Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 29

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My trepidation about a follow-up morning three-way with Louise and Mike turned out to be unnecessary. Louise had drunk a sufficient quantity of white wine to sleep late. In fact so late, that when she eventually stirred, we'd had to rush to collect the kids before Louise's dad's tee off time.

I'd had a coffee and some French toast with Mike before he left. Mike had suggested we keep in touch, but he confirmed what he'd said the night before. He'd made it clear that a regular hook-up with Louise and I wasn't something he wanted to commit to. He told me if I ever had the need to be up by Stewart airport, especially on a Friday night, he'd be happy to show me some casual fun at the airport hotel. And if our paths ever crossed in terms of seminars, or training courses, then he'd also be happy to party. Even if it was just the two of us. With my firm's training budget, I didn't think that was likely.

He finished by stating that he'd found Louise to be extremely hot and a very adventurous sexual partner. And that I was lucky to have such a great wife.

When Mike had departed, I'd felt slightly relieved. Watching Louise coupling with Mike the evening before, I'd felt more jealous than usual. I wasn't sure if I was just becoming more jealous overall. If Louise being with another man was something I was starting to handle less well. Maybe the more things happened, the more fucked up I found things. I'd dived into the initial spurt of sexual hedonism without thinking too hard about what Louise and I were doing. It seemed to me we just did it. Like one of those things that seem a good idea at the time, but when you think about it the next day, you're not so sure.

I wondered if, in this case, it had just been because it had happened with Mike. I couldn't rationally work out why I'd been more uncomfortable with this rendezvous than any of the others where Louise had gotten fucked by another guy while I watched or participated. Was it because Mike had fucked ME, and Louise had participated in that? That I had been the passive one. The thought of Louise French-kissing Mike as he poked his cock in my ass was one I found particularly uncomfortable. I'd watched that type of porno many times before, and the emphasis was always on degrading the husband. The 'cuck'.

I was totally relieved that during our double-penetration fuck of Louise, at least I'd been the one in my wife's ass.

Would I ever be able to properly handle what we were doing?

A few weeks passed with nothing extraordinary in the way of any sexual shenanigans. Well, unless I count Louise letting me slip my cock into her asshole for a final few pre-ejaculation thrusts after we'd fucked hard doggystyle. Louise knew I hadn't had long to go before coming.

"Go on, Ron, and be quick about it!", Louise had urged me. Not that enthusiastically, I'd felt. But that hadn't stopped me spoiling myself in Louise's ass.

We'd received our invite to the yearly seasonal "Friendly Holiday Gathering" with our friends, including the Maloney's. Couples only, as usual. Evidently, Jon Parker would be there with his new girlfriend. Nobody knew who she was. Louise had heard it was a younger girl. Archie from softball would be there with his wife, a fairly attractive tall Thai 'mail order bride' with a weird name I could never remember. I think there were usually 6 or 7 couples overall. This year Randall and Joanne had been included.

I wondered how that night would pan out, given some of the stuff we'd seen and done in the last six months. Fuck, maybe last year there'd been a wild swinging scene we simply hadn't been tuned into.

The guys' night out had been arranged for a Friday night in January.

I'd hit a busy spell at work in the build-up to the Holiday season, meaning a lot of extra hours. I came home around 9pm one Thursday night in early December to find Louise and Mandy, 'Bohemian Mandy', the lesbian, sitting on the couch drinking glasses of white wine. Louise had been at work that afternoon for a couple of hours, but had evidently skipped Thursday night drinks. Louise's mom had been on babysitting duty but was long gone.

As I entered the living room, Louise informed me the kids had gone to bed about an hour earlier, before she told me to grab a drink as Mandy had something to ask me. I was suitably curious enough to quickly dump my laptop bag on the table by the couch and grab a beer, foregoing my usual instant change out of work attire into something more comfortable.

A couple of minutes later I was sat down opposite Louise and Mandy. I took a first deep pull from my beer bottle. It had been a shit day at work.

I noticed that Louise was wearing her eyeglasses, which I always thought made her look hot, and hadn't changed out of her work clothes. She was wearing a shiny white satin blouse, which displayed just a hint of Louise's gorgeous cleavage, and a short light gray skirt with black pantyhose and work-suitable black patent leather heels. She looked very much the 'sexy secretary' tonight.

I wondered if 'Miss Moneyhoney' was going to make a very rare appearance. It had been some time.

