Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 142
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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So. Louise had got us back in the game. My only question was, was this a one-off? Or was Louise looking for something more?
My own thoughts were mixed. Louise bringing a female home to play with us every now and again? Fine by me. Anything else? Shit, Ron, just say it. A guy in the mix? I didn't like the idea of that. I thought.
In the morning, Louise was hungover. Christ. she looked so fucking fuckable with her messed up make-up, lying on her back with her mouth open, her massive titties pancaked upwards and outwards. And that strong early morning 'smell of female' always got me going. I tried to make a move, but Louise firmly moaned that I needed to 'Get a fucking grip' and rolled over, dragging all of the bedclothes over herself like a shroud, before telling me to take Charmaine to get her stuff.
So, after checking that the boys were still asleep, I headed to the spare room, and climbed into bed next to Charmaine. After a couple of minutes kissing and caressing her back while rubbing my developing boner between her soft butt cheeks, Charmaine responded by turning round to face me, and after some preliminary kissing and petting, I slid my cock into Charmaine's tight, warm, almost hot cunt, maneuvered us as a single entity until I was on top, and pounded her until I came.
When we'd finished, Charmaine smiled at me. But when I heard Nathan shouting for 'Mommy' a few seconds later, I got up, put on a bathrobe, and went to deal with the boys.
After breakfast, Louise was still lying in bed, so it was just me, Charmaine ('Mommy's friend') and the boys who had French Toast, I drove Charmaine to Louise's office to get her things. Charmaine acted as if nothing had happened between us. Although there wasn't really an opportunity to discuss our amorous activities with the kids in the back of the car.
When we got to Louise's workplace, I waited while Charmaine retrieved her bags. I needed to get Louise's office keys back. Then I watched as she got in her car to drive back to Ossining.
After that, the boys and me went to pick out a Christmas tree.
I remembered to buy Louise a pack of Marlboros too. I definitely wanted a fuck later when the boys were in bed.
==
A few days later, as we sat in the living room with the heating turned up, it had been cold at the start of December, Louise told me that she wanted a 'chat'.
Louise turned the TV off and looked over at me.
She was nicely made up. Her eyes especially. I told her so. It never hurt to give a girl a compliment was my theory.
"Yes, Ron, I had a photo shoot earlier. Winter clothes, thank goodness. Overcoats, thick sweaters, boots, you know those fur-lined things. Some of it was outdoors. Jeez, it was cold!"
"Oh," I replied. I decided not to ask about the photo shoot.
Louise paused to light a cigarette.
"Anyway, Ron, yes, it's one of 'those kind of chats'."
I wasn't too stressed. I felt even if it was one of 'those kind of chats', it couldn't be anything too bad. Wait, what if Louise knew I'd shtupped Charmaine while she was out for the count?
"OK. I just wanted to know how you felt about our night with Charmaine. And one other topic. But we can get to that afterwards. So, Charmaine? How was it for you, Ron?"
We discussed the sex with Charmaine. It soon became clear that Louise didn't know, or at least didn't let on that she knew, about me fucking Charmaine in the spare room while she was sleeping.
I told Louise I'd been surprised at what had happened, but that it had worked out OK, and I had no complaints.
Louise told me that she'd really enjoyed it. I felt this might be a preamble to a 'Should we do this again?' question, but it took a different turn.
"OK, Ron. We both agree it was fun with Charmaine. I enjoyed it. That girl knows how to lick my cunny for sure. She's a natural. But what if I'd brought home a guy?"
"Eh?"
"Yes, Ron. Imagine I'd come home with a guy. Not Charmaine. You know, for us to play with together?"
I initially confessed that would have been more difficult to take.
"Even if he was gay? I mean Bi. Sorry, Ron. You know what I mean. So. If you got to fuck him, Ron? Suck his cock? I know you love doing that."
