Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 74

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The dreaded liaison with Cara and Rudy went as expected, but also kind of not as expected. In fact, at the end of the night, I felt that it was almost back to square one with Louise, me, and our adventurous lifestyle.

Dinner itself was decent enough. It turned out Cara could cook.

Also, Cara had made a big effort getting dressed up. I had to admit she looked very good in a slash-fronted tight deep purple velvet pants suit, and she had this pink/gold glitter make-up thing going on at the top part of her rounded and very visible fake cleavage. Plus, she was wearing a new 'shocking pink' hairstyle and matching make-up. And Cara always had this hyper-erotic way of smoking, to my mind anyway, that really turned me on.

We had a lot to drink as the night progressed, which possibly I should have seen as a precursor to some of the shit that happened later. Louise, as I totally expected, got more than a little tipsy. The question was whether Louise was going to end up 'Good tipsy' or 'Bad tipsy'. 'Good', I felt I could handle. 'Bad'? I didn't really want to think about it.

After we'd eaten and switched to drinking vodka, Cara, Louise and Rudy smoked a few joints. I didn't partake initially; weed is totally not my scene. The fucking smell disgusts me for one thing. But at least stoned Louise seemed to be in a very mellow mood, which I took as a good sign at that point.

However, it did become obvious over time that Cara and Louise were doing some blow. They didn't do it openly. But as I say, it was obvious after they returned from a couple of 'girly' bathroom trips that some powder had been sniffed. One time, Louise even came back from the bathroom with some white residue stuck under her right nostril. And she wasn't so mellow as the night went on. Her voice was getting louder for one thing. Always a bad sign.

I myself was nervously merry/drunk by the time Cara suggested we take things to the bedroom. As we stood up and got ready to go, Louise sternly whispered that I should 'Behave myself'. Slightly confused, I wasn't 100% sure exactly what she meant.

We all headed to Cara's master bedroom and got undressed quickly and without much ceremony. Once we were all naked, Cara grabbed Louise and demanded we all warm up with a little 'boy/boy and girl/girl'.

Louise giggled at Cara's suggestion. Rudy just shrugged, and with his back to the girls, gave me a knowing wink. Then, kneeling down in front of me, he took my soft dick in his mouth and soon had me going. I saw Louise look over at me and mouth, 'Good boy!'. It seemed to me that Louise, wide-eyed and a little dizzy-looking, was very excitable tonight. Maybe too excitable. I had a bad feeling.

Anyway, as Rudy slurped on my stiffening dick, I realized that didn't really want to start proceedings by coming in Rudy's mouth, so I gently pressed up on the underside of Rudy's chin. He got the message as we both edged down onto the bed. At this point, I thought to myself that probably the best thing to do tonight would be to just tune out and have some fun, which would hopefully mean I remained in Louise's good books.

As Rudy and I felt each other's cocks, I realized that I was finding this easier than I'd thought it was going to be when Louise had first told me of her shitty idea. I quickly took a turn blowing Rudy, who was already rock hard. I worked Rudy's cock with my tongue, concentrating hard, as I usually did, wondering if I'd ever become a natural at cocksucking.

We all made out on the bed for maybe five more minutes, keeping it strictly MM and FF. Then a very loud Cara, when drunk and/or under the influence of chemicals, Cara had a tendency to shout when she spoke, demanded we swap right there and then. Cara seemed to be 'off the scale' excited. Even more so than a giggly and by now slightly annoying Louise.

Suddenly, Cara loudly proclaimed that she needed her 'cunt eaten, right fucking now!', and as she thought that I was 'the best cunt eater in the room' (she apologized to Louise telling her that 'she was good but not as good as Ron'), I 'better hurry up and get to it'.

I steeled myself for the obvious fact that this very likely meant that Louise and Rudy were also about to get it on. But there wasn't much I felt I could do about it. I mean, making a scene wasn't a real option, so we rearranged ourselves on Cara's bed, and I leaned down to lick Cara's cunt. I tensed, as Rudy did likewise with Louise.

I started by pushing my tongue deep into Cara's slit, scooping up as much of her tasty cunt juice as I could. Then I changed tack, mashing Cara's clitoris hard with as much force as I could push through the tip of my tongue. Cara reacted, squirming as I worked her bean. She was enjoying this a lot.

