Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 126
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I woke up late the next day. Shit, the same day. It was still New Year's Day, January 1, 2020. I opened my eyes and noticed that Louise was already dressed. She was sitting on the side of the bed, glasses on, she tended not to wear her contacts with a hangover, a cigarette dangling from her lips, face jammed in her phone.
"Oh, so you're awake?" she remarked, still focused on her phone. "Good. We only have 40 minutes to get food. We have to leave by noon."
"Ah, OK," I replied.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself last night, Ron. I did. And so did a few other people. I've had three movies shared already. Naturally, the professional whore Donna is in one of them. But wow! Jennifer! Can she handle a cock!!! Or three! Jesus, she's insatiable. And Ruggy still looks like he has the moves! And Raquel? An absolute fuck machine! She takes it! She gives it out! Fucking amazing! OK. Hurry up! I'm hungry, and they've got Huevos Rancheros. You know how much I like them. Just the thing to help with my hangover. Come on! Chop chop!"
==
The bar area was quiet when we walked over to a long rectangular table where the food was. It was self-service. There were some cold cuts, three long silver heated metal containers with lids, a couple of coffee pots, and 2 jugs of orange juice.
We grabbed some eggs. I let Louise take the last of the Huevos Rancheros. I had scrambled and a few slices of bacon. I poured us both a coffee, and then we walked over to the big table I'd sat at in the 'wee small hours' at the end of the party (Sinatra was a massive favorite of my dad's, and I have to confess Sinatra's music is also a guilty pleasure of mine).
David and Julie were sitting drinking coffee in silence. We sat down next to them and said hello. Then Peggy, the curly-haired blonde who'd taken a shine to me, and subsequently fucked Gary Danton's brains out, sat down. She was immediately followed by Leonard, the twink who'd come with Ruggy. And then a younger guy I didn't recognize, who looked totally hungover, joined us as well.
Shit! It was Hazel. In 'boy mode'. Still cute though.
The conversation mainly stuck to generalities about how good the party had been. Nothing too specific. No 'kiss and tell' stories.
When Louise finished her eggs, she realized she had no cigarettes, so she headed back to the room to retrieve a pack. I walked back to the food table to get another coffee. As I poured another cup, I suddenly noticed Julie had walked up behind me.
"OK, Ronnie boy, I'll keep this brief. You make sure you meet me at the apartment at the address I wrote down on my card. 1pm sharp, Friday afternoon."
I tried not to directly look at Julie, speaking quietly out of the side of my mouth.
"Julie. What the fuck is this? This isn't fucking funny, you know. Tell me what this is about."
"Ron. David told me you're a tech guy. I need a tech guy."
"Julie, please. Stop with the fucking bullshit already."
"Ron. I'm being serious. Just fucking do it. Meet me, like we've arranged."
"We haven't arranged anything. Fuck, Julie.."
"Ah, Louise is back. I'll speak to you on Friday. I know you'll be there."
Julie headed back to the table before I could respond with a 'Fuck you'. She sat down next to Hazel, who was lighting a cigarette. After a brief exchange, Hazel handed Julie the cigarette and lit another.
I noticed that while I had been at the food table, David had walked over to the doorway near reception and had intercepted Louise. Donna, who suddenly appeared from the reception area, joined them. It looked like they were having a brief but serious conversation.
Donna was casually dressed, blue jeans, dark brown sweater, but she looked good. She'd styled her hair in loose blonde curls and was expertly made up, like one of those girls worked in Cosmetics at Nordstrom or one of those other big stores.
Seeing Donna, I thought about what Randall had said to me last night. I really wasn't sure how I was going to deal with the Donna situation. Given it seemed she was telling people we had something going on, I realized ignoring her, cutting her off completely, might not be the best option.
I made a mental note to meet her somewhere neutral but discreet and finish things. I hadn't yet made my mind up if that would just be for a coffee or all-in for a final fuck.
After about a minute or so, Louise walked over to where I was still standing. I'd been daydreaming. I asked Louise if she wanted another coffee. She did.
