Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 52

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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I took the decision to turn right.

However, I didn't go back to Romeo's. I drove home. The situation at Al's had spooked me. I decided one scrape a night was more than enough to be dealing with. Plus I needed to take a shit, and no fuckin' way was I doing that in the cabin bathroom at Romeo's. And there was also the small matter of me having just sucked two guys off.

By the time I got home, went to the bathroom, and eventually hit the couch and switched the TV on, my hardon had gone completely. I'd finish myself off watching some shemale porn before bed. At least that was the plan.

My phone pinged. It was Cara.

-- Ron, Cara here. 8pm tomorrow is OK, right?

Fuck. How many times? I replied that it was.

-- Great. Looking forward to dinner. And after :-)

After another minute or so, my phone pinged again. It was a picture message.

Cara facial, her head down with both hands firmly squeezing another woman's breast, which was the only part of Cara's playmate visible in the picture. Cara's tongue was extended and was pressed down on an erect dark brown moist nipple. It wasn't Louise's tit, the tightly compressed breast in the picture looked smaller.

There was another text message shortly after.

-- See you tomorrow. Cara. Xx.

I didn't stay up late. I went upstairs and logged into the chatroom I'd used earlier. There was no sign of Satyr69 or JaquiTV. I decided to pass on jerking off. Given the false starts earlier it was a tough decision, but I contented myself with the thought that I'd have plenty of cum to dump into Cara's mouth Thursday night. Or pussy. Or ass. Or all three.

==

Work was quiet on Thursday. The only remotely exciting thing that happened was that I received another text on my burner cellphone from Rudy.

-- Hey. I can skip Thursday drinks later. I know Louise is out of town. I could meet with you to talk. Please?

I ignored it.

A few minutes later another ping.

-- Cmon man, WE NEED TO TALK. PLEASE!

Ooh! All caps. Rudy sure seemed agitated. I ignored that one too.

Before I left the office Thursday afternoon, I set myself up for a Work- from-Home Friday. Just in case the Cara assignation turned into an all- nighter.

As I drove home, I was mildly surprised at how much I was now looking forward to fucking Cara.

==

Once I got in, I freshened up and changed into casual clothes. Blue jeans and a gray T-shirt, soft moccasins with no socks. I didn't shave, but I did apply some hair gel to the gray sides of my hair and brushed my hair back at the sides.

I took the steak out of the refrigerator to breathe, and seasoned it with salt and ground black pepper. I put the sweet potatoes into the oven to bake, and fixed up my famous baked potato dressing - sour cream, a spoonful of mayo, some chopped cilantro, a little garlic, finished off with cayenne pepper and a squeeze of lemon juice.

I'd bought two bottles of good red wine. Italian, both around 60 bucks a pop. I uncorked them.

I put some French beans into a pot of cold water. OK, they were frozen, but they worked just as good as far as I was concerned.

By 7:30pm I felt I was totally organized. Fuck, I'd even remembered to buy A-1 Steak Sauce.

At ten minutes before 8pm, I got a text from Cara.

-- On my way. In an Uber. See you soon.

I poured two glasses of wine, and sat down to wait for her arrival.

==

Shortly after 8pm, the doorbell rang. I put my wine glass down, and answered the door. Cara smiled at me as I let her in. I closed the door.

"Cara, let me take your coat."

Cara was wearing a very long, very thick, light-brown woolen coat. It had been a cold February, colder than usual.

"Ron, take this first."

Cara handed me a heavy cardboard box.

"It's champagne. Two bottles. Nothing too fancy. But I like drinking champagne in bed", Cara giggled.

"Can you put it in your refrigerator?" she added.

I took the box from Cara and walked through to the kitchen. I took the bottles out of the box, they already seemed well chilled, and put them in the fridge. Then I went back through where Cara had removed her coat. She handed it to me and I hung it up.

"Take a seat Cara. I'll start cooking right away."

"It's OK, Ron, I'll come through to the kitchen. We can talk. I shouldn't distract you too much. Plus, I like watching a man cooking."

I didn't object.

"OK, sure Cara. I thought we'd just dive straight into the main. I hope that's OK?"

Cara smiled. "Absolutely, Ron. Let's dive straight into the main. Or at least let's eat first!"

Cara burst into a loud cackle, laughing at her own joke. She was laughing like she'd done in the car on Sunday when she realized that Rudy had been the guy fucking Louise on cam.

Her laughing subsided, Cara walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch to put down her handbag. Another designer one by the looks of it. How much money did women spend on shit like bags?