However, it wasn't too long before Cara grabbed me up and demanded that I give her a 'good hard fucking'.

I felt it would be rude not to oblige, so I climbed on top, took a couple of seconds to line my cock up at the entrance to Cara's wet snatch, and pushed myself in with a quiet squelch. Well, I felt it more than heard it. Cara let out a low moan as I penetrated her, her sticky love tunnel putting up a token resistance as I filled her tight cunt with my now fully erect cock. I immediately started pumping. Cara wanted a 'good hard fucking'? That was what I was going to give her.

I darted a look over to the other side of the bed, and I saw that Louise was fully engaged, her head moving in wild circular movements, noisily sucking Rudy's blood-engorged cock. Rudy was leaning back, his eyes closed, breathing heavily.

I turned back to Cara, then caught a bumpy movement to my left side. I glanced back and watched as Louise pushed Rudy all the way down onto his back, then climbed on top and started to fuck him enthusiastically. Louise had gone straight to her favorite position. She wasn't messing about tonight. As Louise started to moan, more of a hum actually, I tried to keep my focus on Cara.

We continued, fucking pretty much conventionally, well as much as a man and his drunk wife could actually fuck a coked-up cock-whore and her male bisexual 'friend with benefits', 'conventionally'.

When our intro session reached its climax, Rudy came first, pushing himself up hard from the mattress as he came in Louise's love tube with an unsuppressed joyous roar, a growled "OHHHH! FUUUUUCK!.

Louise was next, not far behind Rudy. I felt Louise shuddering as her orgasm built. I stared in awe as she squeezed her magnificent breasts together, pinching her nipples hard, then breathed out a long high-pitched moan of orgasmic ecstasy.

This set Cara off.

Tonight, she seemed to be in wailing banshee mode. As she wailed and cursed, I found that her foul-mouthed exhortations really turned me on. As she 'fucked' and 'cunted' a stream of verbal abuse in my direction, I upped the pace to the max before spurting an itchy load of cum deep into Cara's vagina. She only really calmed down when I pushed down on her quivering waist and roughly pulled my spent cock out of her warm wet hole.

==

In the aftermath of 'Round One', the girls lit cigarettes, and it was from that point on that things started to take an unexpected turn. And not for the better.

After they'd crushed out their cigarette butts, the girls took a toilet break. They were gone two or three minutes. I assumed, particularly as they'd closed the door, that more coke was being snorted.

When Cara and Louise returned, they bounced onto the bed together. Cara leaned over to the small bedside table and lit another two cigarettes. She handed one to Louise, who took a deep drunken pull on it.

"Right," Cara declared loudly, "It's nearly time for Girl Power!"

Louise spurted out a cloud of smoke as she laughed loudly. I could tell she was wasted. She was really fucking wasted.

"Oh, fuck! Cara! Do you remember the Spice Girls??? GIRL POWER! Hahahahahahahahaha!" Louise cackled.

"Fuck them, they were shit!" Cara replied, reaching over to her side of the bed and flicking cigarette ash into a crystal glass ashtray.

"So," Cara continued, "Fuck the Spice Girls!"

"I would have," Louise replied before breaking into an almost maniacal short giggling fit. When she recovered, she continued, "Oh, my God! I liked the redhead, the one that wore an England flag dress, she had great tits! My tits were just becoming, you know, noticeable. I must have been 11, 12, I forget exactly how old I was. Boys had started to notice me. Anyway, I begged mom to take me to their concert at the Garden, but she wouldn't. I sulked for a week. I got a friend to try and dye my hair ginger, but it just made me go slightly brown. What a fuck up! Mom never even noticed my attempt at pre-teen rebellion!"

Louise paused, it seemed thoughtfully, then took another deep drag on her cigarette. She held her breath for a few seconds, before she exhaled a thick plume of almost-blue smoke up towards the ceiling.

"The rest of the Spice Girls, they were kinda 'meh'," Louise further opined. "OK, maybe the skinny dark-haired one, which one was she? She's married to a baseball player or something."

"Posh Spice?" Rudy suggested.

"Yeah, Posh Spice, that was her. She was hot!"

"I liked the blonde," Rudy interjected, "Baby Spice. Now, she was hot! I remember there was one ugly one. What was her nickname?"

"Ugly Spice?" I offered ironically.