"Yes, thanks Ron. Another coffee, please. Then I'll have another cigarette, and then we better get going. Weather forecast isn't great. And I don't want to end up stranded here. God, no!"
==
Things got stranger the next day at work, when around 2pm, I took a call from a 'potential client'. Out normal admin assistant was out, she had the flu, seemed there was a lot of it going around at the start of the New Year, and our junior intern, Darren, took the initial call. There were only three of us in the office.
My desk phone rang. Darren waved over at me. I picked up the receiver.
"Who is it, Darren?"
"Eh.. sorry.. it's a woman. She said her name, shit Ron, I didn't quite catch it. Judy?"
Fuck.
"OK, Darren, put it through."
There was a click.
"Hi? Am I speaking to Mr. Ron Abbott?" a slightly familiar female voice said from the other end of the phone.
"Yes," I replied, "How can I help you, Miss.."
"Miss Schneider. Miss Julie Schneider. Hey, Ronnie boy! How's it hanging?"
Fuck me. Julie. Fuck. She was married to David?
"Ah. I didn't know you were married Mrs. Schneider," I said, trying to sound business like.
"I'm not. It's MISS Schneider actually, Ron. You were right the first time."
"Oh?" I said, sounding slightly confused.
"David's actually my step-dad. Anyway, I didn't call about that."
The revelation of the nature of the relationship between David and Julie did take me a little by surprise. It seemed VERY fucking strange, even by my standards. It actually put me off of my flow.
I tried to stay cool, re-focus. I still hadn't worked out Julie's angle. Why she was calling. Why she was so eager to meet. It seemed to be more than just a clandestine fuck that she wanted to talk about. However, I was still very inclined to politely tell Julie to fuck off.
I restrained the urge for now.
"What is it you're calling about, MISS Schneider?" I asked.
"Please, Ron. Not so formal. After all, you've fucked me in the ass. The least you could do is call me Julie," she giggled.
I looked up. Darren was over on the other side of the office, checking a new batch of laptops that had arrived late, after the Christmas period, so I still needed to keep things professional.
"OK. Julie. How can I help?"
"OK, Ron. Tomorrow, when you meet with me, I do have something I need you to do. Well, I mean in addition to THAT. We have an office set up in an apartment for when the owners arrive from France in a few weeks' time. I'm more technical than David, he is fucking useless, but I still need, ah, some help."
"What kind of help exactly?"
"Well, with some setup. I.."
"I'm not sure how I can help. I'm not a turn it off, turn it back on type of guy," I interjected, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"You CAN help," Julie replied, "And you can always turn ME on," she added with a giggle.
"Anyway, I have a pretty full schedule tomorrow, Miss Schneider," I lied.
"Please, Ron. Fucking call me Julie! Don't be such an asshole! I'm right in saying you can help with issues related to commercial and domestic local area storage, yes?"
"Yes," I had to admit.
"OK, and naturally you can invoice me for the work. That's it official now. Don't make me complain to your boss. And I know you're intrigued enough to meet with me. So, stop arguing and just accept it. We'll have fun. I promise you. I know you like me."
Was this really just a fuck meet, I suddenly thought? But why all the fucking secret agent crap?
I took a deep breath. Fuck it. Why not? And I could even bill the time and the mileage when I entered the appointment in our official booking system.
"OK, Julie," I acquiesced, "See you at 1pm tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye, Ronnie," Julie said in a cheerful voice, "I'm looking forward to it. Call me on the cell number on my card when you arrive. The building is secure, I'll need to let you in. And try not to be late."
The line went dead.
I sat back in my office chair wondering what I was getting myself into. Darren walked over to my desk.
"Eh, Ron, was that for a client trip? Maybe I could help? I like to get out of the office if I can."
"No, Darren, it's OK, but thanks anyway," I replied.
I liked the kid's keenness, and there was something about his dorkiness that was weirdly attractive, although he wasn't strictly 'My type'.
But this was one appointment that I needed to do solo.
