Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 137

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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Finally, let's have a very quick catch-up; you, the reader, and me, the author. In terms of timing, I set this story in the near(-ish) past, Ron and Louise starting out with their adventures in 2017/8. And as we are now in early 2020, in terms of the plot I mean, well, COVID-19 is now a thing, and that has some impacts on how people interact, or did interact, during those weird times. Especially people like Ron and Louise.

OK, back to the story. Thanks for still being here with me.

The timing of our return to a so-called normal marriage was serendipitous. I think that's the word.

I moved back home on the Tuesday after our Red Gables 'peace conference'. Pretty soon afterwards at work we started to get a lot of absences due to flu, which soon became known as the 'Chinese Flu', you know the kind you inject bleach into your veins to cure, before we all became familiar, too familiar, with the name of the shitty illness that was going to mess with our lives so much for too long. Yes, COVID. COVID-19.

I had a ten-day period in May/June where I felt like absolute shit, and not long after it was Louise's turn. I think we both had residual coughs for about a month afterwards.

So, even if we'd wanted to carry on with our adventurous sex lives, it wasn't really possible at that time. There was no procrastinating between going 'Cold Turkey' or gradually weaning ourselves off of our polyamorous encounters. Well, we'd actually discussed our strategy in detail in four or five late-night 'chats', and we'd pretty much agreed on total abstinence. So that definitely fit in with the circumstances at that time.

But we also recognized that things might not always be totally black and white. If there was ever any doubt, or indeed as Louise put it we did find ourselves wishing to discuss our desires, we agreed to always talk, and never ever do anything on our own, or without discussing anything with each other.

However, it was quite simply a time where you couldn't meet with other people. I think that helped us normalize our sexual relationship. Made it easier to 'hit reset'.

True, we did do a couple of 'cam' sessions with other couples, at Louise's request. And of course, with my 'agreement'. We'd kept our hook-up profiles on those websites we'd used to meet other couples. The cam thing was something Louise felt fell into a "gray area". Anyway, she persuaded me we shouldn't necessarily cut ALL of the 'kink' out of our sex lives, that this would just be some 'good clean fun', and me being me, I went along with it. At least Louise let me choose our playmates, and there were plenty to choose from. In those early days of the pandemic, the cam 'rooms' were packed full with people like us.

People like us. Jeez.

When things got back to normal, or semi-normal, in terms of the pandemic, we didn't dive back into our former adventurous lifestyle. It was like we were 'cured'. Although there were still things we did that would have been pretty unusual for us four or five year's previously. Tame by our subsequent standards. But nevertheless.

It started with a situation that was suggested by Louise in the late summer, one Monday night after dinner.

We were sitting on the back porch. The boys were in bed. Louise lit a cigarette, she was down to two or three cigarettes a day, then as we both sat drinking a cold glass of wine, she put something to me.

"Ron, you know I have a contact through work, a photographer, I use her a lot when 'staging' properties? She's called Carmella."

I remembered Louise talking on Zoom with Carmella a few times in the last few months. Although things had been pretty quiet in the real estate business lately.

"Yes," I replied. I was already picking up a vibe but wasn't 100% sure where Louise was going with this.

"Well, Ron. She has a studio. And she does this thing, it's called 'Boudoir Photography'. Have you heard of it?"

I confessed that I hadn't.

"Well, Ron, what it is, well, she does a service, for private customers. A personal service. The way she explained it when I asked, I saw it mentioned on her website you see, is that she'll do a photoshoot that ranges in style from 'glamor', you know, sexy, clothed, provocative, or like swimsuit, lingerie, topless, all the way through to something more, well, I guess, pornographic. Well, you know, not hardcore, she didn't say that, but well something stronger than just some naked pics. Only photos. She doesn't do movies."

"Oh," I replied, "So what exactly were you thinking of?" I asked.

"Ron, I'd like to do a photoshoot for Carmella. I'd like to have a set of photos, you know, professional quality, that you and I can look at. That's it basically. I'd really like to do that. I have to admit, sometimes I miss the buzz of what we used to do. But this. This would be just for us. Just for you. It's no worse than those naughty Zoom meets we've done."

"Ah. And when would you, I mean, when would WE do this, Louise?"

"Well, Ron, I haven't gone ahead and made arrangements. I know you don't like me doing that, and of course, I've agreed I won't do anything like that again. No more surprises, like we agreed. But Carmella told me she can do a session on Saturday or Sunday. Next week."

