Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 128
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When I got home after work that Friday, I acted normally. No drama. I'd managed to pretty much calm down on the ride home.
I said 'Hi' to Louise, who was on her laptop, then grabbed a beer. I checked in with the boys, but they were fixated on the TV. Some bullshit Marvel cartoon crap aimed at 4 to 8 year-olds. Then I went upstairs and got changed.
I put my work clothes in the laundry basket. I doubted that Louise would notice the dried white stains on the inside of my shorts. I am pretty sure she didn't pay that much attention.
We ate as a family, then while Louise headed to the kitchen to clean up, I put the boys to bed. When they fell asleep, I headed back downstairs with a sole thought.
Louise. The fucking cheating bitch. Was getting fucked.
I walked into the kitchen where Louise was in the process of pouring herself a glass of chilled white wine. When she put the bottle down, I moved in close to her from behind, slipped both of my hands through her arms and firmly groped her voluptuous titties, rubbing my cock through my pants against her ass.
Like I'd watched David do.
As I sunk my hands into Louise's flesh, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Nice. I sunk my fingers deeper into Louise's amazing titty flesh. I tried to seek out her nipples with my fingers. Found them. Squeezed. Hard. Louise let out a long silent breath.
Before Louise could complain, and I don't know, maybe she didn't want to complain, I leaned forward and started to kiss and lick her neck.
Copying what I'd seen David do.
After about ten seconds paying full attention to Louise's neck, and Christ, my cock was already straining at the leash, I planned my next move.
My first inclination was to turn Louise around and fuck her right there in the kitchen on the breakfast bar, but I chickened out when I thought she may suspect I'd seen her doing exactly that with David and confront me with it.
After all, wasn't I just re-running what I'd watched Louise do, what I'd done earlier with Julie?
So, I pulled Louise through to the living room, silencing her half-hearted protests by putting my right index finger to her lips. When we got to the couch, I pushed her down and unzipped her tight jeans then pulled them down. No panties, as I'd expected. I caught a whiff of Louise's sweet cunt juices. I discarded Louise's jeans, then pulled my own pants part way down, my hard cock springing free.
Next, I grabbed Louise's hips and pulled her forward. I placed the tip of my hard cock at the entrance to her moist pussy, then without asking, without any discussion, I pushed myself in. I paused and looked at Louise, who was staring back at me with a curious look of surprise. I pushed my cock in deeper.
"Take your T-shirt off," I demanded, "Quick, do.." a deeper prod of my dick, "it.." a pause then another push in, "NOW!"
I held my position with my cock buried all the way in Louise's cunt until I helped Louise slip her T-shirt over her head. I glanced down at Louise's voluptuous bra-less melons, which were now totally exposed. I clamped both my hands round her titties and squeezed. Dug my fingers in. Hard, until Louise's nipples jutted out about as far as they could go.
I could see that Louise was still looking at me, a look of curious disbelief on her face. She remained silent. We seemed to have reach a tacit understanding there was to be no talk.
I pulled back, my dick sliding halfway out of Louise's wet cunt. By now I knew she was really turned on. Then I started pumping, my thrusts building in intensity all the way from my lower back region. I did more 'slow but solid' moves for maybe thirty more seconds, then I upped the pace, soon setting the dial to 'Frantic', and put my head down to feast on Louise's stiff nipples.
Not really wanting to look Louise in the eye as I ravaged her, or more accurately in my way of thinking, 'reclaimed' her from that cunt David, I focused my attention on my wife's breasts, going to work on Louise's tits with my hands, my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my teeth even, like I knew she used to love it.
I really wanted Louise to react.
I wanted her to react like she did with David when he'd fucked her on top of that fucking yuppie cunt bar top in that fucking upmarket motherfucking fake not-an-apartment 'Suite'.
But as much as I tried, I couldn't make Louise moan. It was like she knew my game plan. And she wasn't playing. Or she had the perfect D to counter my offense.
Even as I fucked Louise as hard as I could, I couldn't get her to scream and shout that she needed me to fuck her HARDER, like she'd done with David.
And when I did come, shit it didn't take too long for me to experience that day's third orgasm, I felt unfulfilled.
As I came down, I panted breathlessly.
Louise gently pushed me back, forcing my drained cock out of her moist pussy, then stared at me.