==
I pulled into the familiar parking lot at the apartment complex in Pleasantville at about ten minutes before 1pm on Friday.
There didn't seem to have been any progress on the unit still under construction since I'd last been here. I noticed an expensive looking silver sports car parked in front of Building A. On closer examination I recognized it was a Porsche. An expensive model. Julie's, I assumed.
I cut the engine and called Julie's cell number. After about six rings, there was a reply.
Julie matter-of-factly gave me directions to Building A, gave me the entrance and elevator code, same one as before, and told me to head on up to Level 2. As I'd suspected, it was the same apartment I'd visited Donna in. I picked up my laptop, and exited the car, before heading over to Building A.
==
When the elevator door opened, Julie beckoned me into the apartment.
She was wearing a professional but elegant short-skirted business suit, mostly dark green with some black, I think it's called a 'Houndstooth' pattern, over a loose low-cut white blouse. The short tight skirt was stretched around her shapely hips, her long smooth legs were bare, and she had bright green high-heeled shoes on. Julie's shiny long blonde hair was parted in the middle, and her make-up was noticeable, but not too over the top. She was an attractive woman, no doubt about that.
"Come on in, Ron. Nice to see you. I'm glad you could make it. Coffee?"
"Actually, Julie, how about first you tell me what's going on?"
"OK, I'm having a coffee. The machine is absolute top of the range. You should really try the coffee, it's a lot better than Starbucks. But sure, OK, but let ME grab a coffee, and then I'll explain."
I looked around and noticed that the apartment was significantly less cluttered than the last time I'd visited. There was no evidence of any porn movies ever having been shot here.
Julie walked past me keeping her gaze on me at all times and got a coffee from a space-age looking espresso machine on the breakfast bar near the kitchen/dining area. Then she walked back over to the bar, I mean the thing that looked like an actual bar, where her laptop was lying open.
"Ron, over here, let me explain. Come on, over here. This is business. Honest."
I walked over to the bar and stood next to Julie in front of her laptop. I couldn't help but notice her perfume. She smelt nice. It hadn't taken me long to decide that an afternoon fuck with Julie wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"So, Ron. The system in the suite, we call this place a suite, not an apartment, well it's set up for the owners to mostly work from home. Super- fast internet. There's a home office set up in one of the bedrooms, the guest room, and the TV system, see it over there on the far wall, has a thing called Lifesize set up on it, for secure video conferencing. There's a router, a hub, some servers, and local area storage, all in a utility space in the home office room. Look, I can access everything from here on my laptop. But there's a problem I need some help with."
Julie took a sip of coffee. She remained silent for a few seconds. I guess what you'd call a 'pregnant pause'.
"Ah, OK, so what kind of problem?" I asked. I felt she'd wanted me to ask her, so I did.
"Next week, Ron, the French Bank that the wife works for is sending a cyber-security team to do some audit and install Bank specific software which will enable her to securely connect to their Head Office in Paris. I need the local area storage cleaned before these guys arrive."
"OK, Julie. Why don't you or David just delete the files you need to remove?" I asked.
"Ron, it needs a deeper clean than that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you. We don't want any computer experts to recover the deleted files."
"OK," I replied. "I probably have the software you need on my laptop. Can you connect me to the WiFi?"
"Sure. But first let me show you some stuff."
Julie finished what was left of her coffee, then fired up a browser window, before loading a file listing.
"Ron, look over above the door to the elevator."
I glanced up and over.
"Black round thing. See it?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And behind us. Look, see that one there? In the corner."
I saw another black glass half-globe.
"Security system. Camera in every room. Well, not the bathrooms, that would be freaky. It's not yet fully operational. But.." Julie paused before clicking on a file.
Video footage popped up in a screen.
"David usually turns it off when he visits. If he remembers. Not every time though."
The video footage, timestamped mid-October, showed David and Bill talking in the middle of the floor. Then I noticed Louise walk in, must have been from the elevator. They then all stood talking in the main living area. Louise was holding an iPad, occasionally showing David and/or Bill the screen. The tape ran for about a minute before Julie paused it.
