Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 49

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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Louise devoured her two slices of pizza in relative silence, if you don't count the chewing and swallowing noises she made. She'd been hungry. I didn't try to start up a conversation. But while we ate, I wondered how our 'serious talk', which I knew was coming, was going to go.

When we'd finished eating, Louise picked up the pizza box and took it into the kitchen. When she came back into the living room she'd poured herself another drink, a vodka tonic by the looks of it. She also had a bottle of beer in her hand, which she gave to me. Louise lit a cigarette and sat down on the sofa.

"Ron, let's talk. C'mon, over here."

Louise patted the space on the sofa next to her. I walked over and sat down where she'd indicated. Louise didn't seem to be tense, at least as far as I could tell. Physically she was quite relaxed. But I knew Louise could often seem outwardly calm, even when she was angry.

"OK, Ron. First. I know about you and Rudy. And I know that you now know about me and Rudy. I knew Cara would show you the security footage from Thursday night. God, I dropped enough hints when I was telling her to bring our little picture set over last night. She called me and told me all about your little afternoon session. By the way, she says you're a good ass- fucker."

"Louise, .. I, .."

"Ron, hold on a minute. You can talk soon, OK?"

I sat back, took a drink of beer.

"Ron, I've warned you about going it alone. I get the gay stuff. I mean I don't have a dick, and you seem to love dick, so, whatever. But I thought we'd agreed? We've talked about this before. After your David thing.

"So, Ron. I've now fucked a guy behind your back. And sure, I didn't choose Rudy by accident. If it hadn't happened with him and Sandy in Cara's office, and that was a pure fluke Thursday night, I would have done it with him anyway. I was going to fuck him on Friday afternoon. Here. In our bed."

I tensed.

"Louise, I get that you're angry. I .."

Louise held her hand up.

"Ron, you fucked Rudy even before I set you up with Fabio. That for me was the icing on the cake. All this stuff I did, to give you the opportunity to express your homosexuality, and all along it was a lie from the beginning. A private joke that you played on me. Fuck, I was so stupid. So trusting. That actually upsets me, Ron. A lot. That I didn't even have this with you from the start. That you'd already cheated on me with a guy."

"Louise, none of this would have happened if you hadn't fucked around with Bill that night."

Louise burst out laughing. She took a long drag on her Marlboro once she'd recovered. As Louise held her cigarette, a single straight line of smoke was blowing into my face. I waved it away with my hand, unsuccessfully.

"Jesus, Ron. Puhhleeeese! Don't patronize me. Don't even kid yourself for one fucking minute that by now you would not have had sex with a guy. You couldn't fucking stop yourself. It's who you are. Be honest with yourself. OK? Maybe we wouldn't have done what we've done together. But you know what, Ron? I would have known. Oh yes I would. And we'd have already been finished. Fuck, we'd probably actually be fucking divorced by now."

I thought about what Louise had said. I sighed. The smoke from Louise's cigarette was still jet-streaming into my face. It was fucking annoying.

"You're probably right", was all I could say in response to what Louise had said.

"OK, Ron. At least you admit it. Now, what I want to know is pretty simple. I don't want to be here again, having this same fucking conversation, about you and some other guy, some other time, over and over a-fucking-gain.

"So here it is. From now on, any sex, that is not sex between just you and I, that you want to have, with a guy, a girl, or anything in-between, it has to be together. TOGETHER. I actually mean it. Together, OK? If there's ever a situation, like when you were in Boston, where we're apart, I'm now saying, that doesn't happen. It can't happen from now on. I can't trust you. Not when it comes to this. Not anymore."

"Louise, I'm sorry."

"You know what Ron, I think you actually are sorry. But this is it. Last chance saloon. If you can't deal with this, man up, tell me, and we'll go our separate ways. I like a lot about our new sex life, but I do not like your dishonesty. Jesus, your fucking jealousy is bad enough. Now, if you say to me, Louise, let's just put our wild spell down to experience, let's get back to normality in the bedroom, put the Genie back in the bottle, well, think long and hard about it. I can give it a go, if you can. I'm with my mom and the boys up at the lake for a week starting Tuesday.."

"Shit", I whispered.

