Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 46

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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We'd driven about five minutes in silence when Cara started up a conversation.

"Ron, I really like Louise. You seem like a decent guy, too. In fact, you're probably one in a million. But, can I ask? Are you OK with Louise and me, well, having a 'thing'?"

I asked Cara what exactly she meant? I tried not to sound edgy, or annoyed. I hadn't thought of Louise and Cara having a 'thing'. I mean this was all about casual sex, no emotional ties. Wasn't it?

Cara's phone buzzed. She quickly looked at the screen then turned her attention back to me.

"Well, Ron, you know that Louise and I have, you know, had sex, right? She told me she told you. It wasn't a surprise last night, was it?"

I confirmed it wasn't. Although I didn't think Louise and Cara had a regular thing going. As far as I knew, they'd had sex a couple of times. Maybe Cara was a bit fucked-up in the head I started to think. Or maybe I should be worried.

"I'm glad you're cool with it all. I mean last night. Louise basically arranged for her husband, that is, quote/unquote, you, to fuck me. Without asking him. I mean, without asking 'you'. I was sure you wouldn't object, not many men turn down a threesome. Louise told me not to worry. That you'd do what she told you to."

I frowned. I didn't like the way the chat had gone. I also was trying to work out where Cara was ultimately going with this.

Cara kept on talking.

"Anyway, when Louise invited me to your house, I made sure to ask her to make sure you knew we had, well, you know, 'history'."

I was trying hard not to sound annoyed. To seem like I was cool with everything. I imagined that was how I was meant to act. One half of a sexually liberated couple. I felt Cara looking at me as I drove. I thought I better say something, even if just to be polite.

"Yeah, she mentioned about you getting together. How you met at the mall a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh!" Cara replied. She sounded surprised.

Cara stopped talking. She then went into her purse, and rustled around for something. I thought she might be looking for a cigarette. From the side of my eye it looked like she had retrieved a shiny plastic lighter.

"Sorry, Cara, is it OK if you don't smoke in the car, please?"

"No Ron, it's not that. I wasn't..", Cara's voice filtered out.

Cara put her hand back in her purse, put the thing, the lighter, whatever it was, back inside.

"Ron, sorry, can we stop off at the mall? I just realized I need something from the office. Shit, I'm sorry. At least it's on the way to my apartment. It's not too much out of our way."

I felt I couldn't really refuse, and it was, as Cara said, en route, so I swung a right at the next turn and drove to the mall. We arrived there about five minutes later.

Cara directed us to the section of the parking lot nearest to her store. I was ready to wait in the car, but Cara asked me to accompany her.

Right then my phone buzzed. It was a text message. Louise.

-- Ron. Tired. Going to bed. Bring some Advil & Pizza for later. Don't wake me.

Cara looked at me.

"Everything OK?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Louise is hungover. She's having a sleep. Looks like I have to go to Walmart."

Cara smiled.

"Ron, it's near Sandy's clocking off time. Sandy works Sundays for me. I'll close the store early but there might be some cash takings. I'd really feel happier if you came with me. Please, Ron?"

Again, I wasn't ecstatic about things, but felt I couldn't refuse. I had already started to think I didn't want to see Cara again. I'd tell Louise later.

At least I didn't have to rush home now. So I locked the car and walked into the mall with Cara using a side service entrance that Cara had a key for. The mall was open, but I guessed this must have been a short-cut. We headed past some dumpsters, then down a short stairwell to Cara's store on the lower-ground. Cara's little 'boutique'. Cara's heels clicked loudly on the hard floor as we walked.

Although Cara was wearing the same clothes as the night before, she looked fresh enough. She wore her black woolen coat open. Her hair was pretty much as it was the night before, although she was wearing slightly less make-up.

We left the stairwell and I saw we'd come out right next to Cara's store. I pushed open the glass front door for Cara, then went in behind her.

After we entered, Cara walked up to whom I presumed was 'Sandy'. Sandy was a young-ish girl, early to mid 20s I'd say, possibly still at college, oriental looking and quite pretty. Skinny, small breasts, not really my type. She had long dark hair tied back and I noticed she had lots of piercings round both of her ears. Her bare arms were covered in tattoos, down to just above her wrists. Sleeves, I think they were called. I took in her face again. Strangely, I felt sure that I'd seen her before. Recently, even. But I couldn't think where.

Sandy greeted me with a pleasant smile, and shook my hand. She then gave Cara a quick rundown of the day. She told Cara she'd done a couple of sales. Credit card customers, not expensive items.

"Sandy, sorry, shit, I've been rude. This is Ron. Ron is Louise's husband."

