Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 60

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now.

Although, I do sometimes wonder if anyone is still reading.

This chapter has turned out to be one of those 'Bridge' chapters. I wrote the whole scenario down, and when I revisited to edit, it was clear that the passage was pretty much double the length of a usual chapter. I had two choices - keep it 'as is', but then maybe put the reader off with the length of this particular chapter, risking the reader tuning out after a few pages; or split it in half, leaving a 'Bridge', this piece, with not as much action as some readers would like, and a more active follow-up chapter.

In the end, I decided 'Bridge'. Please stick with it as it sets the scene for a later chapter I'll be writing in a few weeks. The 'action' part will follow in a matter of hours, depending on when the nifty archivist uploads.

Anyway, stop going on and on, Ronald.

The usual donations reminder.

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And I guess I should finally say, stay safe. This virus shit is still around. It still hasn't happened in Ron and Louise's world of 2019.

Anyway ..

While I'd gone downstairs, Louise had gotten under the covers. It had been cold lately, but the weather had picked up a little in the last week. Hopefully Spring was on the way. I hoped.

I climbed back into bed and carefully slid next to Louise before handing her the laptop. Her skin felt warm next to mine.

She spent a few moments looking through her emails. Eventually, she clicked on a link, and then handed the laptop over to me.

"OK, Ron. Take a look. I've checked us in for the April party. It's Saturday thirteenth, week before Easter. My mom's taking the kids all weekend, and the party booking includes a room for the night. There's a couples party next week, but I thought that was too soon."

I looked at the screen in front of me.

The place was called 'Club Xochi'. I pointed at the elaborate club logo, and turned to Louise.

"It's pronounced 'Soh-chee', Ron. And yes, I had to ask too," said Louise.

The website looked very professionally done. I checked the basics first, clicking on 'About Xochi'.

Xochi was located on East 48th Street. It described itself as a 'Members- only adult-themed oasis for a discerning clientele'.

It was split over two floors, but had originally started life as an exclusive rooftop bar in 2013 before extending down a story in 2016. It offered overnight accommodation on the lower floor, in ten 'luxury rooms'. The upper story was where events were hosted.

Events ran Thursday, Friday, Saturday, one weekend of every month. Not always the same weekend, it varied. Events were strictly members-only, there was a link to the membership page. There was also an event schedule.

I noticed that the Thursday events were all called 'Thursday the Third', even if the date wasn't the third of the month. I clicked on a link and discovered that it was for 'Our members of the third gender, or those who identify with or admire the third gender'. An annual season-pass was available.

I heard Louise laugh.

"God, Ron, I knew you'd look at that page!"

I looked at Louise.

"It's 'Tranny night', Ron! Cara's been to one with her friend Simone. She says they're good fun, but there's no overnight option, it's just like a club night."

"So you got to know of this place through Cara?" I asked.

"Yeah, Cara told me about Xochi. She originally heard about it from a friend of her ex-husband, Charles. She hasn't been to a couples' party, just club nights."

I'd forgotten Cara had been married. Twice, if I remembered correctly.

"That's not a problem right?" Louise asked.

I looked at Louise.

"She won't be there when we're there, I talked her out of that. She suggested a foursome, with Rudy and us. For me, well Ron, I just wanted it to be the two of us. Certainly our first time."

"Yeah, Louise, definitely a good call. Thanks," I replied.

"OK, Ron - check out the night I've booked us on. April thirteenth."

I turned my attention back to the webpage and scrolled back to the schedule listing.

April 13 2019. The event was called 'April Couples Experience'. I clicked on the blue link to drill into more detail.

The night, it seemed, was '.. an open night of sensual opportunity for couples with broad emotional and physical horizons'. And evidently the night would '.. facilitate a coalescence of provocative encounters with lovers of all things hedonistic'. I wondered who wrote this shit.

So basically, what we had here was a night for swinger couples (it mentioned clearly in a footnote that ONLY couples were allowed to attend) to get together and fuck each other. OK, I could deal with that.

There was also mention of a '.. sprinkling of agents provocateurs gliding through the evening adding spice to the overall flavor of the experience'. Codeword: 'Hookers'.

I paused reading for a second and asked Louise a question.

"Louise. Membership? We're members?"

"Yes, Ron I had to sign us up. 250 dollars, entitles us to attend four parties in the next year, starting the night of our first party. So we could do three more parties after this one. But you can't do two months in a row, that's in the rules."

"So 250 bucks? Each, or for both of us? Actually, I guess for four parties, that's not bad even if it's each."

"No, Ron."

Louise paused. I waited for her to go on.