"You forgot? Jesus, Ron. Sometimes I wonder about you!"

I actually had totally forgotten.

"So, Ron. When I come home from the lake house. Here's what you need to think about. Your choices. It's one of the following.

"Option one, you decide to live life alone as a bisexual man, and we're through.

"Option two, we go back to leading our lives as a normal married couple. I can deal with that, I'm pretty sure I can. I think so. Fuck, what is 'normal' anyway?

"Option three, we carry on exploring our sexuality together with other people. But, and this is a big BUT, we're totally on the same page from now on until forever, and we ONLY EVER play together.

"And to make it clear, there's no option four. So don't give me any bullshit alternatives. You make your choice based on what I just gave you. And that's it."

"Louise, I don't want to lose you."

"Even though I fucked Rudy on Thursday, Ron?"

I shuddered a little.

"Louise, that, .. well, I think Rudy's played us.."

"Ron, maybe he's played YOU. He never played ME. If it was anybody, YOU fucking played me."

"But Louise, he told you about me and him. He shouldn't have done that. He did it to.."

"Ron, he did it to 'what' exactly? Fuck, Rudy's a male bimbo. Give him some alcohol and he's like a kid on E-numbers. He couldn't keep a secret if he tried. There was no big confessional, no dramatic 'kiss and tell'. We were drinking a couple Thursdays ago after work, and we were chatting. He was drunk. You came up in the conversation. He told me he thought he loved you. Then he tried to backtrack. It wasn't hard for me to get the whole truth out of him. There was no scheming on his part. Just some drunken stupidity and a tendency to be too open."

Louise took a last pull on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"Ron, this is a good deal I'm giving you. And it's the only deal I'm giving you. A week, slightly more. Decide what you want. Tell me. Then from that point on, we both know where we stand, and we live our lives accordingly."

"OK, Louise. But I know now.."

"Ron. Not now! This conversation is over. Put the TV on. And get me another drink."

I fixed Louise another vodka tonic in the kitchen and got myself another beer.

When I sat back down, Louise looked at me.

"One last thing, and then we don't talk about this shit until I'm back from the lake. Cara's coming over here for dinner on Thursday. Her favorite's steak. We've got some filet in the freezer, take it out on Wednesday night. Buy some A1 Steak Sauce, she loves that too. I'll text you and remind you. Anyway, show her a good time. You have my permission, this one last time. I think she's quite taken with me. It'll break her heart when I call it off. If I call it off. That all depends on your decision, Ron."

==

I look back now at the week that followed as a confused reaction to Louise's ultimatum. At least that's what I tell myself now.

First, early on Monday morning, I got the boys from Louise's mom's place and brought them home.

Then, as soon as I got to the office, I set up a 6pm meeting with Linda Ware for Tuesday night, the first night Louise would be away. I was less certain now that I'd fuck Linda than I had been. I decided to play it by ear. Part of me though felt guilty for leading her on. Fuck it, I'd deal with it on Tuesday.

Monday lunchtime, I texted Rudy back on my burner cellphone. I told him that things were off for now. I waited ten minutes, there was no reply, then sent another text saying I knew about 'Thursday night'. Then I turned my 'play phone' off.

Louise and I hadn't fucked on Sunday night, and neither did we on Monday. Louise had told me not to try, she wanted my mind to be clear that what was at stake was our marriage. She was showing me she wasn't a pushover, I guess.

==

Louise left for the lake cabin on Tuesday morning. I had a fairly quiet schedule planned, except for the meeting with Linda Ware later in the day.

At lunchtime I got a text on my regular cellphone from an unknown number.

• Hi. Cara here. 8 o'clock Thursday OK? Anything I should bring?

I added Cara's number to my contacts and told her just to bring herself. I was assuming we'd be fucking, but I decided I'd check with Louise on Thursday afternoon to ensure I hadn't misread her intentions.

Midafternoon, I faked a sudden urgent client visit and headed home to freshen up for my 'meeting' with Linda Ware.

When I'd smartened myself up I watched some TV, before I drove to Linda's office, arriving just before our pre-arranged meeting start.

I entered Linda's office to find her sitting at her desk alone. It looked like her assistant had gone for the night.

Linda beamed when she saw me.

