't getting any ice- cream after dinner. Cara laughed.

"You know, Ron, there's a lot I like about you," she giggled.

==

After Cara had smoked her joint, and I'd declined the offer to partake, we went upstairs.

Cara undid the zipper on the back of her tight dress, which slipped to the floor. She then unclasped her black brassiere, exposing her round silicon- enhanced tits, and removed a pair of matching black thong-like panties. Her pussy was trimmed, she had a Brazilian strip thing going, which started an inch or two above her crinkly cunt lips. It also looked like Cara had gotten a new tattoo on her left hip, a dark rose and thorns thing.

Meanwhile, I was scrambling to get undressed as quickly as I could. When I managed to pull my pants off, Cara grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I responded breathlessly, and my cock stiffened even more as I felt Cara's trimmed pubic mound slide up against my dick.

Cara then yanked me up towards the pillows at the top of the bed. Without saying anything she hitched her right leg up and straddled my face.

"Eat my cunt, Ron. Get me good and wet!" she commanded, as she pressed her warm aromatic mound down onto my face. It took a second for me to open my mouth and extend my tongue, which I firmly pushed upwards between Cara's moist cunt lips. Cara let out a low moan as I penetrated her with my eager tongue.

I swirled my tongue around inside Cara's moist, and getting wetter by the second, pussy, before I retracted it a little to focus on her exposed clitoris. I pushed hard onto Cara's bud, which caused her to flinch and emit a soft squeal. Then I flicked my tongue back and forward on her wet bean until my tongue actually started to hurt. Thankfully, at this point Cara slid off of my face.

"Fuck, Ron, that was good! Now it's my turn!"

Cara slid down. I was expecting to feel her mouth immediately wrap around my cock. However, I was surprised when instead she put her hand into her purse, which was lying on the bottom of the bed, and pulled out a small cylindrical metallic item.

"This little beauty works just as well on a dick as on my clit. Wait 'til you see!" Cara smiled.

Cara then leaned down into my groin, twisted the shiny golden cylinder, which was about two or three inches in length, and a mild buzzing sound kicked in.

Cara looked up at me and smiled, then moved her head and hands directly over my cock and balls.

I gasped as Cara placed the mini-vibrator at the root of my shaft. She then softly swirled the buzzing object around my ballsack, before slowly moving it up my stiff rod.

Fuck, this almost took my breath away!

Cara then pressed the buzzing pleasure-giver down onto the underside of my glans. JESUS! This was fucking incredible! I thought I was going to cum on the spot, my cock started twitching upwards uncontrollably.

Cara then slowly slid it down my shaft again, simultaneously opening her wet mouth and swallowing the tip of my aching cock.

As she worked my cock with her tongue, she ran the vibrator over my balls in a slow swirling motion. I actually started to pant and moan. I couldn't help it.

After a few more seconds, Cara released my cock from between her lips, turned the buzzing vibrator off, and then edged back up and kissed me.

"You liked that, right?" Cara asked with a smile.

"Yes," I gasped in response.

"OK, fuck my pussy. Then when you're good and ready, tell me. You can poke that beautiful dick of yours in my tight ass. While I use my little buzzbomb on my clit! Do you have any lube?"

I looked back at Cara. Did I?

"Ron, over on the dresser. That cold cream. Bring it over. That will do."

I got up and quickly retrieved the little jar of Louise's 'Moisturizer'. I laid it down behind Cara who pulled me down and started to kiss me again. Then I climbed on top and easily slipped my hard cock into Cara's wet cut.

Cara, eyes wide open, looked up at me.

"Fuck me, Ron! FUCK ME!"

I started a slow rhythmic pumping, as Cara closed her eyes and started to moan. I made a mental note to pull out well before I got any tell-tale signals of an impending orgasm. There was only one place I was coming tonight. Deep in Cara's tight shithole.

I fucked Cara vaginally for a minute or two, then I slowed down. Cara opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"OK. I'm thinking that now naughty Ron wants to put his nasty dick in my slutty asshole. Lube yourself up. Use that cream. And pass me my little buzzbomb! Oh, fuck, this is going to be good."

Cara handed me the jar of moisturizer. I unscrewed the lid, dipped in two fingers and smeared the cold white cream the entire length of my dick. Cara reached behind and gripped the small golden vibrator in her right hand.