Damn. I told myself to keep calm. Even though I'd been 'officially bi' for quite some time, I still wasn't 100% comfortable discussing this kind of thing with Louise. Not when I was completely sober at least.
I tried to explain my feelings. How all that stuff was 'in the past'. I'd become a good liar. But I was sure there was no way Louise would believe me.
The way Louise looked at me, I wondered if she suspected I'd been having clandestine sex with other guys. My feeling was, there was a possibility she might suspect something had been going on. But she didn't push me on it, and I was relieved.
Possibly I should have been more worried she didn't press me further, with hindsight.
Once I'd finished my monologue, Louise took three rapid drags on her smoke, then extinguished her cigarette. I took this as a signal she was now ready to get onto her next topic. I was correct.
"OK, Ron, so, how do I put this? OK. We have an opportunity."
I wondered what kind of 'opportunity' Louise was going to tell me that we had.
"Opportunity?" I asked.
"Yes, Ron. An opportunity."
Louise lit another cigarette.
"On New Year's Eve there's a party at Xochi. It's a couple's night. I'll show you the details in a few minutes. They emailed me. Now, the thing is, we have enough credit that it won't cost a thing. After they had to shut things down due to COVID, they extended our membership. And they've adjusted their pricing. And I think it would be waste to let our credit expire. What do you think?"
"Louise, I'm not sure. I mean I enjoyed our little get-together with Charmaine. But.."
"Ron, if you don't want to do it, fair enough. But we're talking about almost a grand's worth of credit. Even if we just went and drank and danced.."
"Louise, we both know it wouldn't just be a drink and a dance."
"Yes, you're right. I doubt you could control yourself. All those sexy couples. Guys who are like you, who like it both ways. And their hot wives. You couldn't resist. Especially the guys."
"Louise, that's not fair," I replied. "You're the one suggesting this thing. You must want it more than me. Don't lie."
"Maybe you're right. But come on, Ron. That thing you have. I know it hasn't gone away. You've buried it. But I know it's still in there. Inside you. I accept the fact you're probably watching porn. Everybody's husband does. And I guess the porn you watch is more in tune with that side of your persona that's into men more than women. I'm pretty fucking sure you watch gay porn. Don't blush now," Louise smiled.
I hesitated. Louise knew me too well. I HAD been watching a lot of gay porn lately. I was going through a 'cumshot' phase.
"The Xochi thing.. I don't know, Louise."
"Ron, it's couples only. And you're right, I'd like to do it. REALLY like to do it. Come on. We can play with another couple. Other couples even. And if we find a guy, you know a husband, a boyfriend, who is bisexual like you, well, what's not to like? When we sign up, we'll get the guest list. We can check out the couples we like. Ron, I'm totally OK with this. And I'm giving YOU the chance to express yourself. You can do it with my blessing. No guilt, no recriminations. Just a last fling. OK? But it's like we originally planned this kind of thing. We do it together."
Louise took a pull on her cigarette and flicked some ash into the ashtray.
"I mean there will be 'performers', as usual, Ron. Anyway, this would be our last time. A one-off, special occasion. Our grand finale. Our other option is to go to a New Years party over at Evan and Joanne's. And Jon and Shawna will be there. And Frank, he'll be there, with his new woman. He didn't hang about after that whore Donna left him. And I know you're not big on being in that company. Ron, the Xochi thing. It would just be that one last party. I'm not signing us up for next year, obviously. I promise. And that money, going to waste, there's no refunds."
I could tell that Louise really wanted to do this. My worry was that it was not going to be the last time.
"Can I think about it, Louise?" I asked.
"Sure, but last day I can accept the invitation is tomorrow. You need to let me know by early afternoon. Anyway, bring me my laptop over, and I'll show you the party schedule."
Seeing we were on the topic of our sex life, I wanted to ask Louise why she was so much into dirty talk these days. However, I couldn't pluck up the courage, so I left it. I just assumed it was a phase she was going through. Like when she'd always wanted to take pictures, or shoot movies, of us having sex. Of HER having sex mainly. Thankfully she wasn't into that anymore. I thought.