"Oh."

"Ron, she's very discreet. We get all of the media. We sign a contract that specifies she won't use any pictures without our express permission. She says she gets more customers than you'd think. Real people. Normal people. She also does shots for hookers, and other 'models', obviously. I have a link to some pictures she's done. Can we take a look? You can see what you think? Yes?"

"OK, Louise, sure. Let's take a look."

"I won't do this if you don't want me to, Ron."

"No, let's take a look, Louise. Then I'll let you know what I think."

==

Louise navigated to Carmella's website. It was very professional looking.

In a section called 'Personal Portfolio', there was a subsection called 'Private Customer Galleries' that required a password. Louise entered the password and a gallery section opened up.

There were sections titled 'Pro Scene', 'Glamor', and 'Boudoir'. There was an intro section at the top of the section explaining the services on offer, and a 'Privacy' section explaining the various degrees of restrictions on how pictures could be used or published.

Louise opened the 'Pro Scene' section first. There were samples of what were obviously hooker pictures, in various degrees of undress, sexual poses. The girls, even the less attractive ones, had been artfully photographed. A couple of the girls were pretty hot looking, one in particular in a scene staged with some sex toys. A couple of the galleries had faces obscured, most of these ones didn't.

Louise smiled when she pointed at a picture at the bottom of the page, which was of a black transexual hooker with a very large schlong on show. We opened that gallery. Fuck. I wish I'd known this 'girl' before Louise and I went straight. I saw that there was a name at the bottom of a couple of the pictures, 'TS Racine', and what looked like a URL or phone number, or both, that had been blurred out.

The 'Glamor' section contained the amateur shots, I mean that the models were amateur. The photography was still first class. I'd say 75% of the pictures had faces pixelated. There were lingerie shots, topless (one of a woman with Louise-sized tits standing in the sun by a swimming pool, fuck her tits were massive) and some galleries of mainly MILF types with very sexy but mostly 'non perfect' bodies. In fact, the models came in all shapes and sizes. Including a young heavily tattooed purple-haired BBW squeezed into a metallic purple stripper dress whom I found surprisingly arousing.

Finally, we looked at the 'Boudoir' section. These ones were sets of what looked like themed photos, carefully staged. Some were staged in bedrooms, one with a four-poster bed. One looked like it had been shot in a studio set up to look like an alleyway. You could tell it wasn't a real alleyway. The woman in that set was dressed in a leather mini-skirt with her very nice tits poking out of an open short denim jacket, smoking a cigarette. And there were a couple of shots that looked like they could be stills from porno's, one with a skinny woman sucking on a large black cock, another woman taking it from behind. In the fuck pic, you could see the male's body, but there was no head/face in the shot. It also looked like a tattoo on the guy's right arm had been blurred. The last gallery set was of a young guy solo, he was naked in what looked like a wood, nothing on except a backpack and a pair of hiking boots. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I felt Louise staring at me as I took in the magnificence of this young man's beauty.

I turned to Louise. She'd been staring at me.

"These are all private photos?" I asked Louise.

"Yes."

"But private? I mean, we're looking at them. Private? How?"

"Yes, Ron. Private. We needed a password. And Carmella says these sections contain only pictures that the customers have okayed to show on the website," Louise replied. "We would not give that permission. My photo shoot would just be for us. It wouldn't appear here."

"Oh. Right. OK."

"Well, Ron, what do you think?"

"Well, Carmella is certainly a good photographer," I replied.

"No, Ron. I mean, would you like if I did a photoshoot? Just for us? Would you mind terribly? Would you agree?"

"I don't know, Louise. Can I think about it?"

"Sure. Let me know in the morning. Now, how about we go upstairs for a very slow fuck? Looking at these pictures has REALLY got me in the mood."

==

As Louise walked to the bathroom twenty minutes later, trying to keep my cum from dripping out of her well-fucked soaking wet pussy, I told her that I was OK with her doing the photoshoot as long as I accompanied her to the session.

"Of course, Ron. I never thought that you wouldn't be there with me. Is Sunday OK? That's easier for the boys. They can go over to Sonya's. We won't be gone more than two hours."

"Sure, Louise. Sunday is good."

