Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 34

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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Sorry, one last thing. As I edited this chapter, I realized it was long. Apologies in advance if it takes you longer than usual to read. I hope you still enjoy it. And you can always just skip to the last part where things get more physical.

I waited until late on Sunday afternoon to contact David.

Having seen from his snooped Facebook profile that David was almost certainly a Giants fan, I waited until their destruction of the Redskins was over. My Bills lost yet again, so I figured David would be in a better mood than me.

I hesitated to cold call, so I decided to send a text first.

'David. Ron here. Is it OK if I call you?'

I waited five minutes. A nervous five minutes actually, then my phone chimed.

'Ron, sure. I wondered who this was. I've saved your number now. I'm home. Just watched football. Give me a call.'

I looked nervously at my phone. Louise was upstairs bathing the boys, they'd both gotten into the bathtub about ten minutes ago. I reckoned I had ten minutes easy, probably nearer twenty. The boys loved playing in the bathtub. I didn't think the call would take that long.

I clicked on David's contact entry on my iPhone, then I pressed 'Call'. As I heard the phone ring, I walked into the kitchen. David picked up after four rings.

"Hi, David. Ron here. I hope you don't mind me calling."

"No Ron, it's fine. I've been watching the Giants. I'll eat in a little while, and I was planning on shooting a make-up video. I just got sent some stuff from Natasha Denona. It's a new eye shadow palette, bronze themed, winter range. I get lots of cool stuff for free through the YouTube channel. Mainly make-up, but also clothes sometimes. I just have to mention the brand in a video."

"Great, yeah, you must get a lot of hits", I said. Like I knew what the fuck he was talking about. I thought YouTube was just a way to watch old Depeche Mode videos.

I steeled myself, and carried on speaking.

"David, last night I mentioned to you that Louise and I, ehm, Louise is my wife, eh.. well, that we were pretty open on relationships. That kind of thing."

"Ah. OK, Ron, and?"

"It's, eh.. Louise would like to meet you. Actually David, I'd really like to see you again. But, well, together with Louise. I told her about last night."

David paused for a few seconds. I wondered if the line had dropped.

"OK, Ron. I'm glad she's cool with the situation. She IS cool with the situation, yeah?"

"Totally, David. She wants to meet you."

Now I hesitated.

"And, I'd really like to see you again." Shit, I was repeating myself. A sure sign I was nervous.

I paused for maybe 10 seconds.

"Ron, you there?"

"Yes, David, sorry."

"What did you have in mind, Ron? Dinner? We meet for a drink?"

I decided to go for it.

"David, please tell me you are free Thursday night. I'd like you to come to our house. 8pm. We'd like, I mean. Can you do that?"

"Ah, Ron, hang on. I have a make-up set Thursday."

Shit! I thought. David continued.

"You probably don't know this, but there's a photo studio near the Galleria does 'Transformation' shoots. That means the place supplies women's clothes, shoes, jewelry, wigs. Like, for crossdressers, transvestites. I do the make-up. It's hush-hush, the place does weddings, christenings, bar mitzvahs, passport photos, regular photography, mainly. I don't think Jenna would like her regular clientele to know about this sideline. I get a hundred bucks usually, but I really do it as a favor to Jenna."

David let out a small laugh.

"Very occasionally I'll even get a blow job or a fuck. Although we're not always talking hot TV chicks, some of them not even I can make beautiful. I think the customer on Thursday is due 6pm. It's usually about two hours work for me in total, I don't always stay for the final photos. What if I say I can definitely get to you between 8:30 and 9pm? That work?"

"David, that would be great. I'll text you our address. David. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."

"Ron, I'm looking forward to seeing you too. And I'm very intrigued about meeting Louise. Mandy's mentioned her to me a few times. When she was discussing getting you involved in the surrogate dad thing."

I was curious about what Mandy had told David, but I decided not to press it, said goodbye, and hung up.

About five minutes later, Louise came downstairs and told me it was me on bedtime duty in 45 minutes. As the boys settled in front of the TV to watch cartoons, I quietly mentioned to Louise that I'd called David.

"So we're on for Thursday, Ron?"

I explained that David may be 30 minutes or so late, but I confirmed that we were indeed 'on'.

"Nice. I'm looking forward to meeting David, in the flesh."

Louise gave me a sly smile as she poured herself a glass of white wine. 'In the flesh'. She'd emphasized that phrase.

==

I was still busy at work that week. Our big year-end Go-live was touch-and- go, and we had an actual business continuity situation when a utility company digging the road near one of our clients cut them off from the local power supply. That wiped out Tuesday, like 20 hours of it, and I took Wednesday off to recover. All that really meant was a more than busy Thursday for me, but I made sure that I logged off and left the office at six sharp and headed home.