When Cara introduced me as "Louise's husband", Sandy's look changed and it seemed to me that she blushed a little. I felt maybe she knew about Cara and Louise's fling, and it pissed me off thinking about it. Was there more to this Louise and Cara thing than I realized?

Cara looked over at a door towards the back, behind a small oval sales counter.

"Sandy, you can go now. You've got your keys, right?"

"Yes, Cara. I'll open up next Sunday morning, OK?"

"Thanks, honey. I just need to get something from the office, and I'll be closing up early. I'll pay you 'til 4, of course. See you next week."

Sandy said goodbye to Cara, and I noticed her give me a furtive glance as she walked out. Cara followed a couple of steps behind her. I watched as Cara put a 'Closed' sign on the door section of the glass storefront, before clicking the metal lock shut.

"OK, Ron, come through to the office, I won't be long."

I followed Cara through the door behind the counter, which opened into a small office. Cara closed the door behind us. I wondered for a second if Cara was going to ask me for a fuck. I wasn't a hundred percent sure if I wanted her to or not. She'd been bugging me with the tone and direction of her conversation in the car. I decided if she made a move, I'd turn her down.

Cara took a couple of steps away from me, and started rummaging in a cabinet. She was obviously looking for something. She took her time. I was beginning to feel a little impatient.

I looked at my watch. I thought that might give Cara a hint. She carried on, oblivious.

"Cara, can we go soon please?"

"Sure, Ron, one minute. Damn. Not here. Sandy must have moved them."

Cara next stepped over to a small desk which had a PC on top. The PC was on, and I could see the screen. It had a four-way split visible that showed what looked like live pictures of the front of the store from outside (Camera 1), a camera pointing out from the front window onto the mall floor immediately in front of the store (Camera 2), the main store area we'd just come from (Camera 3), and the office we were now in (Camera 4). I could see myself and Cara in front of me over her desk in the Camera 4 shot. The pictures were very clear. I looked up and saw the camera lodged in the ceiling over the desk.

Cara was now deep in one of her desk drawers.

"OK, I need this. Oh, and yes, this. Ron, take a seat."

There were two brown leather padded seats in the office. The kind that swiveled.

"Cara, can we hurry it up, please?"

Cara looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Ron, I know we talked some about this, but you're not the jealous type are you? When it comes to Louise and other people I mean? I get that you have some misgivings when other guys are involved. That's only natural I think. I was like that with Beverley, my ex-girlfriend. I thought she was my soulmate for a while. Hated it when she fooled around with other people. She said it was part of her youthful spirit, but I couldn't ever get used to it. And then when more and more things started going on behind my back, well, that was never part of our deal I felt. You play this kind of game, I think there has to be trust. But you know that."

Fuck. I wondered if this was just Cara being lonely. Or if there was some other point to her ramblings. I just wished that she'd hurry the fuck up. I didn't even attempt to answer.

Once again, Cara bent down over her desk. Then she sat up straight. Fuck, how long was she going to take?

I now noticed she'd retrieved two items from her desk drawer. A pack of Marlboro Golds, and a silver USB stick. Fuck me - we'd come to her store for a packet of smokes? No, I guess it was the USB stick she needed.

Cara popped the lid on the pack of cigarettes. Fuck, now she was going to have a smoke?

"Cara, can we go? You can smoke outside while we walk to the car, no?"

But Cara didn't take a cigarette from the pack. She pushed her fingers in quite deep and extracted a small clear polythene pouch and what looked like a tiny metal spoon. Like the kind from a kids' chemistry set. Holy Shit! I couldn't believe it.

"Sorry, Ron, best hangover cure ever for me. Beats a Bloody Mary hands down."

I watched as Cara dipped the spoon into the pouch, placed it under her left nostril, and snorted. She repeated the action, the second time filling her right nostril, before tidying her nose and looking at me.

"Ron? Join me?"

I sighed.

"Cara, fuck. No. This is bullshit, I'm going now. And you can make your own way home, sorry."

Cara laughed.

"Jesus, Ron, chill the fuck out."

I made a move towards Cara's office door.

"Ron! STOP!"

The loudness of Cara's voice involuntarily caused me to pause. I don't know why. Possibly just my innate 'pussyness' when it comes to women.

"Ron, I need to show you something. And you need to see it."

"Fuck it, Cara, I'm out of here."

I put my hand on the door handle. Before I could leave, Cara spoke again.

"Ron, I strongly suggest we watch this together, now. Trust me. You need to see this."

Cara laughed. Not very pleasantly, before adding, "Oh, fuck, yes you do."

I hesitated. Where the fuck was this going?

"Fuck off, Cara." I still didn't open the door however.

