Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 4
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Introductory note. This chapter carries on from the previous chapter where quite a lot happened (check it out if you haven't done so already). The chapter acts as a bridge between what happened between Ron, Louise, and Fabio, and what happens next between, ... well, wait and see. If "Wham bam thank you, mam!" is your thing, you might be a little bit disappointed with this chapter. But then when it all hots up again in Part 5, you'll maybe be missing a little context. I'd recommend you go with it, but I would say that, wouldn't I?
I woke with a start when Louise's phone alarm started chiming. That fucking English Big Ben bullshit, "Ding dong, ding dong", over and over again, super fucking annoying. It took me a couple of seconds to get my bearings. Shit. I was remembering.
"Ron, turn the alarm off will you baby", Louise said sleepily as I made sure to hit the Stop button rather than the Repeat button on Louise's iPhone.
I sat up and swiveled my legs over the side of the bed and put my bare feet on the carpeted floor.
I breathed in the smell of stale tobacco smoke. I glanced at the bedside clock. 7:31pm. I better get ready. I stood up and headed to the bathroom.
Louise re-opened her sleepy eyes, saw where I was going.
"Ron, after you've shaved, let me know. I'll get ready".
I entered the bathroom, pointed my half-swollen dick at the toilet bowl and started to piss. As I finished and shook my dick off, I felt a slight tenderness. Shit. Had I just fucked another hot guy in the ass? Two in two days. And had I really just watched Fabio deeply fuck my wife of 7 years? This was beginning to feel weird. I'd been a passive partner I felt, in the sense that I'd let Louise drive proceedings pretty much totally.
I really wanted to talk about this with Louise, and I decided to make a point of discussing our new setup over dinner, if I could. Or more likely back in the room after dinner, that seemed more realistic. The tables in Frenchies (officially the "Red Gables French Dining Room") were quite intimate but were also packed quite tightly. Deliberately, to give it that "French Bistro" feel. It was possible we might not be able to talk openly over dinner.
I flushed, then gave my hands a quick wash. The bathroom was small, and had a bathtub / shower combo. I realized a shower was the only option given the timing of our dinner reservation, although I'd have preferred a soak in the tub.
As I showered, I continued to try and deconstruct what had just happened in my mind. I felt I needed to somehow get my feelings across to Louise. There was still the jealousy aspect I couldn't shake. I was finding that hard to deal with right now. It wasn't a case of fair, or unfair. We'd both fucked Fabio after all. I was still unable to fully process having watched another guy stick his giant cock in my wife's cunt and heard him come in my wife's mouth. And only an hour-and-a-half previously.
I got out of the shower.
I heard Louise speak again.
"Baby. Can you get me a Coke Zero from the mini bar please?"
I started to re-fill the sink so I could shave and took a few steps back into the room to get Louise her drink. I noticed six lipstick stained cigarette butts in the ashtray on the nearby table. Fuck, it seemed like Louise had basically smoked her entire way through our threesome with Fabio.
"Here, babe", I prompted, as Louise reached up and grabbed the can, drinking thirstily.
"Thanks, Ron. You're the best"
Again, that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was I the best? Fabio had given Louise one of the most intense orgasms I could remember her having in years. I wondered again if I could deal the jealousy aspects of our new sexual arrangement. If we continued, I wondered how long it would be before I had to make some hard decisions. Or was I just being selfish? How did Louise feel about me getting intimate with another person? I was confused. Really fucking confused.
I shaved, then briefly stuck my head under the shower again to clear off all the soap from my face and ears.
I re-entered the room as Louise propped herself up in bed and clicked her lighter, putting flame to another cigarette. As she paused to light her cigarette with her full lips extended in a sensual pout, I could only stare as Louise's fantastic tits dangled over the bedsheets.
Louise sighed as she exhaled a plume of gray smoke towards the bedside unit. Then she leaned down on the bed again, squashing her sumptuous tits into the mattress.