"Ron, so glad you could make it. I've booked us a table at an Italian over in Hartsdale. I thought it would be more discreet. Plus it's closer to my house. You like Italian, right?"

I didn't answer directly. Everybody liked fucking Italian cooking, right? I decided to immediately go into flattery mode.

"Linda, you look great!"

The thing was, Linda did look good. I'd never found her massively attractive. I mean she was in the 'would fuck' category for sure. But she really looked good tonight.

In the 30 seconds since I'd entered Linda's office, I'd already made up my mind to fuck her. This could be my last secret fling with another woman, given I'd already decided that the option that saw me and Louise breaking up was not the option I'd be choosing. So, 'one last time', I told myself.

Linda smiled at me.

"Oh, Ron, you charmer. Flattery will get you everywhere!"

I sat down opposite Linda and put a folder on her desk.

"Linda, I have your report here. I also emailed an electronic copy to your web people, cc you. Is there anything you'd like to go over?"

"No, Ron, it's fine. Please, just send your invoice to Maxine as usual."

Maxine was Linda's PA.

Linda stood up.

She was once again nicely dressed, very professionally attired in a light brown work suit with a long-ish jacket over a short skirt. Underneath she had on an open-necked black blouse, the collar was out over the lapels of her jacket. Her shapely legs were encased in sheer black nylons, stockings I hoped, and she had what looked like brand-new shiny black patent leather high-heels on her feet.

Linda's blonde hair was down, but tied back, exposing her ears. Around her neck she had on a jeweled cross necklace, and was wearing matching studded diamond earrings that looked like they cost a packet.

Her makeup was work-mode subtle, although it looked like she'd painted her lips a shiny orangey-red color more in tune with a woman going on a date. Which I suppose she was. Or rather, we were.

Linda took off her glasses, they were leopard-spot patterned, not the red- framed ones she'd worn at our last meeting, and put them in her purse.

"Ron, you drive, OK? We can be there in fifteen minutes. I've reserved a table for seven, but we can have a cocktail at the bar before we eat."

The talk on the drive over was neutral. Linda mentioned that business had been good. She'd done a deal the previous week with a Swiss company to transport what she referred to as 'product' to West Africa, and she'd treated herself to the necklace and earrings she was wearing.

I mentioned that I'd noticed them earlier and thought they looked very expensive.

She just chuckled. "Ron, what else would I spend my money on? Me being a single spinster and all?"

I reassured Linda that I didn't think of her as a spinster.

"Ron, you always say the nicest things. Anyway, we can discuss our personal issues after dinner, OK? Let's keep things happy while we eat, OK?"

I wondered how much of the truth I was going to tell Linda about Louise and me, or if I would just make some shit up. 'My wife doesn't understand me' type bullshit, the sort of thing I thought that Linda would want to hear. I got the impression she really wanted to learn about all about my personal 'issues'. As a prelude, I hoped, to sympathetically fucking my brains out.

==

The meal was good. I made a conscious effort to avoid anything with garlic in it. Or too much garlic, anyway. I kept away from the fish too. Even though I carried a small can of Altoids in the car.

I'd told Linda upfront I'd take care of the check.

"Expenses. You're a valued client, Linda!".

I did wonder how my boss would react when he saw a one-hundred-eighty dollar bottle of Valpolicella Ripasso Superiore 2012 on the expense claim, which Linda chose and proceeded to drink three quarters of as we ate. I got one glass, which was OK I guess, seeing as I was driving.

After the meal, I made a quick call to Louise from the parking lot (a not- so-white-lie, I told her I'd gone out to eat with a work colleague after working late) while Linda smoked a cigarette. Then I drove Linda home. It was about a fifteen minute drive. Linda had a large place in Elmsford, not too far from the Hudson River. It looked way too big for a single person. It also looked like it was worth well North of a million bucks, probably more, I wasn't the realtor in the family. Whatever, the toxic waste business looked like it was a profitable one.

We entered the house through a dimly-lit long hallway which led to Linda's living room. Linda switched the lights on. My eyes adjusted to the light.