"Two-fifty covers a couple's membership only. A single membership actually costs more, funnily enough. For the party, and Ron, don't forget this also includes a luxury room for the night, well, the party itself costs seven- fifty."

I almost choked.

"What!? Louise! SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS? Fuck, this is, .. shit, this is, .. like a grand in total! For a party? Or, the seven-fifty, does that include.."

"Ron. Calm down, OK? It's seven-fifty PER party. I am paying, OK?"

When Louise got flustered she said 'OK?' a lot.

"You know that I am about to close my first sale as lead agent. I also have other very decent listings running right now. I'm going to start contributing much more, in a financial sense, now I have my license. I will pay for this, eh.. hobby. Please, let's just enjoy the experience and don't fight about the cost! OK? Anyway, we don't HAVE to go to four parties. Chill!"

I sighed. I didn't want to fight, but really, what the actual fuck?!? Potentially over three grand in total, nearer four, Jesus, I was scared to do the actual math, just for four fucking nights out. These better be fucking good parties.

I decided not to press it further.

"Right, Louise, let's not argue. What's the setup?"

Louise took the laptop, navigated back to her email, then opened a .pdf attachment. A personalized 'April Couple's Guide' document opened. Louise handed the laptop back to me, and I started reading through the document.

What I could discern from the over-artistically, flamboyantly written PR bullshit was as follows.

Turn up at 7:10pm. It was stressed that it was important to arrive no more than ten minutes after this time or we'd risk being excluded from the party. There were different entry slots so not everybody turned up at the same time. I made a note to google a bar near the venue beforehand.

The day before the party, we'd get a PIN code via email, which we'd use to access the building and also when we took the elevators. We'd be directed to the elevators when we were in the building atrium. The PIN would additionally grant us access to the accommodation floor, where we'd be met by a 'Party Advisor'. We'd then be taken to our room.

We would not be able to access the 'Party Venue' floor until 8pm. We were told to arrive at the event on the upper floor before 8:30pm. No later. We'd use the same PIN code in the elevators to access the 'Party Venue' floor. The document stressed - 'No PIN - No party'.

There was mention of a 'submission of preferences' by answering a web questionnaire. I asked Louise where we would do that.

"I've done it already, Ron. Don't worry, I'm sure I've covered all the bases."

Great. Thanks, Louise, I thought. Don't fucking mind me.

"Ron, I also had to send in some pictures. For both of us. Nothing freaky. But I had to do that, to get membership approved. It's a very exclusive club."

Fuck. Louise wasn't shy. I went back to the document and said nothing.

There was a list of "do's and don't's" which was pretty fucking obvious. Basically it boiled down to, 'Don't rape anybody'.

It seemed that serving staff were off-limits, 'on this occasion', and that 'all serving staff are contracted to comply with party rules for servers' and that 'any pressure applied to serving staff in any form will result in the removal of membership and a block from all future events'. There was a final note that 'Parties where servers are free to participate would be clearly indicated'.

However, 'agents provocateurs' were there to 'cater to guest needs where desired'. So, we could fuck with the hookers no problem.

Servers would be identifiable by their uniforms. There was a picture of a generic Lego-figure type male and female server in the document; the uniforms were white / dark crimson. I made a mental note not to wear those colors.

'Agents provocateurs' would be identifiable by a clearly visible wristband, and would be wearing normal clothes. The wristband color for our party was 'Electric Green', and there was a gif of what the wristband looked like. Guest dress code was 'chic', whatever the fuck that meant, and the rules stipulated no jeans, and no trainers. Fetish-wear was only to be worn in a 'suitable room' but I couldn't see where it said what a 'suitable room' was.

The document ended with the guidance that a Party Floorplan would be emailed the week of the party as '.. room themes vary from event to event, in an attempt to ensure that experienced party guests can enjoy an unrivalled but unique erotic experience."

I think I got it.

"Louise, right. Sounds fun. Except for the cost. I know, I know, I'll shut up about it."

"Ron, there's also a legal form we need to sign, but we can do that later in the week."

Louise leant over and looked at the bedside clock, then lit a cigarette.

"Last one for the night, Ron. I'm tired. And I'm sorry to sound like a hussy, but I would really like to suck your cock. It's a while since I've enjoyed the taste of your cum. Let's talk about the party another time, OK?"

I wasn't about to turn down a smoky blow job.

==

Louise completed her first sale as a real licensed realtor on Tuesday. After work, I brought a bottle of Champagne home to celebrate, and the evening ended with a pretty decent fuck, with Louise letting me slip my cock in her asshole when I was about to come. Full on anal still wasn't her thing.