Louise had beaten me home by a few minutes. She'd skipped the Thursday after-work drinks. I entered to find her in the kitchen on her phone, still in her work clothes, smoking a Marlboro.

"Sure, that's OK", I heard Louise say into her iPhone, "No, I don't have to speak to her, just make sure you're here no later than 6pm. OK?"

Louise ended her call and took a last pull on her dying cigarette and threw the butt in the sink. I cringed. That wasn't something I liked to see Louise do. Despite my smoking fetish.

"Who was that, honey?", I asked.

"Shawna."

I tried to look disinterested.

"Ah, OK, and what was it about? She's still OK for Saturday?"

"Yes. She's bringing a friend to babysit. Elisa. I don't know who she is, a college friend, Shawna said. She wanted to know if it was OK, and if I needed to talk to the girl first. Make sure she isn't psycho, whatever. They'll be sleeping over. Shawna's without a boyfriend these days it seems."

"What about Ricky?", I asked.

"Dumped her apparently. I hope she doesn't blame us."

I wondered if she did blame us? This weird older couple, who pushed their way into Shawna and Ricky's young sex lives. I put the thought to the back of my mind. I felt I had enough to worry about wondering how tonight with David would go.

==

I changed out of my work clothes as Louise showered. I put on a pair of tan chinos and a white Lacoste t-shirt I'd bought in a sale at an outlet store a few weeks before. 85 bucks, half-price. It was basically a fucking white V-neck T-shirt with a small green crocodile on it, but I'd loved the brand since my Europe trip when I was in college. With a final nod to the youth of today, I threw on my Timberland moccasins with no socks.

Louise came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. She lit a cigarette then sat down at her dressing table.

"Ron, I feel like a vodka, I've put a bottle of Absolut in the fridge. Can you pour me a small one, two ice cubes baby. Please?"

I went downstairs. It was approaching 7pm.

I came back up with Louise's drink. She was cleansing her face.

"Thanks, Ron. I'll be down soon. Go on downstairs, have a beer, I'll be quicker if you're not here."

I put Louise's vodka on the dressing table top next to her.

"OK, see you soon."

I left our bedroom and walked downstairs before sitting on the couch and putting the TV on. I was nervous, but I didn't feel like a drink right now. Maybe when David got here. I switched the channel to ESPN. I watched on autopilot. College hoops, some big comeback by some team the night before. Whole bunch of stuff on the buildup to the Bowl games. I wasn't really paying much attention.

I was beginning to wonder how long Louise was going to be, when I heard her walk behind me and into the kitchen.

"Ron, you want a drink? Beer? Something stronger?"

"I'll have a Scotch", I shouted back. I hadn't had a Whisky in ages. I felt like one tonight.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen. And got a surprise.

I'd expected Louise to go all-out sexy. But here she was, casual, no over- the-top micro dress, very subtle make-up, not at all what I'd expected.

She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, the ones that flared below the knee, and a pair of black leather mid-heeled pumps, no tights or socks. On her top half Louise wore one of her casual sweats. It was an aged-look college style shirt, with a light grey body and blue three-quarter length sleeves. Casual or not, it made her tits look great. Well, what item of clothing didn't? I did notice that Louise wasn't wearing a bra.

Louise had pinned her hair up in that style she wore regularly now, with wisps of hair coming down the sides over her ears. Louise had put on a light foundation, some mascara, but her look was very much more neutral than I'd expected.

Louise had found the Scotch bottle and poured me a good measure. She put the cap back on the bottle and handed me the glass. She knew I preferred no ice. She put two ice cubes in her glass, and then covered them with a healthy splash of Absolut before putting the vodka bottle back in the fridge.

"Come on, Ron, let's sit down and have a chat before David arrives."

We went back into the living room. I glanced at my watch. Quarter before eight.

Louise and I both sat down on the couch. Louise picked up her pack of Marlboros, looked inside, and extracted a cigarette with her fingertips. She lit up, then blew a jet of smoke into the middle of the room.

"OK, Ron, I'm hoping this turns out nice. I've kept you at arm's length since Sunday, so I'm hoping we're both in the mood. We should be. I know I am."

I took a swig of Scotch, savoured the warm afterburn. Louise took a deep drag on her cigarette.