The living room was very big, and was furnished in a modern style. A large off-white plush curved sofa, it probably comfortably sat five, and three matching round chairs, were placed around a large rug in the center of a dark wood floor. A pair of dark glass coffee tables, one large, one small were in the center. The wall facing the sofa had a large marble fireplace in the middle of a mirrored wall. The full wall was mirrored.

Linda clicked on another switch which closed the drapes on floor-to-ceiling glass doors that made up the far wall. The gas fire also flamed into life.

Linda walked over to the curved sofa and sat down.

"Ron, please. Sit down. Come and join me."

I sat down next to Linda who immediately grabbed me and started kissing me, urgently, forcing her tongue deep in my mouth. I thought she wanted fucked right here, right now, so I was a little surprised when Louise withdrew her face from mine and put her finger to my lips.

"Ron, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, Linda, ask away."

"Ron, well, you don't have to. But I'd find it an amazing turn-on if you did."

I was intrigued.

"Tell me, Linda. Your wish is my command," I joked. Well, half-joked.

"Ron, can you stand over there, on the rug. And undress? Take all of your clothes off. Please?"

It wasn't the weirdest thing I'd ever heard. Although I wondered where this might be leading. I got up and took three steps to the center of the floor and turned round to face Linda.

Linda just smiled, and nodded her head forward.

"Go on, Ron."

I undressed, shoes and socks first. I put my jacket, shirt and pants on one of the rounded chairs chair next to me. I stopped when I got down to my shorts.

Linda eyed me up and down.

"Ron, you look excited! Do you find me sexy?"

I swallowed.

"Yes, Linda. Yes, I do."

"Ron, take your shorts off."

It sounded more like a demand than a request.

I bent forward and slipped my shorts off. I straightened back up. My cock was not fully hard but it was by now well on the way there.

"Hhhhm, nice Ron. I really love circumcised penises. Are you one of us?"

Us? I was confused. I must have looked it, as Linda let out a little giggle.

"Ron, a person of the Jewish faith? My maiden name was 'Ziegler'. My uncle was a rabbi. We were a religious family. I got out of it when I was in my late teens, but I'm still very much a Jew. Although maybe not when it comes to sex."

"No," I replied, then I added, and I don't know exactly why, "My parents had it done when I was a kid. They never asked me. Health reasons I suppose. I never exactly thought to ask my mom and dad about it to be honest."

Linda just smiled.

"Ron, I'm going to keep my clothes on for now. Mostly."

I watched as Linda stood up, then hitched her skirt up. I smiled as I noticed the suspenders attached to Linda's stocking tops. Yes!

Linda noticed me smiling.

"'Fully Fashioned', Ron. Cuban Heels. See here at the back, look."

Linda twisted her legs and ass towards me so that I could see the back of her legs. I noticed the pencil thin black line running down the back of Linda's beautifully shaped legs. Linda then slowly removed her shoes, pointing to a black rectangular section at each heel, which I assumed were the 'Cuban Heels'. She put her shoes, they definitely looked brand new, on the sofa.

Then Linda bent over, still with her back slightly turned to me and removed her panties, which were black and beige.

I marveled at Linda's toned ass which was exposed for a few seconds under her crinkled skirt.

Linda sat down. As she did, I caught a glimpse of her fully shaved snatch. Her closed crinkly pussy lips were fully visible. They seemed to be a very light purple color. It occurred to me that shaved cunts had to be back in fashion again. I remembered how popular they were when I was growing up. All my early skin mags were full of women with shaved pussies.

Linda leaned back on the sofa. Her legs were slightly parted.

"Ron. Play with yourself. Let me watch you. I find it such a turn-on. Please?"

I tightly gripped my cock which was now almost fully engorged with blood and started to slowly milk it. Linda looked at me through her leopard- pattern rimmed glasses. She seemed to stare deep inside me. I stared back as I fondled my cock.

"Go, Ron. But do it slow, I don't want you to come just yet. I have other ideas for that."

I pumped my rod slowly, trying hard not to speed up. I felt like I just wanted to let go. Pre-cum was now dripping from the tip of my penis.

Without taking her eyes off of me, Linda picked up one of her shoes. She readjusted her position slightly, lifting herself up just a little. Linda smiled before she slowly started to lick the heel of her shoe. She kept her eyes fixed on me as she slid her extended tongue all the way down and back up the four-inch heel, coating it in saliva. Linda then suddenly stopped. I gulped as she reached forward before bending over and slowly inserting the long slippery heel deep into her asshole.