The following week, Friday, Louise called me at work around 3pm and told me to dump the car at home when I finished, and get a Lyft to an 'Asian Fusion' restaurant that was new in town. She was meeting Cara at 7pm, and said she had some news, and we needed a night out anyway, so she would tolerate no excuses. Louise stressed that it didn't need to lead to anything freaky. She'd dropped the kids at her mom's. I didn't put up any resistance. If I felt like it, maybe a fuck with Louise and Cara wouldn't be such a bad end to the week.

I arrived at the restaurant around 7:25pm. It was busy. Louise and Cara were on their second Ginger Mojito. I ordered a Japanese beer, at least I think it's Japanese, Asahi Super-Dry.

Conversation was non-controversial before and during dinner. Dinner was basically a mixed platter of smaller dishes, some Thai, some Korean, and some more conventional American dishes with an Asian twist, like a take on meatloaf and onion gravy which was basically miniature spicy minced beef in a kind of creamy but spicy onion sauce. The food was pretty good.

There seemed to be no rush for us to vacate the table. At 15 bucks a Ginger Mojito, and 9 bucks for a beer, I guess as long as we were drinking, they didn't care if we lingered.

Louise and Cara went for a smoke, then when they got back to the table, Louise announced that Cara had something interesting to tell me.

"OK, Ron. You know that I've become friends with Rudy, right?" Cara asked.

Shit, I thought, here we fucking go again. Cara was now friends with, as she once memorably described him, 'Ass-hat' Rudy.

Cara continued, "Well, from this weekend, Rudy is going to be my roommate."

Louise let out a soft giggle. I raised my eyebrows. I was slightly surprised at the news.

"Right, Cara. So Rudy is moving out of Bill's place?" I asked.

Before Cara could reply, Louise interrupted.

"Ron, you see, Bill and Rudy, well they're not a 'thing' anymore."

My first thought was, what had caused the break-up? I'd had a few beers, so I was definitely more open to talking about this than I would have been stone-cold sober. I still wasn't fully over Rudy and Louise fucking behind my back. I didn't think I'd ever be actually, so I didn't take hearing about this new development as good news.

"OK, so what happened?" I asked, looking first at Louise, then Cara.

Louise saw the look in my eyes. It was Cara who replied.

"Ron, it's nothing to do with anything we've been doing, you know, with Rudy. Basically, Bill has got a new model. Rudy's out, and this new guy .."

"Matty!" Louise interjected, "Bill brought him into the office yesterday. VERY cute."

".. yes," Cara continued, "Matty. Anyway, I guess Louise knows Bill better than me, .."

The vision of Louise and Bill in his car all that time ago flashed through my mind.

".. but it seems Bill likes to freshen up on the boyfriend front every now and then, it's .."

"So it's Matty IN, and Rudy OUT!" Louise blurted.

All I could say was "Interesting".

Cara waved at our server and ordered another round of drinks. Louise now picked up the conversation as our server headed towards the bar.

"Ron, Bill's 'business trips'. You know, when he was out of town, and you know, Rudy had the time to play around with us? Seems all the time, Bill was the one playing Rudy. Rudy's not happy, I mean there's the financial aspects. Hell, Rudy is even having to look for a job."

"I said he could stay with me 'til he got back on his feet," said Cara, "He moves in Saturday. That's when Bill moves Matty into his place."

"Ron, one minute, look, here," Louise said.

She fished around in her purse, got her phone, and then opened Facebook. She loaded a profile, then handed the phone to me.

I looked at the screen.

"Matthew Russell? This is the guy?" I asked Louise.

When Louise nodded, I looked back at the phone, "OK, let's see."

I looked closely at the profile picture. Tall young blond guy, stripy t- shirt, looked like he was on a boat, medium length hair, preppie type, a fairer, younger version of Rudy. The guy looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't place him. Maybe he'd been at Bill's at one of his summer cookouts.

I checked some more details. Born November 9 1995, 23 years old, Boston Red Sox and Manchester United FC fan (he'd played soccer at college). He was originally from New Hampshire, did Business administration and management at Southern New Hampshire University. He now worked as a 'Asset Manager', specializing in the Real Estate market.

So, the new guy seemed to be independent, and I didn't think that he was necessarily going to be Bill's new twink houseboy. Very interesting. Looked to me to be a different setup than the Bill-Rudy relationship. But then again, who could tell?

I put the phone down on the table as our drinks arrived.

"So, Ron, what do you think?" Cara asked me.

"Good for Bill", I replied nonchalantly. I was feeling the alcohol a little, although I'd stuck to beer all night. What I didn't say was that I for sure wouldn't mind sticking my cock in Matty's tight asshole given half a chance.

"Gives us more opportunity, you know, to play as a four," Cara said back.

I glanced over at Louise, then turned back to Cara.