"Ron, I remember a time when we first started this stuff, when we talked. You know, 'talked'. I remember that I told you that sometimes there would be things you wanted to do, you know, sexually, and that you needed to tell me about it. And we'd both agree, you know, we'd agree how to deal with it. Likewise with me. I've kind of stretched it a little, I admit, especially in the early days where I arranged a few happy coincidences. But when I've felt I needed that extra spice, I haven't ever blatantly gone behind your back. I could have done. Oh my God, I could have done. Many times."

Louise flicked a piece of ash from the tip of her cigarette into her ashtray.

"Ron, if you need this David guy, you have to realize that I need to be in on it. At the very least I need to know what's going on. And if I have any kind of problem with what you are doing, then you consider my feelings, and you act accordingly."

Louise took another pull on her cigarette.

"Ron, there might come a day, when I decide I want to be with another man on my own. I'll discuss it with you. And we'll agree how we play it. Of course, I'll take your feelings into account. But like I've said many times, we're in this together, and I am an equal, and if it's good for you, it's good for me. Or, and this is a big OR, you prove to me that you can go back to normal with me, just me, and we finish up doing this crazy shit. Then it's back to just you and me. But that means you do not fuck other men, just like I don't fuck other men. Anyway, tonight, let's have fun. And focus only on tonight. We can worry about later, well, later."

Louise took a final two deep inhales and stubbed her cigarette out.

"I've got some ideas for tonight, Ron. Anyway, can you get my laptop from my briefcase, I want to watch one of David's makeover videos. OK?"

==

It seemed that David was some kind of YouTube sensation. He had videos with view counts over 100 thousand. And the ads that appeared during the movies were from top make-up retailers or other female-oriented companies. I assumed you could make a good living out of this kind of thing.

Louise made us switch to Donna's website after a while. It seemed we'd just missed an 'Erotic Weekend Retreat' in the Catskills, with 5 voluptuous beauties available over two days. I'd forgotten the login details I'd got from Randall and I didn't feel like getting my own laptop where the account details were autosaved, so we didn't access the members only area. I did however see a banner saying that 2 new movies had been added.

As we switched to Pornhub, I took the time to remind Louise to be civil to Donna when we went out for dinner at the weekend.

"I'll be super nice Ron. But, Ron, no way will you be fucking Donna at the weekend, so if you have even the tiniest thought it might be happening, forget it. And unless somebody turns up with a new super-hot stud as a date, I will not be fucking any of the other guys. Nope, Randall was fun, but I'm not interested in any repeat run with him and Joanne. Not this week, anyway. And not with him dressed as Raquel."

I then reminded Louise that I was not in any way interested in an after- party at the Maloney's, and that when I politely made our excuses on the night, that no way was she to contradict me. I even contemplated pre- ordering a cab home.

Louise told me to quit gabbing and put a "Twink" movie on.

We watched 3 or 4 clips. The usual routine now, of Louise asking me what I liked with gay or trans porn, and why I liked it. I was still feeling tense, when eventually at ten before nine, the doorbell rang.

Louise sat up straight.

"How do I look, Ron?"

"Beautiful, honey. Beautiful."

"You charmer, you, Ron!"

Louise put her empty glass down on the table by the couch.

"Get the door, Ron! Go on!"

I walked over to the door. I was very nervous. I thought I would have heard the sound of David's motorcycle warning me of his approach. I opened the door.

==

David was standing on our doorstep. Fuck. He looked amazing.

David's dark hair was gelled up in a short quiff, not a hair out of place. His totally smooth angular face was complemented by a wide white toothed smile. David had on a short black leather bomber jacket and a tight black t-shirt and tight faded denims, with a pair of black hi-top sneakers, Nikes.

I'd half expected him to be carrying a crash helmet. I was about to invite David in when he interrupted me.

"Ron, I'm OK, parking on the street out front, right? I put the car there."

I looked where David had gestured. Parked in front of my lawn was a dark metallic colored VW. It was one of the cars I'd seen on Jayda's driveway. Fuck, had he played me? I didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed.

Despite my confusion I quickly ushered David in.

"David, thanks so much for coming. I really appreciate it. Come on in."

I closed the door.

"David, come on in. David, this is Louise."

Louise had stood up. She took a couple of steps forward as David moved to meet her.

"Hi David! I've heard so much about you. I've watched a few of your videos, but I have to say you look so much handsomer in the flesh."

'In the flesh' again.

"Hi, Louise, it's so good to meet you", David responded.

Louise gave David a light hug. Then she sat back down on the couch.

"David, here, take a seat next to me. Ron, can you get us a drink?"

"Sure, honey. David, what would you like?"

"Ron, can I just have a soda for now? Maybe I'll have something stronger later."

"Is Sprite OK?"