There was nothing controversial. The room was mainly furnished like it was now but there were some building materials laying around and the couches were wrapped in polythene covers. At one point a guy in overalls came in and started working in the bar area.
I suddenly wondered if any of the cameras had caught me when I'd fucked Donna. Was this what this was about?
"OK, Julie, so the security cam footage. You want it 'gone gone'? No traces for the cyber-security guys?"
"Correct, Ron."
"OK, if I can connect to the network on my laptop, I can run a cleaner app. Time it will take depends on the amount of data. I'm assuming it's only these folders you want cleaned? I don't think I should reset the entire system to 'factory settings' mode, right?"
"Yes, Ron. All the files in these folders here created after October twenty-third. And clean all of the videos, any movie file you find, you know mpeg, whatever, they need to be, ALL of them, how did you put it? 'gone gone'. Especially this one."
Julie fired up another screen. A video started to play.
It started with David walking over to the bar, pouring two drinks. Then Louise, shit it was Louise, walked over to the bar. They clinked glasses and each took a sip of their drinks.
Louise put her glass down and turned around to face away from the bar, she was now facing the camera at the elevator door. David put his glass down. I watched as he slipped his hands through Louise's arms from behind, then grappled with her tits through her blouse, before moving his head forward and starting to kiss Louise's neck. I could see Louise close her eyes. She was definitely enjoying David's attention. She soon turned and they started to full-on kiss, David's hands moving down and groping Louise's ass-cheeks.
After a while David lifted Louise up onto the bartop. Louise undressed her top half, undoing her blouse, and I watched in fixated horror as she pulled the front of her bra down and her massive tits flopped free.
David, now with his back to the camera, looked like he was fiddling with his pants front. Louise hitched her skirt up as David moved in close. David got in position and Louise wrapped her legs around his waist. David made a sudden upward jerky motion and Louise shuddered throwing her head back with a silent open-mouthed gasp. I assumed David had just penetrated her. It certainly looked like it. Then David started pumping, frantically, violently, fucking my wife like he was fucking some two-bit slut in a nightclub bathroom.
"Fuck, Julie, what the.."
"Ron, look, there's sound too."
Julie clicked on a speaker symbol. I suddenly had to listen to David's grunts coupled with Louise's moans as they fucked.
I heard Louise panting, "Fuck me harder, David, FUCK ME HARDER, OOOHHHHHHH YESSSSSS! David, yes! UUhhh.."
"Turn it off!" I suddenly commanded.
"But, Ron, they haven't come yet."
"FUCKING .." I reached over and clicked the window shut.
Julie sighed.
"There's more like this, Ron. By my count there's thirteen of these kinds of movies. David and Louise having sex I mean. There's one especially long session in the bedroom. I've watched them all. That's a lot of fucking over a two month period. What's wrong? Louise not getting it at home?"
"Fuck you, Julie. FUCK YOU! Why.. What my wife.. I.."
"Oh? WAIT! STOP! So you didn't KNOW? OOAAHHH FUCK!"
Julie put her right hand on top of my left and squeezed gently.
"Shit. Sorry. You see, Ron, Louise told David, and indeed, Louise herself told ME, that you had an 'Open Marriage'. Shit, sorry, Ron, I really didn't know. I mean about you not knowing. But obviously I didn't want just any old tech guy doing the system clean. He'd have probably copied the files and kept them for jerkoff material. Or worse. Put them on the internet. Some of the movies are pretty steamy. Anyway, when Louise mentioned your line of business, that's when I thought it was better to ask you."
I stood in stunned silence for a moment.
"OK, Ron. Here's the WiFi password. Clean the system up. How long do you think it will take?"
"Julie, fuck, I.. shit, probably, let's see. I don't know. Twenty minutes, ehm, less than an hour. I think."
"OK, Ron, set it up. Then let's have some fun while we're waiting."
TO BE CONTINUED