Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 150

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now.

Reader feedback was always welcome. Thanks for those of you who took the time to write. You gave me the strength to keep going. Thank you.

Despite the break-up of his marriage, I did think there were still some adventures to be had by our protagonist, Ron. But when I paused writing, the feedback I did get from some of you suggested that it possibly wasn't just me who was getting weary of writing this story. Some reader fatigue also seemed to have kicked in. So, that helped me stop writing. I felt like I wasn't letting anybody down by stopping. Any regular readers down, I mean.

However. I did get some feedback suggesting I close this thing off. Tie up the loose ends. Well, not so much that, just finish the damn thing. So, fair enough, here I am about to do that.

Maybe it's not going to be the ending some of you were expecting. But it's my ending, and I make no apologies for ending this epic journey in my own special way.

Anyway, because I'd always set this thing a couple years in the past, this gave me the leeway to do our final chapter in the way I'm about to do it. It's set right here, right now, in the present, late 2023. Some time has of course passed between Ron and Louise breaking up, and where we are now in the story.

So, those of you who wanted closure, here it is. Chapter 150. Another milestone. And the final instalment of our tale.

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And finally, copyright for this whole thing is with me, of course. But thanks to nifty for hosting. And thanks to you, the reader, especially, for reading. I really appreciate the fact some of you stuck with it this far, and I truly do hope you enjoyed reading my story.

And who knows, maybe I'll write another one someday.

"Fucking hell! FUCK ME!! Wow! Do you believe THAT!?!"

"Hell, no!" I replied to Danny, one of the group of guys who'd come round to my apartment that Wednesday night to watch Game 5 of the 2023 World Series.

There were five of us in my small living room.

Danny was a work colleague, a technician, or a 'screwdriver' guy as some of us jokingly referred to him as in the office. There was Francis, a neighbor, lived a couple floors above me. Kaylor, I'd met through playing tennis. I'd taken up tennis about a year ago. And Del. Del Chester, a former softball teammate who'd moved to Queens a few months back, not too far from where I now lived in Long Island City.

About five months prior I'd got a promotion and now headed up the firm's Long Island City office. With the promotion came accommodation for a year, so I had a nice pad in a block that had a swimming pool and a gym. I reckoned that I'd keep the lease on myself once my relocation period expired.

"Hey, Ron. Your man Scherzer just won a ring! Bet you Mutts fans thought it would be with you," Francis, a massive Yankees fan laughed loudly.

"Fuck off, Francis," I replied, trying hard to forget a truly shit season for Mets baseball.

"Well, at least Paul Sewald stunk," Danny added. "And at least it wasn't the Mets he lost the World Series for."

Danny, like me, was another long-suffering Met fan.

"Fuck! de Grom gets a ring too!" I exclaimed, as I just remembered the injured Jacob de Grom was also on the Rangers roster as he appeared on the screen with his wife and kids.

"Could have been worse, Matt Harvey could have been on the team! We're snakebit, baby!" Danny sniggered, a little sadly.

"Or even worse, fucking Syndergaard," I replied.

We had a few more beers as we watched the Trophy presentation play out, then everyone, except Del, made their way home. Francis only had to take the elevator.

When Del had moved down to Queens, he contacted me on social media, and we'd met up for a drink. We were pretty good buddies now.

The first time we met for a beer, Del had confided in me that he was gay. Everybody had kind of suspected that anyway, and I'd had my suspicions proved right one night when I'd seen Del "star" in a Donna Maloney "home movie", all-in with a crossdresser, Donna tooled-up with a massive strap- on, and Donna's bisexual ex-husband.

I wondered if Del suspected, or hell, if he even knew, I was bi. I'd decided against making my own confession and was glad I'd stuck to that decision. Del wasn't my type, and I really didn't see the point in coming out to him. I still kept that side of my sexual persona firmly a secret. From everyone.

Anyway, Del was pretty much my only connection back to my old group of friends up in White Plains.

After Louise and I split up, we eventually sold our home. I'd gotten my promotion, moved away, and now lived in a place in Long Island City near the office.