David nodded, "Sure, that'll do nicely, Ron."

I headed to the kitchen as Louise lit a cigarette and offered one to David, who accepted. Louise held her lighter to David's cigarette, before clicking it off.

I poured Louise another Absolut, making sure it was a small measure, and threw two ice cubes into her glass with a loud 'clink'. I got David a can of Sprite, and poured myself another Scotch. Like I did with Louise's drink, I poured myself a short measure.

I came back in to see Louise and David chatting. Louise looked up in my direction.

"Ron, I know you'll think I've been terrible, but I was a little forward, and I've asked David to do my make-up."

I handed David the can of Sprite, and the gave Louise her glass of vodka.

"Like, tonight?", I asked.

"Yes, tonight, silly! I'm not exactly glam this evening, but I'm sure David can make me look a million dollars."

David gentlemanly insisted that Louise already looked a million dollars.

"Ron, now I know why you like this young man!", Louise smiled.

I decided to take my customary 'when we had guests' seat opposite the couch.

Louise then continued, seizing control of the conversation. It seemed that the majority of situations we'd been in since we'd started experimenting sexually had been driven by Louise. I definitely got the impression she felt empowered, in a way she hadn't been for a long time. Except in maybe the first year or two of our relationship, when Louise had definitely been the dominant partner.

"David, let's finish these cigarettes and you can do my make-up upstairs. Ron, I know that me getting ready drives you up the wall, so you can wait here and then we'll surprise you with David's brilliance. David, it's not often I get a makeover, I am so thrilled you've agreed to do this."

"Well, Louise. We're in luck as I've just come off a job and I have my beauty bag in the car."

"How was your job, David? Ron mentioned something about it being a feminization, or what do you call it? Ron, what is it?"

Before I could answer, David told Louise that the correct term was 'Transformation'.

"Actually. Louise, Ron, I took some pictures on my phone. The lady in question has a big night out in the City tonight, there's a very exclusive trans evening in Midtown on Thursday nights where a lot of the top shemales in NYC go, and she'd got an invite from a friend. I've been a couple of times. Once as a girl, once as plain old me. Well, plain old me in very glamorous makeup!"

We looked at two photos David showed us. Nothing pornographic, shoulder up facial. The tranny was blonde, well the wig was blonde. I think you'd know it was a guy if you bumped into them on the street, but David had made her look good. Put it this way, I'd definitely fuck her.

Louise took a last long draw on her cigarette, before crushing it out. Then she stood up.

"Ron, you look like you need a refill. Give me your glass. David, you want anything stronger than that Sprite?"

David looked over at me and smiled. Then he looked back at Louise.

"Thanks, Louise. Glass of vodka. Two ice cubes, like you. And I'll put the rest of my Sprite in with it."

When Louise had gone into the kitchen, I grabbed the chance to speak to David. I leaned closer in the direction of the couch.

"David, I hope you don't think this is too weird? I mean, Louise and the make-up thing .."

"Ron. It's totally OK. I love doing make-up. It's my life. I have my kit, everything, in the car. But Ron, one thing I don't have with me is any women's clothing. Mandy said Louise told her you were into trannies. I can't 'dress' tonight, I hope you .."

"David, yes, I do like trannies. Shemales, whatever. But I also like YOU. As you are."

"Ron, do you like my make-up videos. Even if I'm in 'boy mode', but I'm made up. Do you like that?"

"Yes, David, I like it."

Louise walked back into the room and handed David a glass of clear liquid containing the two ice cubes he'd asked for. David tipped what remained of his can of Sprite into the glass. Louise took the empty can and headed back into the kitchen, then came back with my Scotch (definitely not a small measure) and her own vodka on the rocks.

Louise sat back down next to David.

"Ron, David and I will go upstairs in a minute. I'll call you up when we are ready. OK?"

David stood up.

"I'll get my stuff from the car now. I'll just be two minutes, yeah?"

David put his glass down and headed for the door, letting himself out and leaving the door open.

I looked over at Louise.

"Louise, the make-up .."

"Ron, shush. I like him. I deliberately didn't go overboard on the make-up when I got ready because I wanted David to do it if he had his stuff with him. Chill, for crying out loud! We can have fun soon. And Ron, he is SUCH a cutie, I am so looking forward to fucking him!"

I took a deep breath. Inwardly, I shook my head.

A few seconds later David re-entered and closed the door behind him. He held a smallish square black leather bag, which looked like a pilot's case.

"OK, I've got my bag of tricks."

Louise stood up, and picked up her cigarettes and lighter.