==

We arrived at Carmella's studio around 1pm on the following Sunday afternoon. Louise had brought a small roller case. When I'd asked her what she'd brought, she told me to wait and see.

The studio, which was in a standalone single story building next to a line of stores off of Tarrytown Road, was bigger than I imagined. There was a large front window displaying easel-mounted poster size shots of weddings, some family photos, graduations, a guy in a dress military uniform, the usual stuff commercial photographers specialized in.

Louise hit a buzzer on a keypad next to the front door. After about thirty seconds the main glass front door slid open.

I followed Louise in.

"Hi Louise! I'm so glad you've decided to do this. You will be totally AMAZING!" Carmella smiled.

"Oh, I'm a little nervous," Louise giggled.

"Don't worry, I've got some Prosecco chilled. The wine store down the way is absolutely fantastic. God, you look great! I think you'll be a natural!"

I tried not to think too hard of the movies I'd watched, of David fucking Louise, where indeed Louise had indeed looked like a 'natural'.

Fact is, I'd sneakily watched all of those movies over the last few months. ALL of them. Multiple times. I'd managed to keep them secret from Louise. She didn't know I had them.

They turned me on, and even as I tried not to get aroused, I'd often pull my dick out and jerk off watching that bastard David fuck my wife. Even the movie where it was pretty clear he was sliding his cock in and out of Louise's tight asshole. I always made sure I'd only watch when Louise was out. I never ever wanted Louise to know about my irrepressible perversion.

"And you must be Ron!" Carmella said, pulling me out of my train of thought. "Louise told me you were a handsome one, and she wasn't wrong. Come on through the back. That's where I have my sets. Louise, we don't have to do just one. I know you've decided to bring an outfit, but I can also supply costumes. At no extra charge."

I wondered what this was costing.

Carmella was actually pretty much as I imagined she would be. Short dark hair, heavily pierced ears, a nose piercing, she was skinny but with a smallish but shapely rack, wearing skintight blue jeans and a black tank- top that exposed a pair of heavily tattooed arms. Not my type, far from it, but not at all unattractive.

We walked through past the front of house section of her studio, and I was surprised when we entered a wide open space in back. It was a lot bigger than I'd expected.

I think Carmella saw me staring, slightly open-mouthed.

"Yes, it's bigger than you think, right? Used to be an auto-repair shop. Look, over there. I kept a piece of the place like it was. Gives you the option of doing a sexy mechanic shoot. I've done a couple of personal shoots there. I have mechanics' outfits, male and female, if we need them. They left the car, it's a '75 Dodge apparently. I didn't pay anything for it. It doesn't run, but it adds to the overall auto shop ambience."

"Cool," I replied. Carmella was striking me as being super professional. A perfectionist.

I looked around. The open space was large. There appeared to be five, no, six, 'sets'.

I noticed the four-poster bed setup that I'd seen in one of the gallery sections of Carmella's website, enclosed on two sides with fake walls.

To the right of that there was a separate couch, coffee table and armchair arrangement, made to look like a living room, which was backed by a curved white plywood wall.

Then there was a conventional double bed against a single fake wall where a modern arty type picture hung, centered above the bed. That had been the scene for the two fuck pic galleries we'd looked at. I remembered the bed and the picture on the wall.

There was the 'alleyway' scene, a fake wall made to look like brickwork, some graffiti, it even had a fake lamp pole, well half of one anyway. The floor was made up to look like a paved sidewalk.

Then there was what looked like an office. There was a big desk, with a plush office chair, executive type, a computer and a phone, although to the side I also saw a chalkboard and a free-standing American flag.

Carmella saw me looking at that.

"That's a dual-purpose set. Can double up as an office, or alternatively we can make it look like a high school principal's office. Both work very well! The school themed shoots are very popular. Especially with, ahem, the more mature ladies. And the bedroom, there, that's also configurable, I can wheel that light rig over," she said pointing to an unlit neon sign behind us that said 'Hotel' in reverse, "and with the lights dimmed and the projection onto the wall we suddenly have a hotel room. It's actually quite atmospheric, even if I say so myself."

And then finally there was a walled off section to the left of the 'auto shop', with a counter, a cash register, and a filled rack of clothes, next to a single curtained changing-room type cubicle. I guess that worked as a clothes store or boutique.

"So Louise, you told me that you had an idea. We still going with that?"

"I think so," Louise answered.