"Ron, I'll need to buy more cigarettes when we get downstairs"
I sat down on the bottom of the bed and started to dry myself off. Shit, my cock still felt tender. I turned to Louise.
"Baby, you better start getting ready soon. They don't like late arrivals in the Frenchie. The maitre d' can be an asshole, as we should remember from that time they let our table go"
One weekend about two years ago, on another romantic getaway, we'd lost track of time during our afternoon lovemaking. After fucking four times in two hours, we'd got to the restaurant 30 minutes late, only to be told our table had been given to someone else. Chicken and fries at the bar had been fine, I guess. We'd laughed about our fuck up, got drunk on red coladas, and had another great fuck when we'd got back to our room. I'd fucked Louise from behind standing up outside on the balcony (we'd gotten a bigger room that trip). She told me afterwards she hoped that someone had been watching us fuck. That the thought someone might be watching had made her come harder.
But right now, that night seemed a long way in the past. I wondered if I would now judge everything in terms of "before I watched Fabio fuck my wife" and "after I watched Fabio fuck my wife".
Louise broke me out of my thoughts by leaning in and kissing me tenderly. It hit me then that I found the taste of tobacco on my wife's lips a turn- on. Although I'd hated Louise smoking when we were younger.
"Ron, I'm going to take a shower and then I'll make myself beautiful. If I'm not ready by eight-twenty, how about you head down to the French room and I'll catch up soon?"
"OK", I replied, "That probably makes sense".
Louise walked over to the bathroom, her half-smoked Marlboro dangling from her lips. Her body looked fantastic. It looked like Louise had been slimming. Fuck, that was another thing I hadn't noticed, or mentioned lately. Had I just sleep-walked into this whole fucking situation?
I dried off and walked to the closet to get dressed.
Louise shouted from the bathroom.
"The smart stuff, Ron. Your dress pants and the striped shirt I bought you. And your brown shoes. NOT the deck shoes."
This normal wife/husband badgering felt somehow dissonant. I couldn't forget the sight of Fabio's huge cock sliding in and out of Louise's cunt. Even as I remembered how much I'd enjoyed licking Fabio's balls, and finally tonguing Fabio's thick salty jizz out of my wife's pussy after he'd come. And how much I myself had enjoyed shooting my load in Fabio's ass a few minutes after. I really thought I needed to fix my head up, work out how to deal with these feelings I was having.
I dressed. Louise came out of the shower wearing the club bathrobe.
"Ron, when you go down can you do me two favors, please baby?"
I nodded.
"Can you go to the car and get the pack of my lenses from the glove box? And can you stop off at the night shop by reception and get me a pack of Marlboros?"
Louise paused thoughtfully.
"Actually, I'm pissed I'm going to have to wear my eyeglasses to dinner"
I replied that I'd head downstairs in 10 minutes, and told Louise not to worry, that she looked great in her glasses. She did. I was kind of hoping Louise's dinner attire was verging on "sexy secretary". She'd worn that look a few times, and her eyeglasses just topped the look.
It was 8:05pm. Knowing Louise, she had at least 45 minutes' prep time left.
"I'll go straight to the table, babe, OK?"
Louise had started putting her make-up on. She turned to me and smiled.
"OK, lover. I'm thinking you might want to play with the sexy Miss Moneyhoney later?"
It seemed corny, but we'd occasionally roleplayed with Louise in either secretary, or sometimes teacher mode. "Miss Moneyhoney" was the play name Louise would use. I'd have to call her that all the way through until she came.
"Miss Moneyhoney, what ARE you doing to my dick?". "Your pussy feels so wet, Miss Moneyhoney". "Are you SURE we should be doing this, Miss Moneyhoney?".
It occurred to me that our sex life had been a lot of fun until the kids came along. Same story for millions of married couples across America I suppose.
I went to the car first to pick up Louise's contact lenses, then bought a pack of Marlboro's from the club store. I checked my watch. 8:20pm. The French restaurant was out back, down a walkway behind the pool area, and located in a separate building. So, I thought I'd better go and claim our table.