I remembered when the freakiest our sex life got was when we did some secretary / teacher role play. I always looked back to one memorable soft BDSM episode in particular, where Louise was playing Miss Moneyhoney, the teacher, and I was the pupil, who'd gotten themselves in some trouble. Louise had made me work out on my exercise bicycle in the garage just before, so I was sweating, like I'd just done a tough gym class. When she was in a particular mood, Louise loved the feel, smell and taste of a man's sweat. So there I was, playing the stupid jock who was failing his class. Louise had ordered me to strip, we were pretending our bedroom was Principal Moneyhoney's office. Louise slapped my ass with a ruler (sometimes a little too hard) until the naughty pupil, i.e. me, had had enough and gave Miss Moneyhoney a good hard ravishing in return. It was some way short of rape play, despite me literally tearing Louise's panties off, and her insisting I squeeze my sweaty shorts in her face as we fucked, but you get the picture. Shit, even those days seemed so innocent now.

Anyway. Mandy's latest look had seen her crewcut grow in a little, and she now wore a pale blue dyed boy-like short pixie cut, which still nicely accentuated her sleek facial bone structure. Make-up wise, Mandy was wearing understated blue eyeshadow and what looked like just a smidgeon of light pink matt lipstick. In terms of clothes, Mandy was wearing a loose black sweater over a black tank-top type cotton top, and fashionably ripped blue jeans and a pair of green/blue Skechers which looked like they had been picked to match Mandy's hair color. Several colored earrings edged Mandy's petite ears, and she wore her usual diamond nose stud.

Mandy looked good. Not exactly my type, but good. There's no doubt I would have liked to fuck her.

Mandy lit a Lucky and handed it to Louise, then lit one for herself. Louise had been smoking less the last few weeks, well, certainly in my presence. Although I noticed that I hadn't seen many packs of Marlboro lying around lately.

Louise started the conversation.

"OK, Ron, firstly I'm sorry to say that nothing's on the agenda tonight with Mandy, you know, 'that way'. Well, I'm sure I can see my way to giving you a slow comfortable screw later, so don't be too downhearted."

"Miss Moneyhoney?", I asked, smiling hopefully.

Louise winked at me.

"Well, if you're a good boy, Ronald."

Louise didn't elaborate on her role play alter ego to Mandy. Maybe Mandy knew already.

"OK, Ron", Louise continued, "Mandy came to me with a proposition. It sounds like something you might be interested in, and before Mandy goes into detail, I'll just say in advance that I'm OK with it. So don't worry on that count when you hear what Mandy has to say. OK? Maybe you'll find it strange. I'm guessing not as strange as you would have this time last year, but don't freak out, OK?"

I was now really intrigued. I looked at Mandy. "Mandy?"

Mandy took a pull on her Lucky, then started.

"Well, Ron. Since you and Louise and I, well, since that night, I've gotten back into a relationship."

I thought back to the night when Louise and Mandy had toyed each other's cunts while I'd masturbated with a butt plug stuffed in my asshole. I remembered the intensity of my orgasm.

Mandy continued.

"I think this time it's long term, she's probably 'the one' for me. My partner's called Jayda. She's a little older than me, she's 40 actually. She's originally from London, England. She's a publishing agent, we met professionally, and things just happened. She has a house in Scarsdale, I've moved in with her, I'll be driving back down after we've talked. She's also got a place down in the City, SoHo. She's very successful in the young adult field. I'm actually doing a prequel to 'Love Force' with one of her star writers, a comic book writer guy from Scotland."

Mandy paused.

I remembered that 'Love Force' was Mandy's hit graphic novel, which had gotten her some very negative attention from religious groups over her depiction of sex in a future society where the Church controlled all sexual activity. The 'Love Force' had been some Church-run sex 'army'. Louise had gotten me a signed copy and I'd read it, but I was vague on the details. It was a few years ago. I remembered some stuff about a love affair between one of the sex soldiers, a female teen, and an extra-terrestrial, which had been super taboo in the book. I think the alien was both male and female.

Mandy brought me back to the present.

"Ron, come over here please, I'd like to show you some pictures of Jayda on my phone."

Mandy and Louise squeezed up, allowing me to sit to Mandy's right. After a few swipes on her iPhone, she handed it to me.

"Here she is, there's a few pictures, scroll through them."