I got Louise's laptop. Louise logged onto her computer and loaded the party schedule.
==
It won't exactly surprise you when I tell you that when Louise called me the next day, late in the morning, I agreed to go to the party at Xochi.
But when I got home, I made my opinion known to Louise.
"Louise, this has to be the last time. I don't want to end up back in that place, you know, when we nearly split up. You know that I have jealousy issues. This really has to be a one-off. I don't want us swapping numbers with anybody, email addresses, I don't want you keeping in touch with people we meet there. We can go. But you've asked me to be open with you. Here's the deal for me. I'm doing this for you."
"Bullshit, Ron. Really?"
"No, Louise honestly, I am. But I can only do this once. And I would like to be the one who decides who we play with when we're there."
"Don't you think that's being selfish, Ron? Just a little?"
"I'm sorry Louise, maybe I should have said 'no'. In fact, we could just not go. Either way, the money's gone."
"No, Ron. OK, I agree. To a certain extent. You can point out the people you want us to play with. But of course, I need to agree with your choice or choices. And Ron, I guess I need to be open with you. At least once, one more time in my life, I'd like to be with you, that's YOU Ron, and another guy. I'm sure we'll end up doing a foursome, it IS 'Couple's Night' after all. But when we do, I need the attention of you and the other guy, you know, at the same time. Two cocks. Just once. It sounds like if it's only this party, well, it will have to be at THIS party. Can you do that for me? I'll never ask again. I promise."
"Louise, eh.. OK. Just this once. But let's not overthink things. The way we play it, we go to the party, and we have fun. Whatever happens, happens. But I really do not want this to be us getting back into the 'scene'. I mean on a more regular basis. I can't handle that."
"OK, Ron, I hear you. Let's just do this one night. We find a couple we like, and like you say, we have fun. Drink a little, dance a LOT. Fuck some. And I don't mind you expressing your bi side, that's fine. Most of the night, we treat it like a normal New Year's party. Well, we obviously watch some of the shows. They're usually worth seeing. Let me show you a list of the 'performers'. I got the final line-up in an email earlier today."
"Eh.. Louise one last thing."
"What, Ron?"
"Well, ehm.. why is it you've been so into dirty talk lately?"
"Like the cam stuff? It just fits, Ron. Those people on the other side, the guys especially, they LOVE it. I know they do."
"Not just that, Louise. When we have sex. Just us. Well, a lot of the time, hell, MOST of the time, you do it when it's just us."
"Don't you like it, Ron? I thought you would."
"Well, no."
"Why not, Ron?"
"You're my wife. I love you."
"So, your wife can't talk dirty to you? What about those times we've role- played? Miss Moneyhoney?"
"That's different."
"OK, Ron. But let me ask you something then. Do you like other women talking dirty to you? Or other men? Like when you were.."
"Louise, we said we wouldn't bring up the past. THAT past specifically."
"OK, Ron. Hypothetical situation. You're at a work conference. Away from home. Somewhere like Boston. Like that time you fucked that old bitch.."
"Louise. No! The past. We agreed."
"OK, you're at a work conference, there's a super-hot woman there. She comes onto you. You go to her room, let's just pretend I give you permission, so it's OK. Anyway, you're in her room. She starts talking dirty. She's a real go-er. 'Fuck me harder, Ron. Put it in my dirty slut ass. Bang me until you put me through the wall, you dirty fucker!'. You know, stuff like that."
"Louise, really???"
"Yes, Ron. Really. I'm being serious. Would that turn you on? Be totally honest now."
I hesitated. Louise knew she had me.