Fuck! This was a new one for me! I'd seen a lot in the last eighteen months, but this was a novelty.

Linda tossed her head back, opened her mouth wide and let out a slow moan.

I had briefly stopped pulling on my dick. Linda saw this.

"Ron, don't stop," she panted, "But please don't come."

I started stroking again. Slowly. I was getting that lovely twinge each time I compressed my glans as I squeezed outwards. Fuck, I wanted to come. Preferably in Linda.

Linda left her stiletto heel wedged in her asshole as she lifted her hands up and pulled her jacket lapels apart before starting to unbutton her blouse. Linda looked down, a deep concentrated look on her face, as she used both sets of fingers to pull her bra down which exposed lightly tanned tit flesh. The bra was black and beige, matching her discarded panties. Linda slowly pulled her left titty free. It was very nicely shaped, not too big, but very round. Linda's tight firm nipple was just a tiny shade darker than the tone of the surrounding skin. Linda let her breast flop free, then turned her gaze back on me, smiling.

I was still stroking my erect cock as Linda leaned over and picked up her other shoe. I glanced down to see the heel of the first shoe still jammed tightly into her asshole. Linda edged her ass forward and parted her pussy lips with the fingers of her left hand. My eyes widened as she carefully slid the heel, no saliva lubrication on this one, deep into her moist cunt. Linda let out a deeper moan this time. She closed her eyes for a few seconds before turning her attention back to me.

"That's it Ron, slow. Slow. Let me get myself warmed up. Don't come, baby, don't come yet."

Linda gripped the toe of her shoe, the one embedded in her cunt. She pulled it up, then slid it back down. I could see moisture oozing down the length of the heel. Fuck, it looked amazing. Linda started repetitively wedging the shoe up and down, in and out of her wet cunt. Her teeth were now clenched, light hisses escaping from the center of her lips. Linda masturbated with her shoe for maybe thirty more seconds before pausing.

Linda looked at me. "Ron, come here."

I took a step forward as Linda removed the shoe from her cunt, before popping the other heel out of her asshole. She put the shoes down beside her, on her right-hand side.

Linda signaled for me to stop about eighteen inches from her.

"One second, Ron."

Linda leaned as far back as she could, then pulled her thighs up closer to her body before extending both her legs towards me.

"Ron, come closer."

I stepped forward.

"Ron, take your hand off. Poke that beautiful cock out for me baby. Lean forward. Push your hips out."

I wasn't 100% sure what was about to happen. But I pushed my waist forward so my cock was just inches from Linda's legs.

Before I could react, Linda clamped my dick between her stockinged feet. The material on her soles was slightly abrasive. A sharp tingle covered the head of my cock before subsiding. Linda's feet felt cold, which added to the sensation.

"Ron, fuck my feet. Pretend you're fucking a girl standing up, from behind. Do it. Pump me, I'll keep my feet together. Pump as hard as you can!"

I pushed my cock forward, then slipped it back, taking care that my shaft stayed wrapped between Linda's nylon encased feet. I repeated the move.

"That's it, it's just like you're fucking. Speed up a little, yes, that's it, go Ron! Fuck my feet!"

I started rocking backwards and forwards, carefully upping the pace on each thrust. Just as Linda had said, it was pretty much like fucking someone from behind, standing up. I suppose weirder. But it felt good.

Linda had started to breathe heavily. I could see this was massively turning her on. And I was fucking liking this. Liking this a lot. Losing my foot fucking virginity.

Louise kept urging me on, her voice growing louder.

"Go, go, go, pump it harder! Does it feel good? Does it feel GOOD?!?"

Before I fully grasped what was happening, I gasped and let out a loud "AAHHH!" as my first spurt sent a stringy jet of come up the inside of the leg of Linda's right stocking, the round head of the thin white thread of cum almost reaching her knee.

As I pulled back then quickly pushed in again, my next eruption formed a small pool of sticky goo on the top of Linda's feet.

I juddered as two more spurts landed on Linda's right ankle.