"OK," Carmella said in reply, "let me get my equipment set up."

"Ron?" Louise said, turning to me, "I've brought a sexy Miss Moneyhoney outfit. I'd like to do a shoot in the office. That set over there. You cool with that?"

"Sure," I replied.

"And the second shoot?" Carmella asked Louise. "Did you decide on the four poster or the 'normal' bedroom?"

"I'm still not sure," Louise replied. "Let's do the sexy secretary thing first. Then I can decide? Is that OK?"

"Of course, Louise. OK, let me get you a prosecco. Ron would you like a glass?"

"Yeah, why not?" I replied, "I guess I can have one glass."

"Louise, you can get changed over there by the clothes store set. Let me get you guys a drink."

==

I watched Louise get dressed while sitting a director's type chair near the 'Office'.

When she was done, she turned round and looked at me. Carmella was standing next to me.

"What do you think?" Carmella asked.

"Very nice," I replied.

Louise was wearing an extremely open low-cut satin blouse, bright pink, and her spectacular boobs were practically bulging out from between the thinly- lapeled opening. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

A tight black velvet belt was wrapped around Louise's waist, it helped to push her tits up and out, and below this Louise's hips were squeezed into a black fabric mini-skirt.

Louise's legs were bare, and she'd gone for a short black pair of sandal boots, with three black straps tightly binding them at the ankle.

"OK, Louise, I agree with Ron. VERY nice. The skirt, as we discussed will definitely work. Can I see your panties please?" Carmella asked.

Louise raised her skirt at the front.

"Nice, yes. I'm glad you took my advice. The white contrasting with the black skirt is wayyy better than black panties. Black on black, it just gets lost. You might as well not wear any if you choose black. Anyway. Overall, VERY good!"

"Yes, I wasn't sure at first, Carmella, but as usual, you're right," Louise replied.

"Like I tell you when we're shooting houses," Carmella laughed.

"OK, Louise, let's do a last touch-up of your make-up. You're near perfect, but I need to accentuate your eyes more. For the camera. It makes a difference. I'll only take a minute."

Carmella actually took maybe three, four minutes shading Louise's eyes. I watched as she carefully applied some glitter on the top of Louise's dark shaded eyelids, then expertly painted a white line just underneath each of Louise's eyes.

"There we go. This really makes your gorgeous eyes stand out in the photographs. You'll see. OK, let's get to work!"

"Oh wait!" Louise exclaimed. "Shit! I forgot. I shouldn't have put my lenses in, I wanted to wear my glasses. Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"It's OK, Louise," Carmella smiled. "Don't worry! I have a box of one- point-oh's. Over here, in my prop box, you can choose."

Carmella walked over to the rear of the fake store counter. She pulled out a large cardboard box.

She handed a pair of slim, rectangular, plastic, black-rimmed eyeglasses to Louise.

"Here. These ones are perfect for that sexy teacher or secretary look!"

"Ah, yes!" Louise smiled.

"OK, Louise, careful, wait! Let me put those on for you."

==

The 'Office Secretary' photo session lasted about twenty minutes all told.

Carmella would tell Louise what to do. Louise would do it. And Carmella would shoot pictures throughout.

It basically started with a normal set of shots of Louise standing. Then Louise sitting at the desk. Louise on the computer. Carmella did a couple of shots from behind with Louise looking at some Excel spreadsheet. Then Carmella opened up a picture of a MILF sucking a cock, full-screen, and did a couple more shots.

Carmella would tell Louise how to look. "OK, Louise, 'dirty' smile. Look serious, that's it. OK, pen in mouth. Daydreamy. You're wishing it was you sucking that cock on the screen. Thaaaats, it. Good!"

Then she took Louise through a longer, more choreographed routine.

"Squeeze your titties together. Yes! OK, pull your blouse to the left. Don't take your tit out yet. Good! OK, lean back, that's it, pull your skirt up. Yes! Stand up! Back to camera, show us your ass. Good! Pull your butt cheeks apart. Yes! OK, sit on the edge of the desk. Now, open your blouse. Titties out! Good! Bend over, make those boobies bulge. Yes! OK, one second."

Carmella turned to me.

"Ron, please wheel that chair over, the computer chair, the one by the 'Hotel' sign. Thanks!"

I walked over the returned and put the computer chair next to Carmella.

"Put it in front of the desk please, Ron."