"Ron, I won't smoke until after dinner, but it's OK if I smoke inside right? I mean this shitty February has been totally freezing. I can go outside if you want? Although I kind of thought you wouldn't want your neighbors seeing a strange woman smoking cigarettes in your garden."

While the garden setup was secluded enough for nosy neighbor activity not to be too much of a worry, in fact Louise had sucked me off out back after a boozy summer night once a couple years back, I told Cara it was OK if she smoked indoors.

Cara stood still and stared at me.

"Well, Ron? How do I look?"

I looked her up and down.

"You look really good Cara. Really good."

The thing was, Cara did look very good.

"I'm sorry, I should have mentioned it. As you can see, I didn't dress up. This is my cooking outfit, I guess."

As for Cara, it once again looked like she'd taken a lot of trouble with her overall appearance, especially her hair. It was a young cut, short at the sides, spiky on top, set messily in place with gel or maybe hairspray. She'd had it colored a more intense shade of pink than the last time I'd seen her, on top at least. The front section was now a really bright shocking pink. The shorter undercut sides of Cara's hair were still a more subtle lighter shade of rose.

Cara had neatly shaped orangey-brown eyebrows, and her eyelids were shaded with a pink eyeshadow which glimmered slightly. Her thick lined eyelids seemed to radiate a touch of deep purple. Cara's lips were coated in a shiny very bright pink lipstick, almost matching the pink of the front of her hair. She looked like someone who was going out for a night on the town.

In terms of clothes, Cara wore a long black dress with large gold buttons that ran all the way down her front. The buttons were unfastened to just above Cara's enhanced cleavage, with plenty tit flesh visible, as what looked like a one-size-too-small brassiere did the heavy lifting from underneath. The buttons on the dress were done up in the middle section, to just below Cara's hipline, where the buttons opened once again and the sides of the dress flared outwards. The dress looked to me like a very long shirt, but what the fuck did I know about high fashion? A thick black leather belt with a large gold patterned buckle pulled the dress in tightly at Cara's waist.

A final striking twist to Cara's overall look was added by what looked like black leather thigh length loosely laced-up boots. The laces were on front and were threaded over a wide gap between the leather at each side. They looked like gladiator sandals, but covered pretty much all of Cara's legs. Well, the visible part of Cara's legs.

I was hoping Cara would keep the boots on when we got down to business. I suddenly wondered if I was developing a fetish for feet and legs? I'd always been a breast man, but my tastes seemed to be broadening, especially after my encounter with Linda.

We went into the kitchen, and I started to cook dinner. I handed Cara a glass of red, which she accepted gracefully.

The conversation was polite, but it seemed like we were both somewhat awkwardly skirting around the main topic, which I guess was me and Louise.

After about twenty minutes, we sat down to eat.

Again our conversation seemed to intentionally avoid the Louise and me situation. One area we found we had in common was that Cara had also done a summer trip to Spain, before college. The topic came up when Cara mentioned that she didn't mind eating a late dinner, 'like they did in Spain'. It was nearly 9pm when we started eating. We compared dates. Cara had been in Spain in 1994. My trip had been eleven years later.

"Ron, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Thirty-three."

"Oh! Ten years younger than me then."

After we'd eaten, I put the plates away in the kitchen. Cara stayed seated at the dining table and lit a cigarette. I poured us both another glass of red; we were now onto bottle number two.

Then I sat back down opposite Cara. I was surprised at how relaxed I felt.

We started to talk as Cara smoked.

I asked how tonight's 'dinner date' had come about. Cara explained that Louise had suggested it, and that Louise had given her the green light to sleep with me. Although she added that it had been a joint decision. Cara made it clear that she had wanted to do this.

"Louise thought that maybe it would keep you out of trouble. That's pretty much how she put it," Cara added.

Cara then asked if I wanted to talk some more about my 'situation', or if I just wanted to fuck?

I surprised myself by saying I'd like to talk some more. The wine had definitely relaxed me. I felt maybe talking to another person about Louise and me would do me good. I also felt I couldn't discuss this with any of my 'normal' buddies. I had to think a little about how many 'normal' male buddies I actually had these days. The sex side of things had definitely taken over my social life these past months. And softball season was still a while away. And anyway, who would I talk to? Jon Parker? No way.

I ran things over in my mind, then eventually managed to ask Cara if she knew what Louise wanted? What Louise 'really' wanted?

"Ron, only Louise knows what she really wants. But I can give you my opinion. What I think. You OK with that?"

I replied in the affirmative.

Cara proceeded to explain that it was her feeling that Louise didn't want to break up, and her ideal scenario would be to carry on with a more liberal marriage set-up than was common. In other words, Louise wanted our sexual explorations to continue.