"David, bring your drink upstairs, I am so ready for my makeover. Ron, prepare to be amazed!"

David looked over at me.

"Ron, this might take half an hour, maybe more. I'm sorry, but I can't rush this."

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I picked up the bottle of Absolut from the counter top where Louise had left it.

"I guess you better take this then, baby".

I handed the bottle to Louise who wedged it under her arm as she headed upstairs. David followed closely behind and glanced over his shoulder at me.

He seemed to mouth the word 'Soon'.

I sat back down, this time on the couch, and took a sip of my Scotch. I didn't notice the afterburn so much this time.

==

The next 45 minutes, not 30 minutes, as it turned out, dragged. I topped up my Scotch (small measure). But I finished it too quickly. I decided against pouring another. I didn't want my cock to get drunk. Not that that had been an issue lately.

I picked up Louise's laptop and replayed a David "make-up" YouTube video (54k 'likes'!).

Fuck, I really really had the hots for David. Even in neutral men's clothing, with his face made up like a showgirl, I found David so totally sexy. His delicate feminine moves as he brushed on the makeup, fuck, they turned me on so much. His voice as he talked into the camera. His pout, when he showed off his lipstick. He'd gotten under my skin.

I occasionally heard laughter from upstairs. I wasn't really sure in my semi Scotched-up state if I was jealous of Louise for what she might be doing with David, or of David for what he might be doing with Louise. Or both of them.

Eventually I heard Louise shout from upstairs.

"Ron, come on up, and bring some ice cubes!"

I went to the kitchen and pulled two cans of beer out of the refrigerator. Then I put some ice cubes, about five or six, in a glass. Up the stairs I headed.

Our bedroom door was partly open, and I could smell cigarette smoke as I approached the room.

I pushed the door fully open. I was a little nervous about what I was going to see.

My eyes immediately zoomed in on Louise.

Shit, she looked good! VERY good.

David had applied a lot of heavy make-up on Louise. But she looked sensational, like she was ready for a special occasion night on the town. I noticed some unusual touches. For example, a spot of piercing bright white make-up on the inside of Louise's eyelids next to her nose, which contrasted with a neon orange explosion on her upper and lower lids, which in turn were edged on the outside with a faded bronze glow. Louise's eyebrows had been perfectly shaped and shaded in an almost blue shade of black, and her lashes were full and thick with midnight black mascara. Setting off the look, Louise's lips were painted with a lighter orange lipstick which looked moist and succulent without being too glossy.

Louise had changed clothes, of course she had.

She was wearing the green lingerie set I last remembered seeing at Joanne and Randall's hotel suite. Her dark green bra squeezed her massive tits inwards and upwards. The matching dark green black-accented corset, with a set of golden clasps holding it tightly together in the middle, covered Louise's body down to just a few inches above her exposed naked bush. Louise wore the same hold-up fishnet stockings with black lacy tops as she had at the hotel.

The only difference, well apart from this time Louise had put the matching bra on rather than letting her huge tits hang loose, was that Louise was wearing what looked like a new pair of high-heeled shiny green, 'Stripper Shoes', as she liked to call them. They had a heavy thick platform sole at the front, and very long stiletto heels, with two bright green leather straps wrapped around Louise's ankles. I hadn't seen them before. In fact, apart from a similar white pair that I remember Louise wearing to a wedding a year-and-a-half ago, this wasn't Louise's usual style of footwear at all. I assumed they'd been bought when Joanne and Louise had shopped prior to our liaison with Joanne and Randall.

The way Louise looked tonight, I didn't really know why I would even want to fuck other women when I had a wife this hot.

Louise took a drag on her cigarette, which was nearly finished.

"Well, Ron, what do you think? How do you like your glam wife?"

"Louise you look amazing", I barely managed to reply. I really meant it.

I then turned to David. David had also made himself up.

He too had a slightly over the top look, but the first thing I'd noticed when I entered the bedroom was that he was topless. David still had his jeans on, but his lithe, very smooth, hairless torso was naked. Shit he had an amazing thin body. Perfect as far as I was concerned.

David had used the bronze theme he'd talked about earlier. He'd chosen a reddish-golden eyeshadow, and he'd lined his eyes and mascaraed his lashes so that his top eyelashes curved up and away in their fullness. It looked like he'd filled out his neatly-shaped eyebrows with a dark pencil, making them more pronounced. Underneath his heavily black-lined eyelids he'd blended what appeared to be a dark pink highlight, and he'd also used the dazzling white accent on the inside of his eyes, like he'd done with Louise. He'd shaped his cheekbones with a brown blusher. And David's lips really stood out, he'd coated them in a matt brown chocolate-like lipstick which made them look plumper than I remembered. Shit. David was fucking knockout, even as a boy. I was starting to harden in my pants.