Louise had parted company with the "new love of her life", Brock, after about six months. The kids had been the deal-breaker, she'd told me. She'd now moved to Staten Island, where she worked as a senior realtor for a real estate company not connected in any way with Bill.

She was doing good. Had a very nice German coupe as a company car, a Mercedes, and a very nice family-sized house.

I got the boys every other weekend, and whilst I wouldn't say Louise and I were friends, we didn't hate each other. I guess our relationship could be described as cool but cordial.

I never ever asked Louise about her love life. And she'd never pressed me on mine.

Strangely enough, Louise had invited me for dinner at a swanky place on the lower East Side that Saturday. Said there were things she needed to discuss with me. The boys were staying at her mom's, it would be just the two of us.

I'd accepted out of curiosity. I didn't know if I'd made a bad decision or not. Whatever. I wasn't going to back out now.

I mentioned it to Del.

"Hey, Ron. Maybe good for you to meet in a social situation. You guys have been divorced now, what, must be about a year?"

I realized that Saturday actually marked the first anniversary of our divorce being finalized. Shit. Our divorce-a-versary.

"Fuck, yes," I replied, "I hadn't thought about that. You're right."

"Maybe she wants to get back together?" Del suggested.

"No. It won't be that, Del. More likely she's moving to England or some fucking place out of town. Seattle, some fucking place far away," I speculated. "Taking the boys. Jeez. I'm pretty sure it'll be some shit like that."

After we concluded our talk, Del arranged an Uber and left. Leaving me in my 2-bed bachelor pad alone. The second bedroom was for when the boys stayed over.

I went to bed but struggled to fall asleep wondering what it was Louise wanted to see me about.

==

The period that followed Louise leaving me had been hectic. Fucking insane actually. And left little time for sexual activity. Other than jerking off. It wasn't a completely barren period, more on that in a moment, but I didn't exactly go crazy exploring my new found freedom. I didn't really get the chance.

The situation with the kids was complicated. Louise didn't take them initially, which surprised me. We then agreed we'd do a weekly rota, until Louise got herself fixed up. I half-wondered if even then she had been unsure about the thing with her lover Brock lasting.

To help out, my mom flew up from Florida. She stayed for six weeks.

When Louise would come round to pick the kids up, my mother was always extremely polite. Me, I felt awkward. Very awkward, and that wouldn't have been any better even if my mother wasn't around.

You see, my way of dealing with the failure of my marriage was to mentally block any thoughts of me and Louise being together. I kind of erased my marriage to Louise from my memory. Tried to, at least. And it was easier than I'd imagined it would be. Except when I was sleeping.

I would have these dreams. Me and Louise. Better times. In love. In the dreams we were both younger. And very much in love. But before I could wake up, Louise would always leave me, or tell me she was leaving me. It was fucking weird, I suppose. Maybe I needed to see a therapist.

I went through a long period of sleeping badly. I even thought about seeing a doctor to get some sleep meds.

But overall, when I was awake at least, I unexpectedly didn't feel that bad. Possibly I'd subconsciously known that I wanted something different. Different to wedded bliss with Louise. Although we'd really moved out of that state of affairs about three years before we actually broke up.

==

It took a while to get back into a more adventurous sex life.

I went on a few dates with Cara. It would usually end up me staying at her place. Fucking all night. Very physical, animalistic sex. It was purely physical, for both of us I think. It helped me though. Not being totally alone. Cara was a sympathetic companion, but I never ever considered making it long term, and after a few months I told Cara I thought it better if we stopped seeing each other.

Then there was a brief fling with Shawna. We went on a couple of dates, and like with Cara, we'd end up having sex. But it became clear really quickly that Shawna wanted more than I did, and one Sunday morning, when we were lying in bed at my place, Shawna announced that she wanted to move in with me. When I reacted and made it clear that I needed more time, Shawna threw a tantrum, and that was that.

I never called her again. And she never called me. In retrospect it was childish, but there was no way I was simply gonna substitute Shawna for Louise. So I just let it wither on the vine. Last I heard Shawna was engaged to some teacher at the local High School.