I nodded silently as Cara spoke. It was kind of what I'd been expecting.

Cara did add that Louise was firm on me not playing with others on my own. That, she explained, would be a marriage-breaker. Which didn't come to me as a surprise.

I told Cara that I got it. That I also didn't want to break up with Louise, and that I realized I'd have to toe the line in future.

Maybe it's the wine, I kept telling myself, but I carried on asking more and more questions. I felt relaxed with Cara. Which was fucking weird if you considered that Cara was basically my wife's lesbian lover.

In response to one question, Cara asked me back if I'd considered how Louise would have reacted if I'd been 'sexting' with other women? If my online jackoff sessions hadn't been with other guys?

I hadn't ever given that much thought. I told Cara I didn't know.

Cara lit another cigarette before continuing.

"Well Ron, Louise would have dumped you. Louise feels, and she's told me this, that it would have been different if you'd been messing around with other women. Even online. Louise knows that she's a very attractive woman, with a great figure. And that she can have any man she wants. Her actual words, in fact, were, 'I know I can have any man I want'. So if you'd decided you needed to fuck other women, or even fool around with other women just online, she'd have taken that as a sign you didn't want her, and she'd have moved on. As a couple, you'd be history already. Ron, you know Louise can get jealous too, right?"

As I delved more deeply into the subject with Cara, she made the point that Louise, in response to finding out my 'thing for other guys' had tried to understand. And had actually tried to find a way to help me 'scratch the itch'.

I mentioned Louise's fumble with Bill, 'Gay Bill', as the catalyst. I still felt upset about it, and I told Cara this. Cara explained that the real catalyst had been my 'online infidelity', she said Louise had used that actual phrase, and that the Bill thing had been a gesture on Louise's part, and that I shouldn't read anything more into it than that.

She asked me to consider how I'd have felt if Louise had had a real affair. With a guy she liked, that she had feelings for, over and above just fucking.

I conceded that I would have been devastated had that happened. And that things would probably have turned out very differently.

We eventually got onto more recent history. One week old history to be precise.

"The thing last week, with that guy in my office," Cara explained, "She also did that as a gesture. She knew you'd fucked other people. Ron, she suspects you've done it more than once, and not just with guys."

Cara took another sip of wine.

"Another thing, Ron. And I know you won't have any idea about this. Louise told me something, and she said she'd never ever mentioned it to you. Do you know, Ron, that Louise thinks that you think she's a slut?"

This surprised me. Not what Cara had just said, but the fact the Louise had actually deep down noted some of my repressed feelings towards her. There was more than a grain of truth in what Louise thought. I was a jealous guy. I did have a problem with what Louise had done with other guys before we met. There were a million reasons I knew that what I was thinking, my attitude towards my wife, fuck, the mother of my children, was completely irrational. Totally unreasonable. But there were moments I had felt that way. And recently. Her and other guys. Her fucking other guys. BEING FUCKED by other guys. I guess Louise knew me well enough to have picked up on the signals, however subtle they were and however deeply hidden I felt I'd managed to keep those dark, subconscious feelings from her. Or anybody else for that matter.

"Now, Ron. You've told me your preference is to stay with Louise, but to keep on exploring your sexual boundaries with each other. I don't think that's going to cause a problem with Louise, she basically feels the same way. But, do you know that Louise has doubts that you are mature enough not to get involved, I mean emotionally involved, with some of the people you play around with?"

Fuck. Louise was showing a deep perception of things that I probably wouldn't even admit to myself.

"Ron, you know she thought that you loved that guy? Whatshisname, Louise said he did her make-up, that guy. But as well, Louise really has a big problem believing that you don't have feelings for your old babysitter. The black girl. Sorry, Ron, I'm useless at names, but you know who I mean. Anyway, Louise is not convinced that you haven't fucked that girl behind her back."

"Hell, no, Cara, no way!" I replied, my voice slightly louder than I'd meant it to be.

"I mean Shawna, that's the girl's name, I know she likes me, liked me, I mean, but there was nothing ever between us outside of the sex Louise knew about. Sex that Louise was also involved in, I mean. I admit, Shawna did come onto me once, it was a night I bumped into her in a bar, but I turned her down. And I even told Louise when it happened. I told her all about it."

Cara took a last quick drag and crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Louise has got it wrong about Shawna," I subconsciously lied to myself.

"Ron, this is one of those times I'm going to give you advice. I won't do it a lot. When the time is right, tell Louise about this. Tell her that you didn't fuck that girl. Tell her that you didn't fall for the babysitter. That you love only HER, you love only Louise, right?"

"OK, Cara, I'll do that."