"What the fuck was that about, Ron?" Louise asked. She didn't seem to be angry, more curious than angry.
"We haven't had sex since the New Year's party. I needed to, you know, I needed to, with you," I replied.
"Nice. Would have been nicer if you'd been less caveman and more romantic, but I guess we can be romantic when we go to bed later. OK, let me get cleaned up. Can you bring my wine and cigarettes through from the kitchen, please?"
==
Louise and I did have tender 'romantic' sex later that night. I was more than glad when she climaxed. She tried to keep the noise down, the kids had already woken up a couple of times for drinks, but I instinctively knew it was a good one.
I was having serious self-doubts, still trying to work out why she'd had a brief, but from what I could tell, very passionate affair with David.
==
The following day, Saturday, I texted Edward from my burner. I suggested we meet at his place, late afternoon worked best for me, and I gave him the option of Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday.
I waited half the day for him to respond. Anxiously. I checked my phone every hour, making sure not to alert Louise. When Edward eventually responded, he suggested we meet on Wednesday. He could do 6pm or later, but no earlier.
I agreed on a 6pm rendezvous.
After a few minutes, Edward texted me back his address. I checked it on google maps. Nice, I could get home from his place in around 15/20 minutes after we'd done whatever it was we were going to do.
==
Later on Saturday, I had a fortuitous chance meeting.
I'd had to drive the boys to a 'playdate' with a couple of their schoolfriends. The Cohen boys, Moishe and Avi. They got on really well.
Anyway, after dropping the boys off and arranging a pick-up time, I headed to Home Depot to buy some bits and pieces I needed to fix a leaky tap. Louise had been nagging me to do something since before Christmas.
When I'd bought my supplies, and arrived back at my car, a young woman got out of the car that had just pulled in next to mine.
Fuck! It was Shawna.
Shawna locked her car door with a beep, before turning in my direction. She saw me. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise.
"Hi, Shawna," I said as casually as I could.
"Oh, Ron. Hi! I can't.. eh.. I need to.."
"Shawna, I'm sorry about the other night, I didn't mean to.."
"Ron, it's OK. Forget about it. Maybe I was too unfriendly, so I'm sorry too. I was having a bad day. I mean night. I reacted in a way.. Eh .. Circumstances! Ron, let's just forget about it. OK?"
"Shawna, there's one thing I remember, and sorry, I need to ask you about it. It's important. You made some comments about Louise.."
"Shit, I'm sorry about that too Ron. Too much to drink. Really, I have to.."
Shawna pivoted her long athletic legs as if to walk off. I took a step towards her.
"Shawna. I need a favor. I need you to tell me what you've heard."
Shawna gave me a nervous look.
"About, Louise. Shawna, please. As a favor to me," I added.
Shawna paused, looked deep in thought. Then she replied.
"Ron, I don't think I actually owe you any favors. And it's probably best I don't spread rumors. Sorry, I need to.."
"Please, Shawna. Please."
Shawna looked at me sympathetically for a few seconds.
"Ron, OK, but standing here in the parking lot? It's freezing. Plus, I need to get picture hooks. My sister has just moved into a new apartment. I'm meant to get over there before seven."
"Shawna, please, let's sit in my car. I'll only take ten minutes max of your time. I promise."
"OK, Ron. But before we talk. If I get in your car, don't try anything. You and me, that's in the past. I'm not saying never again. Christ, I had such a crush on you for so long! But not now, not while I'm with Jon. And especially if you're still with Louise. Sorry, it can't happen as things stand currently."
"Shawna. We'll just talk. I promise. Nothing, .. eh .. you know."
"But, Ron, the stuff I've heard. You're not going to like it."
"Shawna, come on. Let's sit in the car. Ten minutes, that's all I'm asking."
"Ron, I really shouldn't have said anything at the dinner.."
I pressed my key fob and the car doors clicked open.
Shawna, seemingly accepting we were going to have a chat, walked round to the passenger side of my car. I followed behind her and let her in. I then walked back round to my side, threw my stuff on the back seat, then got into the driver's seat.
"OK, Shawna, tell me. Please."