"No, Ron! You know, I don't think you're taking this seriously!" Louise glowered.

"It was Sporty Spice, right Rudy?" Louise asked.

"Yeah, that was the one, Sporty Spice. She was a mess. And I was sure she was a lesbian," Rudy replied.

Louise took another deep pull on her Marlboro, then frowned.

"I bet Ron liked the black one best," Louise said with a sudden look of malice on her face. "She's just like his little girl crush, that fucking bitch Shawna!"

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. Maybe it was the coke, I thought. Louise had seemed to flip into a bad mood, like a fucking big red button marked 'Pain in the ass' had been pressed. I wondered if she'd flip back out of it anytime soon. I was pretty sure she wouldn't. Not tonight.

As I contemplated how I felt this was all about to go to shit, Cara piped up.

"Fuck the Spice Girls!"

Then Cara shook her head.

"Maybe it's because I'm older than you guys. I was probably listening to Sonic Youth at the time. Or The New Radicals. They had that one great album, I forget what it was called. Anyway, I'll say it again, it's Girl Power time! Louise, gimme my little bag of tricks. C'mon girl, hurry up, we haven't got all night!"

As Louise leaned over to pick up a small tote bag on the floor on the left side of the bed, I'd only just noticed it, Cara burst out laughing.

"Actually, we do have all night! What the fuck am I saying!?!"

Louise handed Cara the bag, and both girls started giggling again, like they had some funny little secret they were keeping from Rudy and me.

I suppose this is where things started to get properly weird. Well, talking shit about the Spice Girls in the middle of a bisexual foursome had to be pretty fucking weird in itself. But things were about to get weirder. For me, at least.

Cara reached into the bag and pulled something out.

"Tahdah!" she exclaimed before handing the thing to Louise.

It didn't take long to register. Big, shiny, purple. Anatomically correct, a big shiny purple plastic cock, sculpted veins at the sides, a bulbous head, and tangled straps hanging down from the base of the shaft.

"OK, Louise! That's your one!" Cara smiled, before sticking her right hand back into the bag, "And here is mine!"

The second artificial cock Cara produced was matt-black in color, much less shiny than the one Louise was now running her hands over trying to smooth out the acrylic straps.

Cara's dildo looked about the same size as Louise's. But it appeared to have a black latex panty section, rather than the straps like on Louise's. And it didn't have fake veins, it was ridged a little down the sides, and it was mushroom-tipped, but it looked smoother. Less scary.

Both fake cocks, as far as I was concerned, looked disconcertingly big. I'd seen Louise's before of course. But now, tonight, and with what Louise and Cara were almost certainly about to suggest, I found myself thinking it was definitely too big.

"OK! I've got my 'Black Mamba'! Yep, that's the product name, guys! And Louise has her purple, eh, I don't know what!"

Louise and Cara burst out laughing again.

"Eh, .." Louise looked deep in thought, "Purple, eh, eh, .. Purple Porker!"

Cara and Louise positively exploded in laughter. Rudy giggled slightly. I didn't laugh at all.

"So, anyways boys," Cara continued when she and Louise had eventually calmed down, "After you've gone and got us a bottle of Moet and four glasses, Rudy, and we've toasted the successful start to a very sensual evening, Louise and I are gonna lube up your tight assholes, and then it's, .. wait for it .. GIRL POWER!"

Another explosion of uncontrollable laughter spread over the girls' part of Cara's large bed.

I now fucking hated the Spice Girls MUCH more than I did when I was a kid.

==

I drank my champagne nervously, and even took a hit of another joint that Cara had rolled and was passing around.

Now, the thing was, Louise and I had always said we could say 'No' if there was something we needed to say 'No' to. And this was now very close to something I felt I needed to say 'No' to.

After the joint was done, we had another drink. I probably nervously guzzled about half the bottle to myself. Then the girls smoked another cigarette.

When both cigarettes were extinguished, the look on Louise and Cara's faces told me that it was time.

I took a deep breath, but I remained silent as Cara helped Louise attach her purple acrylic dick. Fuck, it seemed to get bigger every time I looked at it.

At first, I thought that Louise's 'thing' looked like a 'thong'. It had a thick elasticated strap that Louise attached around her waist. Cara then squatted behind Louise and carefully adjusted some straps that she pulled through between Louise's legs and between her firm butt cheeks. Cara concentrated as she tightened them. I gulped as I caught a glimpse of Louise's purple monster jerking upwards as Cara made some final adjustments.