"OK, Ron, we can go two ways on this. Sideways, you behind me, or me on top, facing away from you. Either way is probably a guaranteed assgasm for me, unless you cum right away, that is!" Cara giggled.

"Ah, OK," I replied, "What do you recommend?"

"Well, Ron, best for you is if I reverse-cowgirl you. You'll get much deeper into me. I like it both ways. But I suggest we do it reverse- cowgirl, OK?"

"Eh, sure, Cara," I replied.

Cara twisted down the bed, then facing away from me, she straddled me at the waist.

"OK, Ron. Guide yourself in. Go slow, when you're there, tell me, I'll feel it, and I'll lower myself down. And Ron, this will work better if you maintain your position, you know, push yourself up, tense your ass muscles, and just let me ride your cock. It'll be good. Trust me. OK?"

"OK," I replied eagerly.

Cara got herself in position. I gripped the base of my shaft which was less slippery than the rest of my heavily lubed pole and pointed the tip upwards so that it touched the puckered entrance to Cara's butthole.

Cara breathed out deeply, then slowly lowered her body downwards. The tip of my cock penetrated Cara's asshole with minimal resistance, and my entire shaft swiftly followed until Cara's ass had completely devoured my cock.

I felt a twitch and took a deep breath, begging myself not to come too soon. Then I heard the buzz of Cara's mini-vibrator as she switched it on. As she pushed it up against her clitoris, I could feel tiny vibrations filtering through into her asshole from her clit, which made my cock tingle. Christ, this was going to be good.

"OH FUCK!" Cara groaned, before starting to tilt her body forward then back, my cock bending and slipping out a few inches, then back in, as Cara anally pivoted on my dick.

Fuck!

I grunted as each sweep of Cara's lightly vibrating super-tight asshole milked my cock, and I prayed that I'd last long enough for Cara to come.

I gave up the fight after a dozen more of Cara's movements made it impossible for me NOT to come. And it was with massive relief that as the first signals resonated down my shaft, I felt Cara's whole body start to shake as she gave herself up to what felt like a VERY powerful orgasm.

Cara came with loud exclamations of joy, as my own cock started to spew hot cum from the deepest recesses of my balls. And I found myself whining along with Cara as my balls emptied deep into her tight shitter.

Shit! This had been one of the best orgasms of my life. I just hoped that none of the neighbors had heard the loud resolution of our mutual climaxes.

I eventually felt Cara relax, then she stood up, my tired dick slipping easily out of her asshole, before she walked towards the bathroom.

Cara suddenly stopped and turned round to face me.

"Ron, ten out of ten. Seriously. You're a fucking assfucking genius."

==

After Cara returned from the bathroom, she lit a cigarette, and got back into bed with me.

"Ron, I am not 100% sure why you decided to be with me tonight. Possibly because you just felt I'd be available. Maybe you think I'm a whore."

"Cara, no, I.."

"Ron, it's OK. And anyway, I guess I'm flattered. In a way. I like being with you, like this. To me, you have an insecurity, a certain vulnerability, and I find it totally sexy. It really turns me on. But I think there's more to this. For sure tonight. I don't think you reached out to me just to fuck. Ron, I think that you want to talk. We were always able to talk. I remember a long conversation we had one Sunday afternoon."

I remembered it too.

"No, eh, Cara. You're right. But the sex. I wanted to, with you. I like being with you."

"Ron, do you like it so much because you feel you're getting at Louise? Because Louise knows me. Because we've all had sex with each other in the past? I mean, you've gone all-in, right? You fuck other people behind Louise's back all the time. I think you do, right?"

"Yes," I admitted, before adding, "But it's mainly guys."

"Ah, I see. I guess with it being guys, it somehow doesn't feel like cheating, yes?"

"Well.."

"You kind of think, Louise doesn't have a cock, and you have a need for cock, so it's not like fucking another woman, and it's not really cheating."

Cara paused.

"Cara, it's, well, yes. I guess that's how it feels." She was so on the money, it actually surprised me.

"OK, Ron. Now, the fact you've just fucked me, I suppose that does feel like cheating. You're doing this with me exactly because it DOES feel like cheating. Maybe you see it as some kind of payback, for what Louise does. Ron, the stuff you do. You do a lot of this shit together. You shouldn't forget that. Ron?"

"I guess you're right Cara. But.." I didn't really know how to put it.

Cara took a pull on her cigarette.