As I scrolled through the pictures I could see that Jayda was a slim dark- haired dark-eyed white woman, who clearly looked her age. My first thoughts were was Jayda really only 40? She looked older. Fuck, I even thought that if I'd seen Mandy and Jayda out and about, well, in the right light, you could almost take Jayda for Mandy's mother. Sheesh.

It wasn't that Jayda was unattractive, in fact I guess when she was younger she'd have been a looker. There were a few shots of her in business suits, professionally shot like for a brochure or her web page, a couple in casual wear, an evening dress picture, which showed a good piece of cleavage, and in the final shot, Jayda was by a swimming pool in a bikini. Her tits looked enhanced, I was pretty sure she'd had a boob job, although we weren't talking beachball size. In the swimming pool picture she had a tan, which to me noticeably highlighted her aged skin. My final thought as I passed the phone back to Mandy was, 40? No way. Nearer 50, was my guess.

I had already started to wonder where this was going, when Louise leaned forward and topped up her wine glass.

Mandy put a hand out. "Not for me, Louise honey, I'll be driving home soon."

I looked in a slightly confused manner at Mandy, and nodded my head for her to continue.

"Mandy, I'm not sure where this is going?"

"Ah, sorry Ron, I'll get to the punchline. I've got a thing I need to say first. It's a little embarrassing, personal. Well, ah, OK, let's just get it out, ah, I can't get pregnant."

Now I really WAS confused. Louise could see it on my face. I opened my mouth to ask what this was all about.

"Ron, baby, let Mandy finish, please", Louise almost pleaded.

Mandy took a deep final inhale on her cigarette and stubbed it out.

"Ok, here goes. Jayda only has limited time left, her age, and I, .. Jayda, ah, we, I mean WE, well, WE want to have a baby."

My mouth opened.

"And this has what to do with me, Mandy?" I asked.

Louise interrupted.

"Ron, Mandy wants you to help get Jayda pregnant! Jesus, are you that dim?"

Now I was taken aback. It should have been obvious, but I'd genuinely been so surprised, that obvious hadn't come into it.

I was puzzled. I eventually managed to ask, "So, Mandy, you want me to be a sperm donor?"

Before Mandy could speak, Louise butted in.

"Ron, the conception of this baby will be by more natural means."

Fuck. I took another draft of my beer, my bottle was now nearly empty.

"Mandy, I'm getting this right? You want me to fuck Jayda?"

Mandy looked at me pleadingly.

"Yes, Ron. But there's more to it. Let me explain."

I stood up. "Let me get another beer!"

When I walked back into the living room with a cold bottle of beer in my hand, I sat down next to Louise on her side of the couch. Both girls had lit fresh cigarettes.

"Ron", Louise said as she put her hand on my leg, "Let me explain, it might be easier. Mandy, if I go wrong at any point, dive in, keep me straight."

I took another slug from my beer bottle.

"Ron, as you know there's a time of the month that us women are more fertile. Last month, and the month before, Jayda and Mandy tried to conceive. It wasn't successful."

Mandy butted in.

"Jayda has been undergoing medical treatment. It's a thing called DHEA, a drug. It has success in helping conceive spontaneously. In women of Jayda's age."

It was my turn to interrupt.

"Spontaneously?"

Then I turned to Louise.

"Louise, you want me to be the father to another woman's baby?"

"Ron, it might not be you who's the father."

What??? I really wasn't following this. Mandy seemed to sense my deep confusion. She spoke next.

"And we'd get legal papers, in fact I have a pre-form with me.."

"WAIT!", I managed to say. "Stop a minute."

Now I REALLY was confused.

"I might not be the father? Legal papers? What is this bullshit? What the fuck are you talking about?"

I actually laughed out loud. Louise pressed her hand down on my leg.

"Ron, baby. The way it works is that you won't be the only man with Jayda. Mandy, explain it to Ron."

"Well, Ron, we invite three men to the thing, the event, oh, I don't know what to call it. We picked three last month, the one before that wasn't too well organized, it kind of happened, but three guys seems to work. I don't think anymore would be right. It would be like a gang bang. Jayda and I don't want that. We want our baby, well we want our baby to be made in a nicer atmosphere. It's weird, sorry, it's hard to explain. Anyway, we want one more guy this time, a different guy, it will still be three of you in total, and I really thought of you. I showed Jayda some pictures of you, and she really wants you too."

I shook my head. Jesus, Louise was now hiring me out as a stud?

Louise sensed my discomfort.

"Ron, Mandy and Jayda want a father who is gay, or in your case, someone who has a 'gay side'."