David spoke.

"Ron, I hope you don't mind. Louise has filmed us on your laptop, doing our make-up.."

"David, YOU doing our make-up darling, it was all your work!", Louise interjected as she lit a Marlboro, took a quick puff, then handed the lit cigarette to David. David took a deep pull, then exhaled toward the floor.

"Well, if you email me the movie Ron, if you decide to, I'd like to time- lapse it and publish it. With your permission. I'll do it music only, there will be no dialog, no pieces where I say Louise's name out loud. We might have chatted when we were getting ready and I'm sure I called Louise, 'Louise', a couple times. You can watch the movie first, Ron, it's face only, nothing smutty, and I'm really good at editing. I need to get past YouTube's censors anyway, so there's never any smut on those movies I shoot. I do sometimes do more explicit shoots, but not for YouTube, and not for public consumption. I have my good clean wholesome image to think about!"

We all laughed.

As far as Louise's face going online, I wasn't really sure about this. I could see that Louise was keen. But maybe that was the vodka. I still remembered Louise's reaction when she'd seen her topless pictures on Donna's website.

I'd been standing with the beers and the glass with the ice cubes in my hand absent-mindedly. Louise took the glass with the ice cubes out of my hand, and poured a good shot of the Absolut into the glass.

"I see you got a beer, Ron. David, we'll share this vodka."

Louise took a sip, took the cigarette David was holding, then handed the glass of vodka to David. After taking a deep pull on the cigarette, she sat down on the bed. As Louise turned, I noticed for the first time her corset laced up the back. I hadn't remembered that from the last time she wore it.

Louise looked over at David and me.

"OK, David, I want you to fuck me. You know David, Ron wants you to fuck me too. Get undressed. I am SO in the mood. Ron, David's a hottie. Christ, now I know why you fell for him so quickly. If I'd been at Jayda's I'd have wanted to fuck him too!"

David took a drink, then put the glass down on the dressing table. He then took a few steps towards me and moved in and started kissing me.

I closed my eyes. Fuck this was heaven. The smooth velvety feeling of David's chocolate textured lips, the feeling of his wet tongue pushing into my mouth. Fuck!

"Hey, you two! Save that for later! Look how wet my pussy is."

David and I looked over as Louise teased her dark outer pussy lips apart with her fingers.

"David get your pants off and get your ass over here. I need your cock NOW!"

Louise had drunk a lot of vodka. That was clear. While I shuddered when she spoke like she was some cock-hungry slut, I was also finding myself enormously turned on. Like the first few times I'd shared Louise, when it had been a terrifying, but also massively exciting emotional roller-coaster ride, where uncontrollable sexual urges had wiped out any other more rational feelings or inhibitions I might have had, and my arousal had seemed like it had gone onto a higher plane.

The thing was, that right now, I actually really did want David to fuck Louise. But I also couldn't suppress my overwhelming desire to fuck David's beautiful tight asshole. I was running scenarios through my head, scheming how I could get it round to me and David fucking.

My breathing slowed as David peeled off his tight jeans. His beautifully formed cock sprang free. It wasn't the biggest, six inches at most, but to me, it was the nicest cock I'd ever seen. He kicked his jeans off.

As I'd drifted into homosexual sex, I'd quickly accepted that the old saying, "size doesn't matter", was bullshit. The bigger the cock, the better, as far as I was concerned. But now, here with David, I thought maybe I'd been wrong.

Having extinguished her half-smoked cigarette, Louise edged into the middle of the bed on her back, and opened her legs wide. She was now gently caressing her clitoris with two fingers of her left hand.

"Oh Ron, David, my cunny is so wet. It's so ready. David, hurry up! I need your cock so much."

David kissed me lightly on my neck.

I stood and watched as David climbed onto the bed. He leaned over and kissed Louise. Louise arched her back up, and fidgeted awkwardly as they kissed. Louise pushed her back down on the bed. She'd managed to unfasten her bra. David realized this, and peeled it away from Louise's fleshy mounds of perfection, which flopped free. He moved his head down and wrapped his lips round Louise's left teat. Then he slowly pulled his head upwards, all the time keeping his lips tightly clamped on Louise's stiff nipple. Louise's entire massive breast was pulled up to become tightly stretched away from her body.