I stopped to catch my breath. Fuck, I'd never done that before. Hadn't even considered it.

Linda moved into a more upright position and slowly pushed her feet down.

Linda's face was covered in a wide smile.

"Ron, that was so fucking hot. One minute."

Linda picked up one shoe, it looked like the one that had been in her cunt. Gripping it by the toe, she slid the long stiletto heel over the cum on the inside of her leg before she put it to her lips and licked it clean. She glanced back at me, then she leant forward, rearranging her grip on the shoe. She prodded the toe of her shoe into the pool of goo on the top of her dainty feet. Once she'd got most of my cum on her shoe, she again put the shoe to her mouth and hungrily licked up all of my cum.

She put the shoe down again. Linda lifted up her right leg. I could see the last remnants of my seed smeared on the dark fabric of the stocking at her ankle.

"Ron, clean me. You done this before? Eaten your own come?"

I nodded, then leaned forward and tongued up the cloudy circular white patch of liquid, before swallowing.

"Oh, Ron. I like you. You are one fucking hot stud! And a nasty boy. I like nasty!"

Linda looked at me.

"Ron, there's more to come if you want it. Unless you need to go home?"

I told Linda I didn't need to be home.

"OK, Ron. Good. You can tell me all about your troubles soon."

Linda paused.

"Ron, pass me my purse, please. I need a cigarette. Then we'll talk, seeing that you are not in a hurry. And then we'll go to bed and fuck. I was concentrating on you too much to make myself come. We can fix that in a little while."

Linda tucked her left tit back into her bra, then lit a cigarette. I sat down beside her, still naked.

I explained to Linda that I wasn't staying with my wife. I left it that at that. It wasn't a total lie, if we were going on technicalities.

Then we talked. Told each other our troubles.

Linda explained her marriage had come to an end when she'd decided she wanted to fuck other men. More than just an occasional fling.

"I realized I couldn't stick to one person. I mean, why should I, right? I don't believe in it. It got messy. My husband reacted badly. Don't worry, I gave him a good payoff. His fucking lawyers saw to that. Really, that was a very stressful period in my life. It only got settled about nine months ago."

I decided to tell the truth about Louise and me, but not the whole truth.

I explained, without going into deep detail, about how I'd been living in an 'open marriage'. Which I guess wasn't 100% true, but wasn't total bullshit either. I told Linda it had caused problems, so I'd temporarily split up from my wife. Which was obviously not really true either, but I looked at it as another 'white lie'.

Linda asked me some details, and I truthfully answered. I mentioned that we'd done FFM, and MMF threesomes. Linda told me the craziest she'd got was going home with a girlfriend and their dates, where they'd swapped beds in the middle of the night. Not a threesome, but fucking two guys in one night. She told me she'd like to explore some more exciting situations. I wasn't able to tell if she meant with me.

Linda smoked while we talked, and we finished a bottle of red wine together. Then we went upstairs and fucked. Linda lay on top of me and came very loudly as I shot my second load of the night, this time deep into Linda's quim. She'd kept the stockings and suspender belt on, which I liked.

Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms for about 20 minutes then I said I'd have to go.

"Stay the night Ron," Linda suggested, "Unless you really have to go?"

I stayed.

We fucked one more time before we slept. Nothing crazy; slow, tender, missionary.

In the morning around 6am, I woke with a boner and Linda's head in my lap. After expertly sucking me for a short while, Linda climbed on top and we fucked again. Then I showered and left to get changed at home before work. I was going to be late.

Before I left, Linda said there was no pressure, but if I wanted we could do it again.

"Ron, don't be scared. I'm not looking for another husband. We can keep it casual. OK? And there are some things I'd like to do with you, things we didn't do last night. And I'm sure there's some things an experienced man like you can teach me."

I actually caught myself thinking about how much I'd like Linda to slip one of her stiletto heels up my ass while she sucked my dick. But I also felt that we probably wouldn't hook up again. Not if I wanted to work things out with Louise.

==

When I got home, I checked my phone. Thankfully, no missed calls from Louise. I decided I'd check my burner cellphone after breakfast. I wondered if Rudy had replied to my messages. I'd find out soon enough.

TO BE CONTINUED