"Yes, Cara. It does," I replied, "Let's not look too far forward though, OK?"

Cara flashed a wry smile.

"Sure, Ron. That's cool. But not looking too far forward, like maybe only a teeny weeny bit forward, how about you and Louise come back to mine tonight for some fun?"

I again looked at Louise, and saw that mischievous look in her eye.

"Louise?" I prompted.

"I'm good with it if you are, Ron?"

I took a mouthful of beer, and nodded.

"Great!" Cara smiled, "Let's finish these drinks, and I'll get us an Uber."

Louise reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

==

We arrived back at Cara's place a little after 11pm. I'd forgotten how big the place was. It definitely seemed that there was money to be made in the jewelry business.

Cara and Louise went immediately to the kitchen area. I decided to sit down. I saw a door off of the wall behind the couches I hadn't noticed on my Louise-sanctioned visit that Sunday a little while back.

I turned and looked over in admiration at Cara's exotic chair. But I really didn't think the peacock chair would work for me, so I sat down on one of Cara's couches, the red one, after rearranging some of the many colorful cushions so I could actually sit down. Fuck, so many cushions. Jeez, what was it with these artistic types?

Cara walked back over and handed me a bottled beer, then returned to the open-plan kitchen area where Louise had lit a cigarette. I'd actually felt like a glass of wine, but I didn't complain.

Louise held the lit cigarette out towards Cara, who shook her head.

"No, Louise, actually I need a joint. But first, I need a toot."

Cara opened a drawer just out of my sight and turned around in my eyeline with a small polythene wrap in her hand. She waved it at Louise. I watched as Cara carefully sprinkled white powder onto one of the granite worktops. Cara then took a small straw, bent over, and noisily snorted the powder, first up one nostril, then the other. She leaned back up and handed the straw to Louise, who lowered her eyes, put her head down, and also took a single deep snort, before throwing her head back.

Louise opened her eyes wide and looked over at me. She saw the slightly uncomfortable look on my face.

"Oh, come on Ron! I hardly ever do this. Don't get too uptight, OK?"

Cara walked past me and into her bedroom, while Louise walked from the kitchen area and sat down next to me, a glass of white wine in her right hand, the lit Marlboro in her left.

"Ron, I feel so horny tonight. I am so looking forward to fucking Cara and you."

Louise put her cigarette between her lips and slid her hand over my crotch. Then she gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze. Shit, I was getting turned on.

Cara walked back in, then headed back over to the kitchen area where she took a few moments to carefully roll a joint. She then joined Louise and me on the couch, sitting on my left. I was now between Louise and Cara. Cara carefully lit her spliff. She took three deep inhales, holding the smoke deep in her lungs. The smell of marijuana overwhelmed me. I thought it was fucking disgusting. I've never ever been a drug guy. Not my scene. I mean I'd dabbled, everybody did, right? But I could easily live without.

Cara smiled and offered me the joint. I shook my head. Louise threw her Marlboro into an ashtray on an oval black glass table to her right, then grabbed the joint and eagerly drew in, also holding the smoke deep inside her lungs. Cara giggled. Louise exhaled, and smiled.

"Louise, I have an idea. How about we play, 'dress up'!?" Cara exclaimed.

Louise laughed. She took another shorter pull on the joint, held it in, then exhaled through her nose, before handing the smoldering joint back to Cara.

"Sounds fun," Louise replied, through a slightly stoned smile.

"But, when it comes to the breast department, you're outta luck. If you want to wear a bra, you're wearing what you came in. But we have the same size feet, and well, you know I have an interesting collection, you've seen some of it. So let's go experiment!"

Louise laughed again. "Oh, yes. God, I'm stoned, I'd never do this normally. Ron, you'll play, right?"

"Sure, why not," I replied.

"OK, but promise not to laugh, OK?"

"I promise."

I wondered what 'dress up' actually meant. However, I was fully in the mood for fucking. I didn't give it too much thought.

Cara stood up first, a little unbalanced.

"OK, Louise. Let's do this. Ron, give us ten minutes, OK? Trust me, it will be worth the wait."

I made a mental note to expect at least a twenty-minute wait. I wasn't far wrong in the end.

Louise leaned into me and gave me a slow kiss, then she stood up.

Cara grabbed Louise by the hand.

"I feel such an ass-whore tonight, Louise, I hope you don't mind your husband fucking my brains out! I think more weed is in order. I have some in the bedroom, let's go."

Louise giggled, a slightly stoned laugh.

"Ron won't be the only one fucking your brains out!"

Louise put her glass down on the low oval table, then she and Cara headed into Cara's bedroom and closed the door behind them.

TO BE CONTINUED