It won't surprise anyone that during that period I signed up as a member on Donna Maloney's new porn site. Well, she was now going by the stage name, 'Donna Majors'.

I watched a lot of Donna's porn output. A LOT. It was all good quality stuff, very professional, none of it made to look 'fake amateur' like her original content.

There were things I missed about Donna. The sex, obviously, but also the fact of how deeply she'd seemed to be into me. But I reflected that it was probably better that she'd moved to California. For both of us.

==

I occasionally headed to Romeo's for some gloryhole action.

Until one night, as I approached the area downstairs used as the entryway to the booths, a staff member, a twenty-something black kid with an elaborate neck tattoo, who recognized me, stopped me in my tracks.

"Ah, OK. Yeah! Those DVDs are over heeeeerrrrrre," he said, in an almost over-theatrical voice, nodding over to an area on the far wall.

I looked confused.

"No problem, I'll show you. Come on, they're over here," he added, gently pushing me towards the back wall.

I was by then really confused.

When we were stood in front of a wall-rack full of Gay and Shemale DVDs, the assistant whispered at me.

"Look, friend, don't go in there tonight. There's a couple of vice guys in there, I know them. They don't know I know them, but I do. Seen them on the security cam footage at one of our other stores that got busted. And let me tellya, they ain't here for blow jobs. They're here on business."

I left in a hurry. And indeed, the next time I drove over, Romeo's was closed.

==

About three months after Louise left me, I started getting back into the online hookup scene.

But I didn't go for other guys at first. I started with couples. I don't know why. But I searched online for couples, I mean male/female couples, who wanted a third person to join them. There were a few.

I must have hooked up with around five or six couples in a six-month period.

My experiences were mixed, but to be honest, none of them were terrible.

Most were just regular three-way love-in's. I'd play with the guy, and with the woman, we'd play together, me and the wife or girlfriend double-BJ-ing the guy, them both sucking me, me and the guy double teaming the woman. Mostly splitting her, one of us in her pussy, the other in her mouth. There was one double-penetration (I got the ass). A couple of times I fucked the guy - I always took care to stress I was 'top only' before we met, and reinforced that preference, pre-playtime, when we did meet.

There were a couple of cuck type sessions, the husband watching as I fucked his wife (the cucks were always married), one time anally, as the wife told her husband how she would only give her ass to a 'real man' and he sat on a chair at the bottom of the bed jerking off.

I guess the weirdest was another cuck session, where the guy watched me fuck his wife and daughter (the wife wasn't the younger girl's birth mother, that would have been too weird, even for me).

I then mixed it up for a while, meeting guys from hook-up sites. I couldn't ever manage to meet single females for some reason. I tried, believe me, I tried. I possibly should have used more 'normal' dating sites for girls.

I would regularly use shemale prostitutes. Meeting non-pro crossdressers online, well nine times out of ten, those meets would be a disappointment. With a hooker, you always knew what you were getting. Only once did it go badly, with a big coked-up Latina slut who insisted on slapping my face, as I argued I didn't want the dom service, and them just talking shit back at me in Spanish. Loudly. I left without fucking them. And I didn't get my money back either.

I did manage one 'normal' relationship for around three months.

She was called Lynda Bannatyne. "Lynda with a 'Y', Bannatyne with a 'Y'" she would regularly say. I met her through a work colleague, one Saturday night we were out drinking when I was still new to the LI office.

Lynda was a natural blonde, and was around five years older than me. She was always cagey about her age, but I sneaked a look at her driver's license one time when she was sleeping. She worked as an assistant- principal at a Junior College out towards Montauk.

The sex was good. She had great tits, natural, no implants. I was always a titty guy, as you know. Lynda was very experienced, and didn't have to be asked twice to take it in the ass. She used to love us going to her office after dark, and 'role-playing'.

It varied.

Me as the underperforming student, her as the strict teacher. Me as the principal; when I was the principal, she was either a subservient junior teacher bending to her boss's will, 'If we do this I'll get a promotion, right? You promise?' or she'd be a slutty student smoking a cigarette, or a cheerleader who'd we'd pretend that I'd caught fucking her boyfriend. She would dress up, she had all the costumes. Once she was a concerned parent of a wayward kid, begging to suck my cock if I didn't expel her son from campus. Saying if I didn't punish her son, she'd let me fuck her in the ass. Which of course, I did.