The maitre d' had changed since our last visit. He got a male server to lead me to my table, and I sat down and ordered a vodka cranberry. If Louise was serious about a follow up to this afternoon's sexual acrobatics, the last thing I needed was a beer.
About 15 minutes later, I was sliding the ice cubes around my empty glass when Louise showed up. Damn! She looked amazing.
The server pulled out Louise's chair, and Louise handed the server a light brown woolen shoulder wrap as she sat down. She ordered a vodka on the rocks, while I asked the server to bring me a club soda. Given how beautiful Louise looked, I was really counting on some quality fuck time when we got back to the room. Maybe a really hot "normal" fuck, just the two of us, would put things back to how they were before the crazy events of these last few days.
I couldn't take my eyes off of Louise. She had freshened up her dark hair, which she'd pulled back and swept mostly to the right side of her face while she'd teased and curled the outer strands behind her ears on each side. It oozed that perfect 'almost messy but classy' look that seemed so in fashion. Louise's make up was done to perfection, subtle but provocative at the same time. Her dark eyes were finely lined with a thin eyeliner and were framed in a dark brown and gold eye shadow. She'd mascara-ed her lashes to emphasize their natural fullness. And of course, Louise was wearing her very feminine, and I thought, very sexy gold rimmed eyeglasses. Louise's full lips were coated in a brown shimmering lipstick which was also expertly applied and not too heavy.
Clothes-wise, Louise had chosen to wear a cream blouse, which had thin dark brown stripes running down it. She had it unbuttoned just so her sumptuous cleavage was visible through the slightly ruffled front of the garment. But she'd done it in such a way as to be not too obvious. It was at the level that it was clear she was a sensual mature woman who could be totally sexy without trying too hard.
Her outfit was finished off with a tight dark brown mid thigh-length pencil skirt, which accentuated Louise's hips. I was pretty sure she was wearing dark brown stockings rather than pantyhose, and her feet were wrapped in cream colored suede ankle pumps which matched her blouse in shade.
I picked up enough to realize that pretty much all of Louise's outfit was new. Next month's VISA bill was going to make my eyes water. I put that thought out of my mind.
"You look fucking amazing, Louise. Christ, I'm sorry, maybe I don't tell you enough how beautiful you are"
"You don't", Louise smiled, "But, I know you love me, Ron, especially after today"
I decided to bring it up, "Louise, about today, I ..."
Louise raised her hand. I immediately cut short what I was going to say.
"Ron, let's have dinner, talk about other things. After dinner, we'll have a nightcap in the bar, and when we're back in the room, we'll probably talk. And we'll see what happens. Deal?"
I replied "Deal" as our drinks arrived and our server for the night started to recommended appetizers to go with Louise's pre-ordered broiled fish, that night's "Healthy Option". The tilapia was priced by the pound and what with Louise's new clothes, and including the bill for tonight's room, it was all going to knock a major dent in this month's finances.
We ate, talking around the subject I wanted to talk about. Louise informed me that another of our friends, the Maloney's, Frank and Donna, were having "marriage troubles", and had started going to counseling. I didn't know what I felt about that. We'd gone out on a few restaurant trips in the past with the Maloney's, they'd been to our house, and we'd stayed round theirs. I'd also been out in Frank's company for beers on a few occasions and I knew he still thought of himself as some kind of "pussy hound". Donna was an attractive woman but had put on a lot of weight in her late 20s. Still, if you were into what the porno sites called "plumpers", you definitely wouldn't regret a roll in the hay with Donna. With her weight gain, Donna's already ample tits had about doubled in size. They were even bigger than Louise's. I wondered if Donna had caught Frank straying. Or if they'd argued about Donna's weight. Or even if Donna had been fucking around. Two New Years' eves ago, Donna had grabbed me for a celebratory kiss, and tongued me for about five minutes. She could kiss, that was for sure. I'd had to sit down for a few minutes afterwards to let my hardon subside.