I knew how much Louise loved this type of breast play, so it was no surprise when she panted an "Oh, FUCK!!!", and started to quietly wail. Jesus, David not only instinctively knew how to push my buttons, it seemed he also knew how to drive Louise wild. Fuck, I was massively turned on. I deposited my two cans of beer onto Louise's dressing table without opening one and hurriedly started to undress.

As I threw my t-shirt on the floor and started to undo my chinos, I saw David release Louise's tit, and hitch himself up over Louise's body. I watched as David pushed his thin stiff cock downwards and rubbed it over Louise's saliva drenched nipple.

"Fuck, David, you might be becoming my second favorite guy! Christ! You are one hot little bastard!", Louise panted.

I managed to pull my chinos off as David moved his body further up and paused near Louise's face. I saw his ass muscles tighten as he fed his cock into Louise's eager mouth.

David turned round to look at me. He smiled, then grimaced as Louise swallowed all of his six inches. David let out a groan.

Jesus, I just could not believe how much this was turning me on. I felt a wetness slowly oozing from the tip of my cock and I hadn't even touched it. It had stood to attention, and was achingly pointing upwards. I resisted the temptation to start stroking my shaft.

Louise leaned into David's groin, turned her head my way, and spat his cock out. She caught my eye, smiled at me. Then she looked up at David's waist.

"David, why the fuck are you teasing me so much? For fuck's sake, enough! I need you to get down there!", Louise nodded towards the bottom of the bed, "And get to work on my cunny, NOW! You horrible little tease!"

David eased his body down the bed. He once again glanced at me, smiled, then turning back to Louise, he grabbed the insides of Louise's stockinged thighs and pushed his face firmly into Louise's cunt.

Louise let out an "Ah!" and closed her eyes. Fuck, she really was enjoying this.

After maybe fifteen seconds, I nearly jumped out of my skin as Louise almost shouted loud enough to be heard halfway down the street.

"David, NOW! I want you in me now. PLEASE!"

Louise looked over at me.

"Ron, tell David to FUCK me. PLEASE, tell him! I am at my wits end here, I need his cock now!"

David lifted his head away from my wife's cunt. He turned to me and paused. Like he was almost looking for approval. I tilted my head forwards, and silently mouthed, "Go on".

David gave me a wide smile. He swiveled back to Louise, pinched his stiff slim cock in his right hand, and then directed it to the entrance to Louise's soaking wet pussy.

I once more saw David's taut ass muscles flex, then he pushed forward.

I was surprised when the first scream of pleasure came from David, an animalistic, "Aaargghhh!". I even wondered for a second if he'd prematurely ejaculated into my wife's cunt.

Louise started to whimper.

"Oh my God, David FUCK ME! Oh, David, yes!"

David leaned forward. I watched almost hypnotized, as the muscles in his lower back tensed, and his tight ripped ass started to move, driving his dick in and out of my wife's cunt.

Louise started to moan.

She'd never ever been a big moaner during our 'dormant' years, where our sex life had descended into an indifferent resentful routine. But here she was, her eyes tight shut, fully feeling the joy of sex and moaning in time to David's firm thrusts.

Maybe this was what Louise meant when she said she felt liberated when we did this?

As David rhythmically pumped Louise's cunt at a pace that wasn't slow, but neither was it frantic, I made a decision.

Louise had her fishnet stocking enclosed legs spread wide. Not gymnastically, like Rowena had done when we'd fucked, but wide enough that David's legs were now also fairly well spread apart as he humped my wife.

I turned to Louise's dressing table and opened the middle drawer. I lifted up some make-up utensils, some tissues, even a pack of sanitary towels. Fuck, YES! I'd found what I was looking for. The round plastic bottle that looked like hand-soap, with 'Passion' written on it.

I didn't hesitate.

I squirted a healthy dose of the clear gel onto my hand and delicately smeared it over the full length of my shaft. I kept the bottle in my hand as I approached the bed. I put my left knee onto the bed behind David, and hitched myself up.

David and Louise could feel me. David paused, turned his head to his left. He couldn't see what I was about to do.

Louise panted from up top, underneath David.

"Ron? What are you doing, Ron?"

Another pant from Louise, "Ron, speak to me!"

"Give me a few seconds honey."

I lightly touched David at the base of his spine. Shit, his skin was so soft. So smooth.

"David, I want to be part of this. With you. With Louise. David, relax just a little. OK?"

David, as instructed, seemed to relax a little. He held still, squeezed into Louise on the in-thrust. David slowly moved his lower back and butt in an almost subtle serpentine motion side to side. I squirted some more lube onto my middle two fingers and reached forward.

David shivered as I placed my fingers at the entrance to his asshole. I gently levered my slippery fingers into David.