"OK, Ron, one last thing. Then when we're done talking, well, we can go upstairs."

"Cara, sorry, but this arrangement.." I interrupted Cara before she could go on, ".. tonight I mean. I don't 100% know what to think about it. On one hand, I'm looking at it like my liberated wife is setting me up with a sexy girlfriend. You know, like a treat. But looking at it another way, it's almost like she's pimping me out. It's fucking strange, if you think about it."

Cara laughed again. Loudly. After a while, she paused to catch her breath.

"Oh God, Ron! You really are naive! I like Louise. I like you. But don't read too much into this. Just now, me and you, about to go upstairs and fuck. It's fun. It's only a little fun. And your wife knows, so there's no cheating, no lies. No guilt. You get that, right?"

Cara took a sip of wine.

"Hell, I think you're a handsome guy, and I also think you're a sensitive lover. But don't overthink things. Let's just have fun, and leave it at that. You and Louise, you're the ones that are in love. Don't forget that."

I contemplated that last comment before I took another drink of wine myself.

"OK, Cara. Before. You said there was one last thing?"

"Ah, yeah. So, when we were in my office. I don't know if you realize this, but you seem to like watching other guys fuck your wife. Like I said, when we were in my store Sunday. Before I put on the security footage with Louise getting jiggy with that guy, Rudy. I just knew you'd get hard as a rock watching it. And I was 100% correct. So maybe you aren't actually as jealous as you think? You ever think about that?"

I thought about it for a brief moment. When I'd watched Rudy shafting Louise I'd been mad. But Cara was right, my cock had gotten painfully hard watching Rudy's ass muscles flexing as he pumped his cock in and out of Louise's pussy, doggystyle. I felt slightly uncomfortable at the realization of how turned on watching Louise having sex got me.

"OK, Ron. Let's go upstairs. Before though, I have a favor to ask you. Louise said you have an acquaintance makes pornos. Right?"

"Yes. Donna. BBW porn. Actually for home-made, it's pretty high quality."

"Louise said she doesn't like the woman. Donna? They fell out over some personal stuff. She also told me that she's watched you fuck this Donna. Anyway, can we watch some of those movies? I get turned on watching porn."

"Sure, let's sit on the couch, give me a second, I'll grab my laptop."

We both stood up. Cara walked over and sat on the couch, as I grabbed my laptop from the cabinet under the side window near the front door.

I sat down next to Cara, who right away put her hand on my thigh.

"OK, Ron. Show me! I guess it's extra-hot you and Louise knowing the pornstar, right?"

While not necessarily agreeing, I quickly logged into Donna's site, and clicked on the 'Latest Uploads' banner on the homepage.

"Well, for a fat broad, she looks kind of pretty," Cara remarked.

Two movies were highlighted in static preview windows.

'Donna and Rosie do Minnesota'. And, 'Big Girls Just Wanna Have Fun III'.

The second preview picture, the one on the right, looked like a BBW orgy scene. it showed Donna and another girl, dark-haired, quite pretty but definitely on the VERY plump side, sucking on what looked like two pot- bellied middle-aged guys' poles. The guys were wearing gimp masks. There were other bodies in the background, and I could see a pink garter belt cutting in tightly to another large woman's gut just behind Donna. It hit me that this movie might be from Donna's 'party' she'd mentioned that night she'd last been over.

Cara pointed at the 'Minnesota' still, to the left of the screen.

"Ron, this one, let's take a look!"

I took a quick glance at the preview still. Two young guys, who looked almost identical except for one of them having long curly hair, while the other had a shorter haircut and a Viking helmet tattoo on his chest. Donna, and the girl, who must have been Rosie, were leaned over with their tongues stretched out touching the tip of the twin's cocks.

It struck me that the twins (God, the movie title had to be Frank's idea! Fuck, he had a sense of humor) had very similar penises. Fat, thick ones, with slightly arrowhead shaped short moist purple heads poking up from their retracted foreskins. They were identical twins alright. I'd never thought about identical twins having identical cocks.

Donna's partner-in-crime, Rosie, was an attractive thirty-ish peroxide blonde, I could make out her dark roots, who looked familiar, but I couldn't think from where. She had plump titties, with large dark brown areolae. The way she was bent over in the picture, I could see she had quite a belly going on, it showed through the tight spandex dress she was wearing.

I pressed play. Cara immediately moved her hand up to my groin area and squeezed my cock through my pants.