As far as the meal went, I'd have preferred steak. But to be fair to Louise, the fish was delicious, and the meal diverted my thoughts a little. As did the ice-cold Chablis Louise had ordered (95 bucks for the bottle!).
After we'd had a final coffee, Louise suggested we go to the outdoor bar rather than into the main larger bar inside the club, so she could smoke. I'd almost hoped we'd go straight back to the room, but again here I was letting Louise call the shots. I still felt I couldn't argue, the guilt of my secret "Rudy fuck" keeping me docile.
We were in luck, we found a table near the white picket fence that separated the bar patio area from the foliage which obscured the thirteenth tee just beyond. Although if there was one spot where you'd usually get a table it was there. It was the furthest area from the bar and service could sometimes be slow. Plus, warnings about Lime's disease in the County had put off the more squeamish from sitting this close to the grassy edges of the golf course. Pussies, I thought.
Our waitress turned up soon after we sat down. Louise ordered two champagne cocktails, glanced at her iPhone, typed something in, then ripped open the pack of Marlboros I'd bought earlier. The flame from Louise's lighter bathed her face in a yellow glow as she inhaled deeply in the dim lighting of the outdoor bar's periphery where they had those solar things dotted around on the cork bedding that lined the inside of the fence. I think they were solar, but they shone at night, so I wasn't quite sure when I thought about it. Turning her head towards the foliage, Louise exhaled strongly, then took another shorter puff, before turning back and smiling at me.
"Ron, what happened this afternoon. I'm pleasantly surprised at how you're taking it all. If our first three-way had been with a girl, I'm not a hundred percent sure how I would have reacted. Especially if you had set me up with it without me knowing."
"Louise, I'm sorry for what's happened..."
Before I could finish what I was trying to say, Louise interjected.
"Ron, are you sorry about getting to fuck your first guy? Really? Tell me, please"
I nodded a silent "no". I saw myself coming in Rudy's ass the day before. Not my first guy, Louise was wrong.
"Then what are you sorry about?"
Louise looked up and stopped talking as our waitress delivered our fizzy drinks. I thanked the waitress as she departed, then turned back to Louise.
"Cheers!", she smiled at me. We clinked glasses, I took a deep sip on the sweet and sour champagne and cognac concoction.
Louise continued.
"Ron, what went down. It was wild, but you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. We enjoyed it, together. We both fucked Fabio. We both ate his come, it was me and you together. We both loved it. I could see how much you loved fucking Fabio in the ass. You fucking LOVED it."
I winced. What Louise was saying was true. I knew it, deep inside.
"Anyway, Ron. Imagine it had been us and a female. Would you feel this way? Would you feel like this now? If I'd eaten another woman's pussy. If we'd both fucked this other girl? If you'd switched pussies until you shot your load up one of us? Fucked the other girl's ass, maybe?"
It felt different. Would I have been jealous? I thought I probably would have, I loved Louise totally. But I think I'd have been jealous in a different way.
Louise stubbed out her cigarette. Pulled another free from her pack, clicked her lighter and inhaled.
From my left side, I felt a movement. A tall short haired blonde woman in a red jacket waved an unlit cigarette in Louise's direction.
"Got a light?"
Louise smiled deeply as she put fire to our guest's cigarette.
As our "guest" turned around, I gasped audibly.
"Hi, Ron!" smiled Debbie, "Mind if I join you two lovers?"
I gulped. As I mouthed a quiet "no", our waitress reappeared.
"Three more of these Hun", directed Louise.
I didn't know what to say. I felt like I'd lost my voice these last couple of days. Like I'd just silently gone along with what Louise had wanted. I felt like I was unable to snap out of it.
Debbie giggled as Louise told her what a fantastic day we'd had, thankfully without going into too much detail. Although I felt that Debbie maybe knew the gist of what had happened. Had Louise been texting Debbie on her iPhone a few minutes ago?