I lifted the chair up and did as Carmella asked.

"OK, Louise, please sit on the chair. The one that Ron just brought."

Louise sat down.

"OK, ready to go again?"

"Yes," Louise answered.

"OK, I need you to take your panties off. Wait! No. OK, slowly take them off, but keep them just below your knees."

"OK," Louise said.

"Now, for this to be perfect, and we all want 'perfect', Louise, put your knees together, keep holding your panties, yes, that's it, and lean forward. Push those amazing boobs of your out. Yes! OK, smile, here we go!"

After a few more clicks and whirrs of Carmella's VERY expensive looking camera, she instructed Louise to take her panties off completely, then it was back to the executive type chair where Carmella got Louise to lean back and open her legs for a series of open cunt shots.

She did another set of open cunt shots with Louise on the desk, then went for what she called accessory shots.

She got Louise to lean forward so that her titties dangled over a paper file, then asked Louise to slowly lean forward until her breasts pancaked onto the desk.

"Look at me Louise! That's it! Good!"

Then she asked Louise to suck on a pen again, "Make it look like your sucking a cock, hun!", before demanding that Louise pushed her forearms under her bust which caused Louise's breasts to bulge up and over like flesh waterfalls.

She then asked Louise to take her blouse off, then with the garment handed to me, she asked Louise to slowly peel her miniskirt off. "Look like you're desperate for a fuck! When Ron and you look at these at home, I want Ron to be unable to control himself!"

Then Carmella did some nude shots, well, Louise still had her sandals on. At one point Carmella got Louise to suck on her own nipples. Then, for the final few shots, Carmella asked Louise to squat on the desk, her moist cunt fully exposed.

"OK, Louise, last few, say 'Ah!' like you're at the doctor and he's checking your throat, but imagine Ron's just stuck his cock in your pussy. That's it! Yes! Good! OK, break time!"

Louise carefully climbed down from the desk.

Carmella turned to me.

"Well, Ron. What did you think?"

"Very hot!" was all I could think of saying.

"I told you she'd be a natural," Carmella replied.

Louise walked over to me and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she slipped her hand over the bulge in my groin area.

"Yes, Ron. I think you enjoyed watching that!"

"OK," Carmella interjected. "Let's have a drink and a smoke break and discuss what we want to do for the second set."

==

What happened next took me by surprise. Possibly because Louise and I hadn't been doing much freaky shit since the COVID stuff started.

Carmella had gotten herself and Louise more prosecco, and she'd got me a cold can of beer.

"OK, Louise. I think the next one depends on how you want to play it. If we're doing another solo, well, it doesn't matter actually, you need to put your gear on anyway, I suggest the boudoir, the four-poster. If you want to do something more, and I know you were thinking about it, we'd be best using the plain bedroom. Or maybe the couch."

Louise, who was still sitting naked, stubbed out her cigarette and looked at me.

"Ron, I'd really like it if we do the next set of pictures together."

"What?" I replied.

"Ron, Carmella is very discreet. And you've seen how professional she is."

"Ron," Carmella said before I could gather my thoughts, "It's nothing new for me. I provide this service for a lot of couples. If you're uncomfortable about your face being in the shots, it's easy for me to shoot it so you're not identifiable. If anything does slip through, I can edit it out after even. Louise has told me you don't have any tattoos, so that shouldn't be an issue either."

"Louise, hhm, really?"

"Ron, please! I know you're turned on. Let's?"

"But, .."

"Ron," Carmella interjected, "I'm not just taking pictures of you two fucking, or making love or however you want to call it. This isn't a home- made sex tape. To stage it properly you'll, well both of you, you'll have to follow instructions. I'll tell you when you need to be still, for example. You won't just be banging away at your beautiful wife."

"Ron, please?"

"I'm not sure, Louise," I replied.

"OK, we can do half-way," Carmella then suggested. I do a glamor set with Louise in her lingerie. Then at the end, we do some shots of Louise oralling you, and if you guys like it, the easiest way would be for you to bang Louise from behind, I'll not intrude too much, maybe some shots at the start. Then when you're ready to, you know, when you're ready, we do a classic porno cumshot onto Louise's face, or into her mouth, or on her tits, you guys decide. Is that an option?"

"Please, Ron," Louise pleaded.

"Ok, Louise," I replied in surrender.

TO BE CONTINUED