"Ron, be the nice guy I think you are and take a seat. Maybe when you've watched this, you'll thank me."

Cara put the USB stick into a slot on her desk PC. She looked over at me.

"Actually, you know what, Ron? Go home. Go home to your loving sexually liberated wife. Christ, Louise was right! You are a pussy. Real good in the sack, but still, at heart you're a fucking pussy!"

I was angry now.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Cara?"

"Come and see Ron, come and see!"

Against my better judgement, I took my hand off of the door handle. I walked over to Cara's desk and stood behind her as she lit a cigarette.

Cara minimized the security cams window, and flipped onto a folder. She then pressed play on a movie file she'd loaded from the USB stick. As it loaded I could see that it was more security footage from the office we were now standing in. 'Camera 4' was displayed at the bottom left of the screen. It was dark, and not much was visible, I could just about make out the desk and the outline of a chair, one of Cara's office chairs.

Cara hit pause.

"OK, Ron, first things first. Date and time. Top right, in the corner. Last Thursday, 10:35pm. Mall closes at 10. Now, before I go on, quick question. You ever seen Sandy before? Think hard."

I'd thought Sandy looked familiar. I told Cara that she looked familiar, but I couldn't place her.

I looked back at the frozen screen. I focused top right. There it was. "2019/02/21 10:35:02 PM". So Thursday just past.

"Well, Ron, Sandy works three jobs. She dropped out of college, and she's been finding it tough to make ends meet. Anyway, she works Sunday here. She does bar work on a Saturday, little place downtown. It's next to that Sushi place, the good one, the one that wins awards. You must have been there. If not, take Louise, it's great. Anyway, back to Sandy. Some afternoons she works phones at a local Real Estate office. I think you know which office. She's been doing extra shifts lately, covering for that Mexican girl, the one on maternity leave. Louise told me her name, I forget."

I felt my heart stop beating for a few seconds. Sandy worked at Bill's? Had I seen her at Bill's cookout? She knew Louise from work? I wracked my brain. Where had I seen her before?

As I ran things through my confused brain, the slow realization that I was liking this less and less by the minute flowed over me.

"OK, Ron, so it's 10:35pm. See who comes in? Thank fuck she knows how to do the alarm now. She used to trip the alarm first few times I let her open up."

I watched as the office lights came on. After an initial bright flicker, everything in the shot becomes visible. The picture quality is very clear. The room is empty for a few seconds, then the office door opens inwards at the right of the screen, and Sandy walks in. She's wearing tight dark three-quarter length pants and a long-sleeved light-colored T-shirt, and is carrying what looks like a short leather jacket which she throws into the corner of the room on the right. She turns back towards the door.

Cara again hits pause.

"Now, Sandy has got a regular boyfriend. She stays with him and his sister. Let's just say the guy wouldn't be your first choice marrying your daughter, if you hear what I'm saying. He's a dick. I've met him a few times. Not a very nice guy. His fucking sister is a nightmare too."

Cara took a draw on her cigarette and turned round. "Ron, keep watching, it's gonna get interesting VERY soon."

I stood there silent for a few moments as Cara looked up at me. Then she turned back to the PC, stuck her cigarette in an ashtray to her left and pressed play again.

"So, Sandy met someone at the Irish Bar she goes to for a drink after work. And she can't take him home. Not to her boyfriend's place. Here he comes. Lookie here .."

I watch the screen as Sandy turns back to the door, reaches out her hand and leads a guy into the office. Pulls him into the middle of the floor. Sandy is laughing. Cara hits pause.

FUCK! It's Rudy. Jesus H Christ!

But now I'm really confused. How could Cara know about me and Rudy? What the fuck is going on? Did Louise..? Did Louise suspect, speak to Cara? Before I can finish my train of thought, Cara continues.

"OK, Ron, you ready for the rest? Here goes."

Cara pressed play again.

Sandy grabs Rudy, and they start to kiss. It's definitely Thursday night, Rudy has the same clothes on he had in the picture message he sent me. The selfie with Louise and him together.

Then my head nearly explodes.

Rudy and Sandy stop kissing as Louise walks into the office and proceeds to kiss Sandy, before French-kissing Rudy passionately. Then Louise kneels down and looks to undo Rudy's pants. It looks that way, her head is partially obscured.

Cara clicks pause again.

I feel like I'm going to faint. I try to wake myself up from what has to be a nightmare. I actually almost fall over.

I stare back at the screen. Sandy smiling. Louise looking serious as her hand is touching Rudy's groin.

Cara's voice breaks me out of it.

"Ron, you want to watch the rest? I'm not being funny, but it's actually top rate amateur porno."