"Well. Ron, OK. I've heard two separate stories. One for sure, sorry, I am pretty certain of this one, is true. I saw Louise with the guy in a restaurant back in November. I was out with my sister. It was a Thursday, early evening. Seems it's a guy Louise knows through work. Older guy. The guy who came to dinner before Christmas, the one with the white slicked back hair, he came with the younger blonde girl. Was it David? Anyway, Louise and him, they seemed pretty friendly that night I saw them. Like they were on a romantic dinner date. Louise didn't see me. Thankfully. I think it would have been awkward."
"Yeah, so, David. So, you saw them in a restaurant. That could have been work-related."
"It could have been, Ron. But it didn't look like it. And when I mentioned it to Jon the day after, he told me that Joanne had mentioned something to Evan, who then told him, that Louise was having an affair with an older guy she'd met through work. Apparently, Louise told Joanne all about it. When we all met for dinner the week before Christmas, Evan and Jon couldn't quite understand the dinner party dynamic. You must have noticed? They felt a little awkward. There you were, and there was this old guy who is fucking your wife behind your back. And he's practically sat next to you."
Shawna paused. I noticed her moving her hands nervously, a slow movement like she was washing them.
She continued.
"Ron, even I got annoyed that night. I mean at Louise. After all, that summer, I basically begged you to fuck me. And you turned me down. Because of Louise you said. Your love. And here she is now, fucking some old asshole in secret. That's why I used the 'S' word about her. Sorry about that. I shouldn't have. Well, now you know."
"I know about David already," I said quietly, "Well, have done for a few days."
"What? You confronted Louise? What did she say?"
"I didn't say anything to Louise. But I know that it's now over between her and David. I got that from a very reliable source."
"OK, Ron, I hope for your sake it IS over."
"It is," I responded. Then I took a deep breath.
"Shawna, you said you'd heard another rumor?"
"Ron, this one could be total bullshit. Why don't we leave it? You know about Louise and her older man friend. That David guy. That's enough for you to be going on with, I think."
"Shawna, please just tell me what you heard. Please."
"OK, Ron. If you insist. This one is from Joanne. She told me this herself. Well, there's another guy Louise knows through work that she's allegedly fucking."
"Who?" I asked.
"Ron, I'm not sure I should say. I don't want to make any trouble."
"Just tell me, please Shawna. Please."
"OK, so Joanne said Louise told her she has a thing going on with a guy called Matthew. I think she said Matthew."
"Matty?" I replied worriedly.
"Yes. Matty, shit, not Matthew, that's it. Matty. Him. Seemingly he has a VERY big cock that Louise can't get enough of. Joanne even joked that she was jealous of Louise. Evan didn't appreciate that comment. We were all there when Joanne told us. Jon too, I mean. You know we double date, right?"
"Shit," I replied, as I released a long slow breath, almost like a whistle.
"Could be bullshit, Ron. Could be. Joanne also told me that Louise told her that you, and him, I mean this Matthew, sorry, Matty guy, had even partied together. You know, the way you two like to 'party'. A threesome. But maybe that's bullshit too."
I leaned back in my seat.
"Shawna.."
"Ron, I've told you all I know. I have to go now. Picture hooks. Need to buy some. And my parents are coming round to my sister's place later, and I need to be gone by then. It's still awkward with them. Me and Jon, they really don't like it."
I glanced sideways at Shawna. As I'd recognized at the dinner, she really was developing into a beautiful young woman.
"Sorry to hear that, Shawna," I responded, "Thanks for speaking with me. I really appreciate it."
"I'm sorry too, Ron. About you and Louise. Now, you probably know that everybody knows that Louise and you swing. For example, anytime I meet Donna she mentions it. I think Donna has the hots for you by the way, for sure. Joanne talks about it. Not in front of Evan, just when it's us two. But I think everybody, even though they know your, shit, what is it, 'Lifestyle choices', well, we all thought you and Louise had an 'arrangement'. You know, some sort of 'contract'. Anyway, it seems like Louise has re-written the terms of that contract and not told you about it."
As I pondered Shawna's observations, she reached over and opened the passenger door.
"See you around, Ron," Shawna said stepping out of my car, before pushing the door shut and starting to walk over towards the entrance of the Home Depot.
I leaned back in the driver seat and exhaled. Shit.
Matty? Matty, I thought. Not unbelievable, by any means. And now I had some more to think on. FUCK!
I pulled out of the parking lot in a thunderous mood, telling myself I needed to calm down before I got home. I almost forgot I needed to pick the boys up.
TO BE CONTINUED