As Louise made some final tweaks herself, I realized the whole fucking setup actually looked more like a jockstrap. Only with a massive purple cock sticking out front.

Louise then helped Cara squeeze into the Black Mamba's very tight latex crotch section. Well, it was open crotch, but I suppose the panty-like setup still had a crotch. Right?

It took Louise and Cara a while to get Cara organized. It reminded me of someone trying to squeeze into a wetsuit.

Eventually, once Cara had squeezed herself fully in and centered the 8- inch-plus dick piece to her satisfaction, she looked over at Rudy and me.

I wasn't hard at all, but I noticed that Rudy had started to stroke his dick.

"Rudy, you know where the lube is."

Rudy walked over to a dresser, opened a drawer, and then returned with a small cylindrical container of lubricant. The kind that was manufactured by a condom company.

"OK, boys, assume the position!"

Cara put her hand on Louise's shoulder.

"Louise, we'll do it like I showed you when we tried out. Remember? Takers on the edge of the bed. Givers standing up. Except tonight I'm a giver."

Louise had a try out? I wondered when the fuck that had happened?

Louise looked at me and smiled. A dirty smile, rather than a nice one. Possibly she read my facial expression.

"Ron, we had a little dry run.."

"Except, I wasn't very dry!" Cara blurted out with a cackle before Louise could finish.

".. while you were down on Long Island on business," Louise concluded.

Before this sunk in, I heard an "OK, chop chop!" as Cara commanded that we squat.

I tried to give Louise a look. A 'I don't want to do this' type look. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, then whispered a firm persuasive 'No, you're doing it, Ron! Don't you fucking dare!'.

Fuck.

As Rudy squatted on the bed first, I hesitated. Louise stepped close to me, put her hand on my ass, and kissed me. We kissed for a few seconds. Louise's mouth was warm and forceful, definitely not tender. When she pulled her lips from mine, I squatted down obediently on the bed on my knees next to Rudy. It was all I could feel I could do.

After a few seconds, I felt Cara and Louise move behind me. I caught the soft wet sound of someone, I assumed Cara, releasing some lube onto her hands. I felt Rudy tense next to me, then let out a deep breath. A couple of seconds later I flinched as I felt a cold wet finger present itself at the entrance to my anus. The finger carefully pushed in, and I felt that familiar initial pain which thankfully almost immediately subsided.

Then I felt Cara, it was Cara for sure, I caught the feel of latex against my left butt-cheek, push her finger in further, then slowly withdraw. I heard her apply some more lube, then she re-fingered my asshole, this time with what felt like two fingers, which she started to pivot in a circular motion.

"Louise, Ron's ass is very tight, give me a few more seconds, baby."

Possibly ten seconds later, it felt longer, Cara pulled her fingers out.

"OK, Louise. You do me, I'll do you. But first, kiss me. God, I am so fucking turned on!"

I heard quiet slippery noises, as Louise and Cara kissed and squirted lube onto their silicon cocks.

Fuck. I dry-swallowed. Could I do this?

Fuck. If it got too much would Louise stop if I asked her?

In fact, would it even be Louise who was doing me the whole time? What if it was Cara? Or they swapped? Shit, I wasn't enjoying even the thought of this, and I knew things were about to get bad.

If I wasn't too keen on taking a real honest-to-goodness actual cock in my ass, and I wasn't, even when it was a hot shemale cock, just how bad was this going to be?

"OK, Cara, looks like we're ready," I heard Louise say.

"These boys better be fucking ready!" Cara replied with another giggle.

I heard Louise and Cara kiss again. I was too scared to turn around.

"Louise, the way you said. You do Ron. I'll do Rudy. Sorry, Rudy, you've got plain old me again!"

I now did look back and saw Cara line up behind Rudy, and I felt Louise stand behind me just outside of my peripheral vision.

Jesus. This was happening.

Louise put her left hand on the base of my spine.

"OK, Ron, so, you can't get enough of my ass, eh? When I let you, anyway. You fucking want it all the time. Now, let's see how you like it!"