"Ron. I've never said this before. And the shit we've done, what we've BOTH done, I didn't really think I needed to say it. But I don't want you putting me on some pedestal. Like I'm some virginal goddess to be worshipped. Yes, I'm your wife. The mother of our kids. But I also LOVE sex. I always have. Probably always will. If I want to spice things up, I will. Now, Xochi. I promise not to curse like a dirty whore when we're fucking with another couple. Happy? Now, eat my cunt you dirty bastard! I need your cock in me so bad!"
I had to laugh.
==
The party, as you know, was 'Couples themed'. The list of the performers consisted of a list of four 'couples who worked in the sex industry'; three were M/F, and one was M/Trans.
The MC for the evening, well, I guess MCs, plural, was a male adult movie performer, and his wife, whom he'd 'met on set', and then married. Allegedly.
I was familiar with the wife. She was an extremely attractive blonde with large fake tits called Sandra, whom I'd seen in some high-quality clips on Pornhub and xhamster.
Sandra's husband, Dean, was top-level. I'd seen him in tons of straight porn, like he must have fucked over a thousand women. He was someone I'd definitely get entangled in a 69 with, if it came down to it. But I was pretty sure he wasn't bi. I had never seen him in anything but straight porn. So, with them, if we did engage, I was sure it would be more of a wife swap than anything else. And that didn't appeal to me.
I googled the rest of them.
The Trans performer was also a beauty, and at least one of the guys was hot, the other guys being less my type.
There were two big, muscular, heavily tattooed, huge-cocked beefcakes. The 'hot guy' that I liked had more of a twink thing going on. He also had a sweet-looking 'teeny-esque' girlfriend, called Andrina. Not normally my type, but this one had that innocent 'je ne sais quoi' and the thought of ramming my cock in and out of her tight ass more than appealed to me.
We re-checked the program of events and then looked at some of the performers in action online.
Then we looked at the guest list intro. Louise had kind of teased me, not letting us dig into the 'real people' until we'd watched the pro's in action.
Anyway, eventually, and I was hard by then, we got to the guest list.
There were seven couples in total. Including us.
The profiles all came with a picture of the guy and the girl, even ours, I recognized mine from one of our non-active hook-up profiles. Louise's picture was new. From one of her modeling gigs, I assumed.
The first thing that I noticed was that there were no same-sex couples. But the good news I guess was that all of the couples were bi. I mean, both the male and the female swung both ways, according to their 'orientation status'.
I mainly focused on the pictures rather than concentrating too much on the bullshit text that accompanied them.
There was a good-looking African American couple, 'Couple 1'. Although the female was more of a supermodel type, and a lot thinner than I liked. Her photo looked professionally done.
'Couple 3' made my list of possibles. They looked in their forties, so I guess Louise would be interested in the guy. But the wife, it was his wife, the profile said they were married, was a very hot brunette, and looked more than fuckable. I guess the older guy put me off them a little.
I knew I was going to see and hear Louise getting fucked by another guy. I'd accepted that. But I didn't want to be reminded of her and David.
Out of all of them, there was one couple stood out for me, 'Couple 4' (we were 'Couple 6'). I found the male very appealing, and his very attractive blonde wife looked like she had a fantastic set of jugs.
When we'd finished browsing, I was quite aroused. Thankfully Louise was too.
==
After we closed Louise's laptop, Louise stripped off, while I got undressed as quickly as I could.
Then she laid me back on our bed before bouncing on my cock for about ten minutes as I manhandled her massive mammaries. She urged me on the way she'd been urging me on lately. "Squeeze my fucking titties!", "Fuck me HARDER!", "Make me fucking CUM!", "GOD! Your cock feels so good in my tight cunt!".
We both came in unison, intensely, Louise making an unusual snarling noise as she climaxed. That was new, I thought, as my orgasm subsided.
Louise slumped off of me, and we both fell asleep pretty much immediately.
==
Late afternoon, December thirty-first, we went down on a train to the City. We took a drink in our usual pre-event Irish bar, and then headed to Xochi.
It turned out to be an interesting night. And in no way as bad as I'd feared.
TO BE CONTINUED