It started pretty much as usual with a Donna monologue. Donna and Rosie were sitting on a bed, dressed in tight Day-Glo spandex 'stripper dresses', as Donna explained to the camera she'd dated a twin when she was younger and had wanted to try the brother too but had never been able to get it to happen. But now, she said, her and Rosie had just met two guys in a bar in Minneapolis (Yeah, right! The bedroom was the one in Frank and Donna's house, the one I'd briefly watched them both get ass-fucked in), and were dying to have 'double the fun'. Then the camera swung left and Donna introduced, 'Brad and Jack, who are Twins! From Minnesota!'. They looked around 20, 21. They were both topless, with thin ripped torsos like they worked out, and were wearing blue jeans. They smiled a little nervously at the camera. They were cute enough. I certainly would've fucked them.

The movie cut straight to the chase. Donna and Rosie started kissing 'Brad and Jack' on the bed, close up wet tongue action, fake, but effective, before 'Brad and Jack' pulled their jeans off as Donna and Rosie slipped out of their tight, I guess, too tight, dresses.

Donna paired up with the long-haired one, who despite looking pretty much identical to his brother seemed somehow to me to be the hotter of the two twins, and Rosie started frolicking with the tattooed shorter-haired twin. I didn't know which one was 'Brad' and which one was 'Jack'. What the fuck did it matter anyway?

The action progressed through the usual stages of straight porn.

First, the plumpers sloppily gorged on a young cock each, Donna spitting on hers, before stuffing it down her throat and gagging slightly as the younger guy face-fucked her hard. Rosie would let her guy's cock slip out of her mouth every now and then, before staring at the camera, then licking the tip and swallowing it all back down.

There was a sudden cut to Donna and Rosie both bent over and 'Brad and Jack' each stuffing their very ample dick into a soaking wet gaping pussy from behind. Donna and Rosie were moaning. In Donna's case, and I had experience with her, it didn't seem that she was faking it.

The ending slightly diverged from what I was expecting (no anal for one thing, I'd fully expected some ass-fucking before the cumshots) as Donna titty-wanked her twin's cock before it exploded with a single pulsing jet of come high up onto Donna's chin, while Rosie took a more conventional post-oral HEAVY facial from her guy.

The movie stopped after Donna and Rosie cum-swapped, and turned and smiled at the camera.

Cara squeezed my by now fully erect penis.

"Well, Ron, that was OK. I mean the quality, very professional. But for me it was a teeny bit cliched. Excepting the 'Twins' angle,.. "

I wondered for a second if Cara had got the baseball reference, but I was pretty sure she hadn't, to her the 'Twins angle' was just that the two guys in the movie did actually seem to be twin brothers.

"That was clever," she continued, "But does she have any better ones than that? You know, more kinky? More unusual?"

I wondered what Cara thought was 'unusual'.

I clicked on the site 'Search' button.

"Shemale?" I suggested.

"No, Ron, try bisexual first."

I typed in the search term, 'bisexual', thinking I'd more likely hit on lesbian scenes rather than 'Bi MMF', and clicked on the 'Search' button.

I was pleasantly surprised when a preview listing was displayed, and it looked like there were some movies with what looked like two guys and Donna in them.

I was about to ask Cara to pick one of the dozen or so movie links that had popped up on screen, but froze when there was a sudden loud knock on the front door. Cara instinctively tensed her hand, squeezing my balls until she realized what she was doing and relaxed. I was glad when she did.

Cara glanced at me wide eyed. She seemed just as surprised as I was.

I hesitated. Then there were another two knocks. Cara reached for her pack of cigarettes.

I looked at Cara and shrugged my shoulders.

"Fuck, Cara. Sorry. I'm not expecting anyone."

Cara shrugged her shoulders back at me. Her wide-eyed look told me she wasn't expecting anyone either.

"Don't you think you better get the door, Ron?"

I'd actually contemplated not answering it. But the lights were on, and it was pretty obvious someone was home. Luckily I was fully dressed, and I didn't think my boner was showing too much through my jeans.

I laid the laptop down next to Cara, fixed the front of my jeans, then walked over to the door and opened it. My mouth fell open.

"Sorry, man, we really need to talk. I had to come over. And Lou.."

In my surprise, I took a step back, allowing Rudy to shuffle past me and into the house.

".. Oh, FUCK!", Rudy exclaimed as he looked over my shoulder and saw Cara lighting a cigarette.

Cara exhaled and beamed a smile over at Rudy and me.

"Oh, fuck, indeed," Cara laughed, "You must be Rudy? Pleased to meet you, although I feel like we've already met! I've seen you a couple times in the bar. And I've seen you in action on my security camera."

I stood there in stunned silence for a moment as I realized this was more than likely another Louise setup. Another one! Jesus Fucking Christ!

TO BE CONTINUED