I never did see my thing with Lynda as super long-term, and one night after Lynda pressed me on how long-term we were going to be, she talked about taking things to the 'next level', I guess I gave her answers she didn't want to hear. And when, after sulking for a few minutes, she asked for the fourth or fifth time to be introduced to my sons, and I as usual said 'No', she got up, got dressed, and walked out of my life for good.

I also did manage to get to a tranny bar a few times. Place called Suzi's. I'd always score when I went there, and usually the fucks were pretty good. Especially the more mature 'ladies'.

So that was my sex life after Louise. In case you were interested.

==

When I arrived at the restaurant on Saturday night, Louise was already there. A female server took me to candlelit table for two in an alcove. Louise looked up and smiled.

As usual, Louise looked knockout. Her shiny dark hair was 'up', and lightly curled, and her make-up was perfection. Night out style, but not too 'night out'. She was wearing a tight dark blue sparkle effect turtleneck sweater, I guess you'd call it a sweater, which her fantastic titties seemed to be trying hard to squeeze out of, and tight long black pants.

"Hi, Ron," Louise said demurely, "I'll have another one of these," Louise said to the server, pushing an empty cocktail glass in her direction, "In fact make it two."

I glanced at Louise.

"Espresso Martini. If I remember correctly, Ron, you like them, right?"

"Sure," I replied, as the server scooped up the glass and left us alone. I sat down.

"OK, Ron. First things first. I know it's your turn for the boys next weekend. But. If you want I can keep them. You know, if you want a weekend off?"

"I'm fine Louise. You can drop them off as usual."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Louise, why are we here?"

I'd decided to cut to the chase right away.

Louise glanced up as the server put two fresh Espresso Martinis down in front of us. Both were capped with a light brown foam, with a coffee bean poised on top of each frothy head.

"You ready for the menu? I'll leave these here, OK?" the server said, before putting two menus carefully down on the table.

"Specials are on the blackboard over there," she added helpfully. "I particularly recommend the squid-ink linguine with shrimp. We can do a half-portion if you'd like it as a starter. I'll be back in around ten minutes to take your order. Is that OK?"

Louise confirmed that it was, and the server headed over to another table.

"Ron. Does there have to be a reason? I wanted to see you, that's all."

"Why?"

"Ron, let's not get into this too deeply. I wanted to talk. To see how you are. I mean, how you really are. It's not like we talk much when either me or you is dropping off the boys."

"Louise. I'm confused. Seriously. What is this about? You moving to California or something. You getting married?"

Louise laughed.

"California, Ron? Where your fucking fat girlfriend lives?"

"Come on, Louise. Fuck. Not that again."

"No, Ron. You're right. Not that again. I promise. I'll never mention Donna again."

I sighed.

"Ron. Let's eat and drink. And talk. Like mature adults. OK?"

==

So, we ate. And we drank. And we talked.

Louise asked me about my love life. She said she'd heard the boys mention a 'lady' I spoke to on the phone when they were round my place. I told her about Lynda. Lynda with a 'Y'. How we weren't an item anymore. Hadn't been for a while.

I never asked Louise about her love life. She volunteered the information that she still saw men. Nothing serious, just fun. No-one special. She found most men boring, she said.

As I expected, she eventually asked if I still saw guys. I lied, and said no. Although it was only a half-lie, I suppose. I hadn't had sex with a guy for about six months. When I'd met up with a twenty-year old from a hook-up site, and fucked his ass then sucked his cock and swallowed his cum after I'd dumped a heavy load inside him.

As we approached the end of the night, Louise asked me if I'd liked the restaurant. Which I admitted I had done. The food had been good. As had the wine been.

"I actually helped the owner buy this place," Louise remarked. "He has this place, and another place further uptown. Good guy. Lorenzo."

As we left the restaurant and were hit with a gust of bracingly cold air, I got ready to say goodnight.

"Ron, let me show you something. Here, look," Louise said, clasping my right hand with hers.