I tensed slightly.

"What is this? Some genetic engineering experiment? You want the kid to have a 'gay gene'?"

Louise sighed. "Ron, please?"

I sat back.

"Louise, are you going to be like, getting off on watching while I fuck this Jayda? Really?"

Louise looked back at me sternly. "Ron, I won't be there. It will be you, the two other guys, Jayda, and Mandy."

Mandy crushed out her cigarette. She was about to stand up, when Louise grabbed her hand and told her to stay.

I took a deep breath. I thought I better say something.

"Mandy, you mentioned legal papers. What do you mean exactly?"

Again, Mandy lingered before replying.

"Ron. Jayda and me, we want to be the parents. The only parents, the biological side doesn't come into it. We'd ask for no money from the biological father, no maintenance. We do the multiple guy thing so that in the event of Jayda falling pregnant, we wouldn't even push to find out who the actual father was. It could be any one of the three of you. I know you two have two beautiful healthy boys. To be honest, you'd be ideal for this."

I once more turned to Louise.

"And you? What would you feel if Jayda got pregnant, Louise?"

"Well, Ron, if Jayda did, I'd actually hope it was you who was the father. But other than that, as to how the baby was actually 'made', I wouldn't care."

"Not even when you see Mandy and Jayda's baby?"

Mandy interrupted.

"That wouldn't happen Ron. You see, once the baby is born, Jayda and me are moving to London. It fits in with work, everything, it's the time. It all fits."

Louise was next to speak.

"Ron, Mandy needs to know tonight. It's set for Saturday, it's the time of the month. Come on, Ron, it's a chance for you to get together with a couple of other guys, have some fun, fuck a sexy lady, and then come home to me, no questions asked. Maybe you get a treat when you get home."

"Louise, it's more than that!"

"Only if Jayda gets pregnant! Ron, do it as a favor to me. Not just Mandy. Please. You can see how important to Mandy this is."

Mandy looked like she was close to tears. I made an instant decision.

"Mandy, give me the fucking paper. Louise, you better not fucking be kidding when you say you're OK with this! What the fuck am I doing! Jesus!"

Mandy excitedly fished around in her bag and handed me two sheets of letterheaded paper. I saw some phrases like 'Initial disclaimer of paternal rights', but without looking at the document too closely, I just fucking signed it. What the fuck was my life coming to?

Mandy asked Louise to show me the 'other pictures' on her phone as she headed to the bathroom.

These photos were more explicit, presumably from Mandy and Jayda's private collection.

Jayda lying on a bed naked, facing the camera, legs spread. Her boob job looked a good one, her silicon breasts rounded and proportional to her slim body. Jayda wasn't bad looking, if you were into matures. I mentally compared Jayda to Janice. She wasn't quite in Janice's class I felt. I flicked through the other pictures. One with Jayda smoking, topless at what looked like some outdoor festival, there were other topless girls and guys in the background. I noticed a couple of tattoos. A smallish Ancient Egyptian looking pattern circling a thin strip of Jayda's left upper arm. What looked like a butterfly on a flower to the right of Jayda's pierced navel. That tattoo looked older, more faded. I also noticed Jayda had a pierced labia. Pierced nipples. I guess the kid wouldn't be breast feeding.

I did feel that the naked photos highlighted Jayda's true age. In a certain position she definitely exhibited a slight belly, rippled flesh the tell- tale sign of Jayda's advancing years. And in close up, her skin, particularly on her hands, looked aged. I'd say Jayda was pushing 50. I even thought there'd be a good chance that Jayda couldn't get pregnant. But with the fertility drugs, maybe I was wrong.

The choice to me seemed keep Louise happy, fool around, possibly with a couple of hot guys, and no repercussions. Fuck it. I was in.

Mandy came back and sat down. She retrieved her phone and the signed papers I'd put my John Hancock on, and put these and her pack of Luckies and her lighter in her red Michael Kors bag.

Louise asked Mandy to wait one minute while she went to the bathroom.

When Mandy and I were alone, Mandy spoke quietly to me.

"Ron, I'm so thankful for this. Really. Louise will give you directions to our place for Saturday night. And please, don't tell Louise, but if the other two men can't get you warmed up for Jayda, I'll help."

We looked into each other's eyes.

"Yes, Ron, I mean I'll HELP."

Louise and Mandy said their goodbyes and eventually I was able to change out of my work clothes.