I was hyperventilating. I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen.

"Play it!" I said from in between clenched teeth.

I watched all 10 minutes 48 seconds of the footage.

From Louise first gobbling on Rudy's cock as Sandy and Rudy kiss; Louise stripping off and Rudy and Sandy sucking her tits; Sandy eating Louise's cunt while she was sprawled on Cara's desk, Rudy behind them getting naked; Louise and Sandy, Sandy now undressing, double blowing Rudy; Rudy fucking Sandy on the desk; followed by Rudy shafting Louise from behind on the office floor while she eats Sandy's cunt as she's spread-eagled on the office chair; before Rudy returns to shaft petite Sandy on the desk again, and from the expression on Rudy's face at the 9 minute 45 second mark, right then he's filling her no doubt tight young cunt full of his seed. It finishes with Louise lighting a cigarette as she sits back in the free chair, still naked.

I was just thankful there wasn't any sound.

Cara stopped the playback with Louise frozen mid screen, drawing in deeply on her cigarette, a satisfied look on her face. Cara turned round in her chair to face me.

"It gets boring now. Sandy has a smoke. Everybody gets dressed and goes home."

My mouth was dry.

Cara stubbed out what was left of her cigarette. Before I knew what was happening, Cara placed her hand firmly on my crotch.

"Wow! That's some hard-on. I knew it. I fucking KNEW it! Ron, you actually like watching Louise get fucked. It turns you on!"

I started to stutter. But I froze and did nothing as Cara quickly unzipped my pants and skillfully freed my aching hard-on.

Cara didn't even look up at me as she licked a small residue of pre-cum from the tip of my dick, before swallowing my member. She started to suck on my tool and I lost control almost immediately. I shot my load into Cara's mouth within 10 seconds of her starting to blow me.

Christ! I wasn't even sure what had come over me! I never came this quickly. I kept my eyes fixed on the image of Louise on the screen as I let out a long silent breath as I ejaculated wildly into Cara's mouth.

After a few seconds, Cara stood up. She further took me by surprise when she forced her tongue into my mouth. I opened my lips and realized she was pushing a portion of my own come into my mouth. I'd swallowed a healthy portion of my own salty goo before I totally realized what was happening.

Cara withdrew her lips from mine.

"Ron, there's one last thing I need to show you."

Cara reached into her purse. She took out another USB stick. I realized that was what she'd had in her hand in the car earlier. It was silver.

She ejected the USB stick that contained Louise's fuck movie, and replaced it with the one she'd taken from her purse.

"Cara.."

"Ron honestly. It's not too bad, but again it's something I think you need to see."

Cara opened up a folder full of jpegs. She double-clicked on the first file. A picture opened, full-screen.

Shit! Louise again. Louise naked again. On the chair facing the camera, legs spread wide. Pulling her own tits upwards, with both her nipples pinched tight. Looking like she was having an orgasm, a pure porno cumshot facial expression covering her face.

"OK, Ron. That's me between your wife's legs. Giving her that orgasm."

I saw the back of Cara's white hair, it was a blue-ish white, not pink, in the photograph. I could see Cara's back muscles tensed and I imagined Cara's tongue straining, pressing down hard on Louise's clitoris. I saw Cara's tattoos. No doubt it was Cara.

"Ron, it's good ol' 'Camera 4' again. Look at the date. Go on. See it?"

I looked carefully at the top right corner of the still photograph.

"2019/01/10 11:00:41 PM"

I swallowed. "So, Cara.."

"Yes, Ron. Thursday night. Six weeks ago. So Louise may have been, how will I say it, economical with the truth, if she told you we met two weeks ago. We met long before that, although that night was our first real sexual encounter. We'd talked about doing it for a while. Eventually it happened."

I looked at Cara. I was angry. But more than that I felt betrayed. Louise. Rudy. FUCK, Rudy! What the fuck was going on? Had Rudy told Louise about our thing? Shit, I was a mix of angry, upset, confused, I felt my insides turning upside down. Cara's voice broke me out of my inner turmoil.

"Louise doesn't know I have the movie, with Sandy, and that guy. The pictures of us, me and her, she knows about. I actually brought that USB stick with me last night. We had discussed showing you, but she decided not to look at them with you. I was going to leave the USB stick with Louise, but I forgot. Hangover, I guess."

I stood there in a daze. I was actually about to sit down when Cara put her hand on my arm.

"Ron, no. Let's go. You can drive me home."

"Cara, why .. ?"

"Ron, we can talk some in the car. Let's go."

Cara switched the PC off. She handed me both the USB sticks, which I pocketed. Then we left the store and both walked back to my car.

TO BE CONTINUED