Louise led me about ten feet to the left of the restaurant where there was a door, a door to what looked like a vacant unit.

"This is one of ours too, Ron, I'm trying to get it sold before the end of December so it can be included in my 2023 bonus calculation. It would make a great deli, or a coffee shop. Let me show you."

Louise reached into her purse and pulled out a large set of keys. She took a particularly long key, and opened the bluff wooden door to the empty unit.

"Ron, come inside. Let me show you. Come on."

I could tell Louise was a little drunk. I was about to say 'No', when she squeezed my hand and pulled me inside.

Louise closed the door behind us, and flipped on a light switch. As the dim neon light flickered on, I noticed a workbench with some tools on it, and little else. There was an empty counter at the back with some tins of paint on top. Not much at all. Place was practically a shell.

I glanced back and noticed that the windows to the street were covered in newspaper. No-one from the street could see the inside of the small store, or bar, or whatever it was. What it had been. I guessed it had been a coffee shop most recently.

Before I realized what was happening, Louise grabbed me and thrust her tongue in my mouth. My instant reaction was to push her off, but my mouth told me otherwise as Louise's hot moist lips slid over mine, and her hot tongue snaked into my mouth.

Did I even want to resist? I kissed Louise back with a hungry passion that took me by surprise. And before I knew what was happening Louise was unbuttoning my pants as I grappled with her massive titties. Fuck. Those titties, that had once been mine, and mine alone. What seemed a lifetime ago.

Thirty seconds later, Louise was on her knees, her hot mouth sloppily sucking on my rock-hard member as I moaned in uncontrolled ecstasy.

Before Louise took me too far, she stood up and peeled off her pants. She stared briefly in my eyes, as I twisted her body away from mine, pushing her up against the damp gray wall in front of us. I got Louise's ass where I wanted it, dipped my knees down a few inches and fed my cock slowly into Louise's soaking wet snatch.

Louise gulped, and let out a low yelp as I penetrated her more deeply, but thinking of nothing but my need to explode in my ex-wife's cunt, I started pumping Louise hard from behind.

When it happened, it all happened too quickly, all too soon, first Louise shuddering and groaning in orgasmic joy as she came. Then that twitch, that tell-tale erogenous itch, and I grunted and moaned loudly as my seed flowed deep into Louise's womb.

It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. Then Louise reached back and gently pushed me away. Fuck. What now?

I stepped back. I was lost for words.

"Ron," Louise said softly, as she reached into her purse and lit a cigarette. "Ron. I want you back."

"Louise, I.."

"Ron, ssshhhhh! Here's what I want you to do. Christmas Day, you come to my place. We have Christmas as a family again. Together. Then you tell me your decision. But, Ron, this is it. I won't ask you again. I want to hope we can be a family again. Ron, I love you. Like I've never loved anyone else before. Ever. Not Brock. Not anyone. I've realized that you were my one and only, my soulmate. I hope you'll take me back. If not, well, I'll understand."

"Louise.."

"Ron. I'll keep the boys the next few weeks. Let you clear your head. Let you think about it. I want us to be a couple again. Just me, and you. Nobody else. No hanky panky. If you think you're done with all those things you needed to do. With other people. With guys, and girls, and, well, you know, that other thing you needed to do. Anyway. Ron, to paraphrase Cher, we can't turn back time. But I know that we can be 'us' again. I know that I can be a part of 'us'. I hope you can too. That you want to."

Louise stubbed out her cigarette on the floor of the sparse room. "Ron, let's go home. I hope I see you Christmas day. I really do, my love."

==

December twenty-fifth. I stood in the cold winter light of a low sun and rang the doorbell. I heard the sound of frantic footsteps and yelps of excitement as the boys ran down the hallway.

The door opened.

"Daddy!" Jack and Nathan cried out in unison. "Mommy! It's daddy! And he has presents!"

Louise walked down the hallway and paused at the front door.

"Hopefully you're my best present," Louise smiled.

I smiled back and hugged Louise.

"Louise, I want us to make this work? Do you think we can?"

"I know we can, Ron. I know we can."

THE END