Louise and I ate a light dinner, cold chicken salad. We opened another bottle of white wine, and chilled for a couple of hours.

Later, when we went up to bed, I didn't allow Louise a second as I grabbed her firmly from behind.

"Miss Moneyhoney, that sales pitch you wrote lost us the Bergman contract. Fuck! Call yourself a sales executive? It appears that all you're good for is sucking cock!"

Louise immediately fell into character, putting on her sultry voice.

"Mr. Abbott. How can you say that? I'm a married woman, and I don't even like sucking cock!"

"You'll love sucking mine, you good-for-nothing bitch!"

I pushed Louise roughly down on to the bed. Not too roughly. I pulled off my pants and shirt and thrust my already hard cock forward towards Louise's face.

"Eat it! Or so help me God, Miss Moneyhoney, I'll fire your ass this instant!"

Louise looked up at me, a slightly innocent look on her face. With her eyeglasses on and still wearing her work outfit, including her shoes, she so looked the filthy secretary slut.

Louise pushed her head forward and started to suck on my cock, hands free. While she ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of my tip, Louise unbuttoned her blouse, then scooped her voluptuous tits free from her white lacy brassiere. When she tossed her blouse behind her, I ordered Louise to stand up.

Without speaking, I turned Louise around so she had her back to me, then pushed her forwards onto the bed. Nice, I thought, as I saw now that Louise was wearing black hold-up stockings, not pantyhose. I reached in and pulled Louise's white panties off, this time taking care not to rip them.

I impatiently positioned myself so that I presented my cock at the entrance to Louise's cunt. Fuck, I needed this bad.

"Miss Moneyhoney, you better be fucking good at this, or you are so fired!"

"Oh Mr. Abbott, I don't want to lose my job, but this feels so wrong!", Louise whimpered, still very much in character.

I slammed my cock into Louise's cunt.

"But so GOOD!", Louise growled.

I started pumping Louise's cunt hard. I grunted on each thrust, while in time Louise let out panted moans that turned me on even more. This looked like it was going to be a quick one.

"Are you liking this, Miss Moneyhoney? Does your pussy husband do it to you as good as this?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Abbott! Yes! You're so much better than him, that limp-dicked bastard. You're the BEST, Mr. Abbott! But please, don't fuck my ass. I'm a virgin. Please don't."

I slightly lost my rhythm. Was Louise, in character as 'Miss Moneyhoney', actually encouraging me to fuck her in the ass? Or was she, in Louise character telling me NOT to fuck her in the ass?

I decided to stick to the game.

"So you've never had it in the ass Miss Moneyhoney?"

"No Mr. Abbott, I don't know if I'd like it. But you fuck my cunny SOOOOHHH good! Maybe you could show me?"

FUCK! I'm in! This is for real. Well, role pay 'for real', but FOR REAL.

I slowly extracted my stiff penis from Louise's soaking quim.

"Oh, Mr. Abbott, you made my cunny feel so good. But be gentle with my ass. I'm a virgin. Mr. Moneyhoney begs me for it, but I never let him near my ass. He's not as good a lover as you."

I bent down and leaned my face into Louise's ass. I wet my lips and tongue and started to lick the puckered entrance to Louise's anus. Then I teased her hole apart and spat into it. I stood back up.

I carefully slid the tip of my pussy-juice lubricated cock into place.

"Here it comes Miss Moneyhoney, you total ass-whore!"

Louise let out a muffled squealed 'Yes!' as I pushed my cock slowly but firmly into her anus. My cock twitched wildly. Jesus, this was becoming part of our sex life!

I started to slowly slide in and out of Louise's shitter. Louise had started to shake, I wasn't sure why, until I realized she was frantically frigging her clitoris from underneath. She'd also started a long slow humming moan.

I slid in and out of Louise's asshole. One. Two. Three. Four. FIVE!

Bang! I felt my ballsack constrict and my cock spasm as I started to spurt my seed deep into Louise's ass.

Louise frigged herself even faster and started to moan louder. A lot louder.

"Fuck, Ron! Ron! I'm coming! Oh shit! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh .."

Louise shuddered for a good fifteen seconds as her orgasm intensified and then gradually subsided.

I gently eased my cock out of Louise' asshole, then spoke to my still squatting wife.

"Louise. That was fucking immense. I need to go to the bathroom, baby. Thanks!"

"I need a fucking cigarette", was Louise's breathless response.