"Ron, I think you want Louise to know about this. You want to get caught. But Ron, I won't tell her, and you sure as shit shouldn't either. Please, keep me out of this. You know, I think Rudy was right."

"What do you mean, 'Rudy was right'," I asked.

"It was Rudy pointed it out to me. He's actually not just some airhead toyboy, you know. Ron, some couples, and I've been in that position myself, they embark on this kind of lifestyle, you know, the 'open relationship' thing, as a journey together, a way of expanding their relationship, maybe make it stronger. I think that is how it is for Louise. Louise suspected you were gay. She was worried she'd lose you. So, she did what she thought she needed to do to save your marriage. Did you ever consider that?"

I'd never seen it that way. To me, and Cara wasn't changing my mind, this had been about her, Louise, I mean. Or had it? It was Louise who always took the lead. Pretty much always. I couldn't see that she was doing this for me. Had I got this wrong somehow?

Cara continued.

"But, Ron, with you, I think there's a self-destructive element to all of this. Maybe you don't see it. It seems to me that you want to hurt yourself. And you probably, no make that definitely, you want to hurt Louise. But now you realize that Louise isn't fazed by all of the stuff you're doing. She isn't that jealous, she has so much fun herself, but you really want her to BE jealous. You? You're jealous. It's natural. Not with people who lead the lifestyle that you guys do. But for normal married couples. This doesn't work for like 99% of married couples. Some people try it just the once, and they can't handle it, and it's game over."

Cara flicked some ash into the ashtray on the bedside table on her side of the bed, took a final drag on her cigarette and stubbed it out.

"So, the together stuff you do, I think you feel SHE has more fun than you, and now, well. So, YOU react by regularly fucking other people behind Louise's back. And deep inside, you're hoping to get caught, to get found out, just so you can see how Louise reacts. Would she freak out? Or only get mildly upset? Or would she actually even give a shit? Ron, however it pans out, what you're doing is not healthy for your relationship."

I was taken aback by how right Cara was.

"Ron, did I get this right? Or am I talking out of my just-fucked ass?"

"Yes," I replied, "NO. I mean, you're right."

"Ron, I'm going to get dressed. As much as I enjoy the sex with you, and I really do, let's not do this again. OK?"

"Yeah, Cara, sorry.. I.."

"Don't be sorry, Ron. You don't have to be. This was just a casual fling. But if what I say is true, and I think we both know that it is, just take care not to hurt anyone else. If you're doing this to try and somehow reset your marriage, then don't use some other person to do that. I trust you not to confess what we've just done to Louise. Don't. OK?"

"OK, Cara. I won't."

"And promise me you'll think on what I've said. And most of all, you need to talk to Louise. Make your mind up about what you want to do. Discuss it with Louise. Work it out together. I think Louise wants to stay married to you. But I think some of the boundaries you have are now, well, ehm, 'open to interpretation'. Remove these misunderstandings. Then you'll know for sure what the next steps are. Could be you split up. I don't know. I really don't know. I hope not."

I gulped. Then Cara leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips.

"Think hard on it, Ron. If Louise agrees to let you indulge your thing for men, you need to accept that she is not going to passively sit there and be the good wife. She'll want to have fun too. Anyway. I need to go. Don't worry about driving me back to get my car. I'll take an Uber."

Cara stood up and headed towards the bedroom door where her clothes lay. She got dressed. Then before she left, she sat back down on the bed. She reached over and gripped my hand.

"Ron. We've just talked openly. I really do think that the real answer to your problems is for you and Louise to talk openly. This fucking other people strategy you seem to have embarked on. It probably won't work. Have you ever thought about that?"

Then Cara stood up and headed to the door. I didn't say anything as Cara headed downstairs. I heard the front door close a few moments later.

==

After Cara left, I got myself a beer and sat down to think. I had a lot to think about, and I had a lot of beers.

Then I did something really stupid. I got my burner cellphone and texted Donna.

-- Donna, I need to meet you. Privately. Tomorrow if possible.

I hit send, then got myself another beer. After ten minutes, my phone pinged.

-- Ron, I have a movie shoot tomorrow. Meet me after. 5pm, here ..

There followed an address in Pleasantville, an apartment complex on Washington Avenue.

I typed in a reply.

-- Thanks Donna. I need to talk to you.

Then I hit send.

A ping sounded on my phone a few seconds later.

-- See you tomorrow. X

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