I tensed. The tone of Louise's voice was not friendly, or sympathetic, or even grateful that her modern adventurous husband was about to let her ass- rape him. I suddenly got ready to shout 'No', when I felt my asshole slowly stretch open and an electric-shock type bolt of pain suddenly pulsed through my entire body as Louise deeply penetrated me with her big plastic dick.

My eyes screwed shut involuntarily, and I thought I was going to break some teeth as my jaw clamped shut. Louise paused and I let out a single long breath and as I expelled the air from my lungs. I realized it was actually more of a subliminal whine, rather than a straightforward exhalation of breath.

Rudy jerked forward next to me about a second later. Cara was in.

"OK, Louise, hold it for a second. Let Ron's ass get used to it. Wait a few seconds 'til his ass wants it. That's it!"

As I tried somehow to relax, my only thought was 'Fuck you, Cara'. I made a mental note to fuck Cara's ass hard when I next got the chance.

"OK, Louise, back a little, that's it, take it slow. You want Ron to enjoy this, right?"

Louise didn't reply.

I was now very sure that Louise actually didn't want me to enjoy this. Maybe she thought this anal aversion therapy would stop me asking to fuck her in the ass ever again?

"OK, girl, you're on your own now! I know how Rudy likes it. Rudy, get a good grip of your cock, you're about to receive maximum Girl Power!"

I opened my eyes and glanced at Rudy. He caught my look. He looked pretty intense, but he looked like he was very eager for Cara to fuck him. Me? I just slowly averted my gaze from Rudy's, and closed my scared little eyes once more.

Rudy started grunting, pleasurably I thought, as Cara started firmly prodding her fake dick in and out of his shitter.

Louise then filled my insides with pain once more as she pushed herself in even deeper. Then she started fucking me, slowly at first, but it seemed that she soon forgot my lack of experience in taking a cock in my ass. She very quickly started banging away at a similar pace to Cara. In fact, she started to fuck my ass even more violently.

As she thrusted harder, I heard Louise hissing behind me, her exultations soon becoming more audible over Rudy's ever louder grunts.

"Take it you cunt! Take it! Fucking take it, you fucking faggot! Fag bitch! See how you like it, you fucking bitch!"

I hadn't expected Louise to be like this, but it was pretty much all I could do to grit my teeth and try not to scream. Between the alcohol and the coke, it looked like Louise now had no inhibitions about letting me know her true feelings. I felt angry in response.

As my ass became acclimated to the 'Purple Porker', the agonizing pain of Louise's first thrusts subsided. But this was by no means a pleasurable experience for me, and I concentrated on thinking that this would eventually be over. It was like when I was at the dentist getting a filling. Although this seemed more of a root canal vibe.

After what seemed an age, Rudy stopped groaning and started to mouth quiet expletives, and then I felt his body stiffen next to me. I opened my eyes and watched as orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed Rudy's face. He shook as his cock started to spill his love juice onto the bedsheets.

After Rudy's orgasm subsided, Cara pulled out and stepped away from the bed. I noticed that when Rudy had started to climax, Louise had slowed down considerably.

It was then, after one final thrust, that Louise withdrew her 'Purple Porker' from my aching asshole with an audible 'plop'.

As my ass muscles contracted a little, I issued an audible sigh of relief.

Cara then put her hand down on my back.

"Ah, I see that you didn't come, Ron. Don't be too disappointed, Louise. Maybe next time. Mark my words. He'll start liking it more and more until he's begging you for it. Ron, next time play with your dick."

Next time, Cara? Like it more and more? You're fucking kidding me, I thought.

Without asking, Cara turned me over, and practically threw me down on the bed before sucking me off. I came powerfully, but as I shot my load into Cara's lipstick smeared, pink-lipped mouth, a dull pain pulsed deep in my asshole in time to my spurts.

==

I was less than impressed after the ass-fucking session, and while a coked- up Louise acted distantly as she chain-smoked, we finished another bottle of Champagne. I drank a lot faster than the others. I probably had two- thirds of the bottle on my own this time.

Cara pissed me off some more when she made her final pronouncement for the night.

"Boys! Louise and I have decided. We girls are sleeping together. You two can fuck off to your room, Rudy!"

Louise looked at me in a semi-daze. She was totally wasted. Worst I'd seen her, since, well, since fuck knows when.

"And we're having fun, Ron. So don't mind me, you and Rudy can have some fun too," Louise slurred.