David let out a curt, "Uh!".

Louise was trying to stretch so she could see over David's shoulder.

"Ron, whatever the fuck you are doing, make it quick, I was nearly coming, for crying out loud!"

I pivoted my fingers inside David's anal passage moving them in a circular motion to make sure he was fully lubricated. As I did so, David leaned further forward and started kissing Louise. In doing so he raised his ass up an inch or two higher.

I now had total unrestricted access to my target. I shuffled my knees forward.

I gripped my slippery shaft with my left hand and tilted back on my haunches. My aching cock seemed to be the hardest it had ever been. I placed the tip of my dick at the entrance to David's puckered asshole. And then I firmly pushed my cock into David's ass.

It felt like my cock was being sucked into David's ass. But I was again surprised when it was Louise, not David, who let out the first sound, a loud moan.

"Oooh. Fffffuccck! Ron, you fucking genius. Oh Ron, fuck David, make David fuck me! Oh my fucking GOD!"

I started moving my cock in and out of David's asshole. Not too fast. As I pushed into David, my forward motion made him push into Louise. David was now grunting in pleasure on each thrust. This seemed to turn Louise on even more. She started a high pitched moaning that I knew meant only one thing. She was close to climax.

My upright position meant that I was able to push David back and forward, and in doing this I realized that I was making David's cock move in time to my thrusts. Each move I made into David's asshole made David make a similar move inside Louise's cunt.

It was almost like I was fucking BOTH David AND Louise at the same time. Jesus, this was so fucking good.

To me, what was happening now was easily the best sex of my life.

The noises that Louise was making over David's grunts were driving me wild. I gripped the base of my shaft and started to drive my cock in and out of David's ass more powerfully.

I could feel I was starting to come, but it was also like I wasn't yet ready to come. The feelings that emanated all the way from the tip of my cock, and permeated all the way through my entire body, were unprecedented. I'd honestly never experienced sex this good.

David's grunts suddenly changed. He started a low, repetitive, "Oh, fuck!". On every thrust of my cock into his ass.

Louise was still emitting wordless high pitched moans. For me, every sound David and Louise made seemed to be driven totally from the tip of my cock, as it explored David's insides. Every push forward simultaneously made David's cock push ever deeper into Louise's cunt. It was like I was the conductor of the orchestra and my cock was the conductor's baton.

It was Louise who exploded first.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"

She started to wail like a Banshee.

It was incredible. I could actually feel the shuddering vibrations from my wife's orgasm radiate through David's body. David's cock was still pushed deep into Louise. Via David's quivering asshole, where my own cock was still tightly stuffed, I could feel the full spectrum of Louise's intense climax.

Jesus!

Before I knew what was happening my cock started to spasm, and I jetted spurt after spurt of my milky goo into David's beautifully tight shit-hole.

I almost screamed.

I felt like I was having an out of body experience almost. Then David let out a staccato series of grunts, as his asshole contracted on my still tingling dick as he filled Louise's cunt with his sperm.

Fuck!

We all paused for about 30 seconds.

Given I was now the one pinning everyone down, I was the first to disentangle myself from the two warm sweaty bodies underneath me. I felt dizzy. I actually stood up, but then had to immediately sit down again.

David brushed against me as he climbed off of Louise. Louise then pushed herself off of the bed near the top. She first walked towards her dressing table, then turned to me. Looking deep into my eyes, she slowly approached me and gave me a warm delicate tongue kiss.

Then she leant away from me, and took a deep breath.

"Ron, that was something! David, thanks. I need to go to the bathroom. Fuck, my cunt is leaking cum everywhere."

David looked at me as Louise walked awkwardly into the bathroom.

"That wasn't really what I was expecting. Ron, we'll definitely keep in touch, right? Louise is awesome, but it's you I really want. I'm sorry I don't usually have these kinds of feelings, well not so quickly. But I have a deep affection for you, already. I'm sorry."

David leaned towards me and we kissed. I heard Louise flush, and I broke off. I quickly leaned into David's groin area where I lapped up Louise's sweet cunt juices mixed with the remains of David's cum from his soft dick.

I sat up just before Louise entered the room.

Louise walked to her dressing table, pulled a Marlboro from her pack, and lit up.

She turned to me.

"Ron, how about David and I show you our make-up video. But first, let's get my face all cleaned up before bedtime. David, you want to help me, and I'll help you?"

David stood up and approached the dresser as Louise pulled out some cotton wool and cleanser, and they both prepared to clean up. I moved up to the top of the bed and lay down. I was tired. Satisfied, but tired.

TO BE CONTINUED