I downed what remained of my champagne cocktail, bittersweet partially dissolved sugar cube included.
I managed eventually to say something.
"Well, Debbie, what brings you here?"
Debbie and Louise both started to laugh. Almost hysterically.
It was Louise who answered.
"Ron, what do YOU think?"
I almost jumped out of my seat as Debbie placed her right hand on the inside of my thigh. And squeezed gently.
Debbie took a draw on her cigarette, tilted her head up and exhaled into the night air, then turned to Louise. Louise was the one who was in command.
"Ron, I want Debbie to come up with us to the room. Only if you agree, though. What do you say?'
I took a deep drink of champagne cocktail number two. Louise was looking at me intently. I glanced at Debbie, who also stared at me, smiling in expectation.
Debbie was a very attractive woman. I'd fantasized about fucking her many times, mostly before her breakup with Jon. Maybe that was why I'd freaked when Debbie had dumped Jon for her new lover, Alain. Maybe I'd thought I'd missed my opportunity, or that if Debbie had wanted to fuck another guy it should have been me.
Tonight, Debbie looked as good as I can remember seeing her, certainly since our college years.
Debbie was thinner and taller than Louise. After she'd finished with Jon, she'd cut her natural blonde hair short. It was expensively styled to achieve that "just out of bed" look. Her makeup showed hints of red and gold. Her bright red lips looked perfect as she sucked deeply on her cigarette.
She was wearing a longish red jacket, slightly padded at the shoulders, with long thin shawl style lapels reaching down to her waist. It looked like it probably cost a fortune. The sensuality of Debbie's look was emphasized by the deep plunge black v-line top she was wearing. It exposed the center of her chest almost to her navel, the inner curves of her firm perky tits visible at each side of the "V".
Debbie's tits were not in the same league as Louise's, but I'd dreamed of sucking them many times as I'd jerked off thinking about doing Louise's best friend. In fact, I would have been lying if I'd said I hadn't fantasized about fucking Debbie several times while I'd fucked Louise during what I classified our "routine" phase of coupling.
Debbie's boobs were not too small, and they were nicely firm and round. Despite her thin stature, no-one would ever call Debbie flat-chested. Louise had once told me one of Debbie and Jon's problems had arisen because Jon asked Debbie to get a boob-job. I cringed as I remembered Louise asking me if I'd thought Debbie's tits were hot as they were, and I'd actually said "yes".
A closer look at Debbie's slim waist made me realize that what I thought were black ultra-tight pants going with her outfit weren't pants. Debbie was wearing a black deep plunge jumpsuit, a one piece.
Debbie had always been the prettiest of Louise's friends, the one who the guys had all gone for when we used to go out when we were college kids. She had gone with a slightly punky look at college, looking almost like a youthful Debbie Harry. A couple of times when we were on drunken nights out I'd almost crossed the line and tried to make a pass at Debbie, but I'd almost always fucked it up so badly so it didn't seem like a pass, or Debbie had just been really emotionally aware and pointed me back to my soulmate Louise.
I'd once actually walked in on Debbie getting fucked on the living room floor when Louise and I stayed over at a kid's house whose parents were away on a Europe trip. I'd stood transfixed for maybe five seconds, then tip-toed to the bathroom, but from under the grunting jock who was pounding her pussy with his hard cock, Louise had caught my eye and smiled at me. Fuck, she even blew me a kiss over the guy's shoulder without him noticing.
I looked at Louise, then Debbie, then back to Louise who took a last deep drag on her Marlboro before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the table.
"Really?", I said, looking Louise in the eye, before turning to Debbie.
"Really", Louise said.
A pause.
"Really", repeated Debbie.
I looked one final time back at Louise.
"OK", I managed to say.
Louise smiled. "Let's finish these drinks, settle up, and go upstairs. Ron, when she comes back, ask the waitress to give us an ice-bucket and a bottle of champagne to go".
TO BE CONTINUED