When I got back into the bedroom, it seemed Louise had found a pack of Marlboros from somewhere, as she was lying in bed smoking. She'd taken all of her clothes off, including her glasses.

"Ron, don't think this is a regular thing. But if you do things like the Mandy thing for me, you can be sure I'll show my appreciation from time to time."

I lay down next to Louise.

"Don't you think there could be longer term aspects to this weird sperm donor situation? Things you're not thinking through?"

"Ron. Jayda might not get pregnant. And, the two other guys are by all accounts younger than you, so they'll maybe strike gold first, right? Also, by the sounds of it, you only get two 'goes'. Just do Mandy the favor, twice, or maybe more if need be. And have fun, 'doing good'. And you WILL have fun. Mandy told me the boys like to warm each other up in advance of putting their dicks into Jayda, so it's not exactly a controlled medical procedure. I don't want to be there. I don't want to get in the way. And unlike Mandy, Jayda is supposed to like cock. Mandy says she gets a little jealous about how much Jayda enjoys getting fucked."

That reminded me. I thought, OK, take a deep breath, go for it.

"Louise, on the subject of jealousy. I'm sorry. I'm having a hard time watching you with other guys lately. Please don't get mad, I know we're in this together. I'm just telling you how I feel. I love you. I'm wondering if there's a way back to the sex just being me and you?"

Louise inhaled thoughtfully, expelling a jet of smoke from the right-hand side of her mouth. She looked at me with a frown.

"Well, one thing Ron, I'm definitely not quitting smoking."

Louise tipped some ash into the ashtray on the bedside table.

Then smiling, she placed her left hand on my arm.

"Ron, a large part of this was built on you and your 'gay side'. Your thing for guys. I've seen you fuck guys. I've seen you GET fucked. Take cock in your ass. Twice. You saying your urges aren't there anymore? Or they'll remain, but you'll control them? I can't say that I see that being realistic."

"It's difficult, Louise. I'm going to have to try. But you said when Mike was here that our sexual adventures made you feel 'liberated'. What did you mean by that? Free? Free from me?"

Louise let out a short chuckle, took another drag on her Marlboro.

"Ron. If I wanted to be free from YOU, I'd fucking divorce you. Don't you get that? And then I'd fuck whoever I want, how often I want. Or not. The choice would be mine, and mine alone. I'm free to choose. Right now, I feel I'm free to choose, but with YOU. I still want to be with YOU. I still love you too, you know. If we have to moderate our sex life, I can agree to that, once we've both thought it through. But if we bring other people into our sex lives in ANY way, it's together, and we agree to discuss it beforehand. But make no mistake, I am NOT playing along with the dutiful wife script. It can't just be you bringing other women into our bed. Or shemales. Sometimes it can be, if that's what we both want and agree to. But if it's guys, then don't expect me to sit around and watch. Unless that's what I want to do that time, just watch. I won't trick you into any more situations either. I promise."

"Louise, at the start it was all so totally impulsive. Maybe the obviously pre-arranged stuff we're doing now isn't to my liking. I don't know. It's still a change I can't say I've really fully processed."

"Ron, YOU mentioned being jealous. You know, that's not a one way street. I felt that there was more than just the physical with you and Shawna. We haven't had her sit in a while. You think that's totally accidental?"

I reflected that we hadn't seen Shawna in a while.

"Ron, when we did the thing with Randall and Joanne. You seemed to be pretty close to Joanne as well. The Randall thing, Raquel, that was also something I felt a little jealous about. You know, if it had been up to me, it would have been Joanne and RANDALL, not Joanne and RAQUEL. You know that, right? How do you think I feel when you do it with a shemale? A tranny? Like maybe I'm not good enough, because I don't have a cock? Think about how I feel sometimes."

Louise was right. I hadn't considered her feelings at all.

"Ron. We have the festive meal night coming up. I certainly want nothing to do sexually with anyone there, OK? Especially the Maloney's."

"Louise, can I remind you about the deal we had when we were out last. How I had to be on my best behavior with Jon Parker. You need to promise the same deal with Donna. But I agree. No hanky-panky. And we don't go to the after party, even if you're drunk and suggest we go. Yeah?"

Louise extinguished her cigarette.

"Ron, do the Mandy/Jayda thing. Except for that, let's lay off the freaky stuff for a while. We'll talk about it in January. Deal?"

"Deal", I swiftly agreed.

Louise turned out the light. I lay down wondering what I'd got myself into with Mandy and Jayda.

TO BE CONTINUED