"Yeah," Cara added. "You two fags go and have some faggot fun and leave us lesbians alone! Now fuck off already!"

Louise found this funny and broke into a long giggle. I didn't find it funny.

I really didn't like this chemically-altered version of my wife. I took a mental note to tell her, no, I guess 'ask her', to stop doing coke. I'd wait a couple of days. Louise never liked being pulled up when she had a hangover. And I was pretty sure Louise was heading for at least a two-day hangover when she came down.

But most of all I made a mental note to do something that would piss Louise off. Big style. Two could play her game.

Next time I got the opportunity, I told myself, I would do something behind her back, that if she ever found out about it would REALLY piss her off. Like a private joke between me and myself. And I already had a few ideas.

As Rudy and I left the room, it struck me that I'd felt more accepting of my situation after the party at Barry's and Annette's than I felt now. It was like one step forward, two steps back.

One thing I knew. Any group activity with Cara and Rudy from now on was likely to be poison. And would always be poisonous as far as I was concerned. Tonight had opened my eyes to a side of Louise I didn't even want to acknowledge right now.

I decided I was going to put a stop to it. No more with Cara and Rudy, I told myself. And if Louise didn't like it? Well, I'd deal with that when I had to.

I also had an out-of-the-box idea on how I could end things with Cara and Rudy without a damaging fight with Louise.

In fact, I thought that the idea was so good, it could possibly kill two birds with one stone. But maybe it was just the Champagne buzz, and my idea was totally fucking lame.

==

When we got into bed, Rudy wanted to talk about the earlier 'pegging' session. He actually had to explain to me what 'pegging' was, I'd never heard that phrase before.

I stopped him before we got into it too much. I really didn't want to talk about it.

Then I asked him if he'd do one thing for me, and I was glad when he agreed. I felt he could tell I wasn't in a great place mentally and I think he agreed simply to keep me happy.

So, I propped Rudy's head up on two pillows, and re-enacted Dom fucking my mouth in the hotel on Long Island, this time with me the one doing the mouth fucking.

As my cock slipped in and out of Rudy's mouth, I closed my eyes and thought only of Dom. When I felt myself about to come, I pulled my dick out of Rudy's mouth. But my deep desire to cover Rudy's face in a fountain of cum didn't really materialize. I pulsed a first smallish blob of sperm onto Rudy's cheek before he managed to re-swallow my dick, and I finished my orgasm in Rudy's mouth.

It was a decent enough orgasm, it's just there wasn't a lot of sperm.

I was in a disappointed and thoughtful mood when I lay down and prepared to sleep next to Rudy. Eventually, after running a lot of shit through my mind, and after Rudy had started to snore lightly, I fell asleep.

==

In the morning, I woke up next to Rudy with a raging hardon. I woke him up by sucking his sweet cock, and when he was fully awake I pushed him down on the bed on his front and slowly and gently ass-fucked him.

After I'd climaxed in his asshole, I flipped Rudy over and sucked him off. When he came, he filled my mouth with a very salty dose of extremely thick first-thing-in-the-morning cum, which I swallowed with pleasure.

Rudy and I then showered and had breakfast. While we ate some scrambled eggs, I wasn't very talkative, and Rudy didn't push it.

The girls eventually came down around midday. Louise looked bad, and it was clear she had puked up, at least once. Shit, her face even had a green tinge to it.

Cara seemed quieter than usual and surprised me while I was washing up in her kitchen area when she walked up behind me and tenderly kissed my neck. Louise was too fucked to notice. She was lying on the couch groaning with her eyes closed. Rudy was on his phone, messaging Grainger.

When we drove home, Louise puked up again. Thankfully I had given her a plastic bag for the inevitable eventuality, but the bilious smell was totally fucking disgusting. I wondered if the smell would clear in time for my drive to work the next day.

Louise went straight to bed when we got home. I guess anything I wanted to talk about related to the previous night's events was going to have to wait.

I sat on the couch and drank orange juice as I started to run the various threads of my Cara and Rudy exit plan through my head. It was in no way a risk-free undertaking. But if I played it right and it worked, I felt that the benefits outweighed the risk. Like signing a once dominant pitcher who had had Tommy John surgery. High risk. High reward.

I just needed to plan it and execute it right.

TO BE CONTINUED