Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 75
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The fallout from the Cara and Rudy fiasco lingered, like a bad smell, and for longer than I would have liked.
In the immediate aftermath of Saturday's shenanigans, Louise and I really didn't talk much. We were social around the kids for a couple of days. But it was like Louise and I were making an effort, and a big one at that, just to stay remotely civil in our day-to-day dealings with each other.
I wondered if Louise felt guilty about Saturday night. Embarrassed? Maybe she was taking the time to work out how she'd apologize?
I really felt that the night had set us back some. I thought I'd become more accepting of the things we did, and to me it seemed that Louise and I had got into some kind of groove, sexually. I mean, I could pretty much handle watching Louise fuck other guys, as long as I myself was receiving satisfaction from another partner at the time. Like it evened things out, my wife giving herself to other guys being the price I had to pay for my own unusual pleasures.
My extra-curricular activities also seemed to compensate psychologically for my wife's sexual proclivities. It made me feel like I had some sort of control over my own destiny.
Anyway, I had thought things between us had been going well again, in the bedroom. And then there was Saturday. I didn't understand what had caused Louise to act the way that she did. I hadn't really seen this developing. I was confused. Pissed off. But very confused.
By late Wednesday night, Louise still hadn't apologized for her behavior. I raised the topic before bedtime, which was probably a mistake, and the whole thing degenerated into a 'What the fuck do I need to apologize for?' type shouting match.
It further escalated when I mentioned Louise's cocaine use. Our argument suddenly took a detour into teenage angst type 'I don't tell YOU what to do, don't tell ME what to do!' territory. It was probably the worst argument we'd had since we were kids. By a long way.
Louise angrily grabbed a pack of cigarettes and sat out back and smoked the entire pack leaving me to stew in front of the TV for over 2 hours. At least the boys didn't wake up. I slept in the spare room that night.
I half-expected Louise to become the peacemaker in the next couple days. It was how it usually worked after less intense arguments. But when she came home after Thursday drinks that week, I tried to fuck her, and she was having none of it.
I wondered if we'd already taken the first steps on the road to splitting up.
==
On Friday morning, I decided to arrange a working lunch down in the City with Justin the following week. I just thought, 'Fuck it'. Justin was hot, and I needed to de-stress. I needed sex. And the mood Louise was in. Fuck her.
So, as I sat bored at work, I composed an email to Justin. There was no way Louise would know about it, so I figured it would be OK. When I was done, I re-read what I'd written and hit 'Send'. The email included some ambiguous phrases that I hoped made it clear that the meeting wasn't just about Linda's tracking system.
My boss, Mikey walked past.
"Ron, that Linda Ware garbage contract. How's it going?"
"Mikey, it's toxic waste. Not garbage," I replied.
"Whatever," Mikey replied with a smile. Mikey knew it was toxic waste, not garbage but he thought it was funny referring to it as 'garbage'.
"Funny you should mention it. Just set up a lunch meeting down in the City with her web guys next week."
"Cool. If you're actually doing lunch, get them to pay," Mikey laughed, "That last dinner you did with Linda Ware cost me a fucking fortune! That wine! Jeez!"
Mikey then strolled out of the building. Another 'early lunch'. Mikey liked his long lunches. There was a rumor doing the rounds he had a piece of ass he was fucking on the sly. Young girl from one of our customers.
When Mikey had gone, I turned back to my computer and decided to set in motion the first part of my so-called high-risk / high-reward masterplan.
My relationship with Louise was in a worse place than it had been for years. Possibly ever. It was worth taking the chance I felt. It wasn't like I could make things worse, right? I'd worked it through, and I thought I could carry it off.
It strikes me now that perhaps I wasn't thinking straight, but at the time I thought that I was being very clever. Very calculating. Actually, it was a monumentally stupid fucking plan, that probably reflected my then state of mind. The easier, more obvious option, that I just couldn't see for some reason, would have been to talk things through in a sympathetic manner with my wife. But relationships aren't always that simple. Especially one like ours had become.
At lunchtime, I texted Cara, asking her if I could call her, to talk about Louise. She texted me back saying now wasn't good, but she was free at 3pm.
Shortly before the time of my call with Cara, Justin got back to me with a proposal for a lunchtime meeting the following Wednesday, which I accepted. He provided the name of the restaurant near Grand Central and asked me to be there at 12 noon.
Then, at 3 o'clock sharp, I rang Cara.
"Oh, hi! Ron! One minute."
There was a pause. I heard a door close.
"OK, sorry. Ron? I'm here."
"Hi Cara. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me."
"No problem, Ron. I like to think we're friends. How's things?"
"Not good, Cara. But you probably already know that."
There was a pause.
"Yes. I could tell that Louise wasn't too happy last night. We had a long talk. It was, eh, .. interesting. I guess that's one way of putting it. Interesting. Yeah."
I wondered about Cara's tone. Very downbeat. Not the usual Cara. I hesitated, then went for it.
"Cara. Where are you? I'd really like to talk. You know, in person."
"Well, I've just left Sandy at the store. I'm still at the mall, but I'm done for today."
"Cara. Could we meet? It would mean a lot to me. I'd rather talk to you in person."
"Ehm, Ron. Ooooooh-kayyy. Like, ehm, now? You mean today? Right?"
"Yes, Cara. Now. Or like, soon. But this afternoon if possible."
"Hhmmm. OK, Ron? How about that new Japanese kitchen place a couple blocks South of the mall. I can walk there, it's a nice enough day. I've been told it does very good cocktails. And you can also get about twenty different types of tea. Do you know it?"
"Yes," I lied. I would google it.
"Let's see, Ron. It's just after three. Could you be there in half an hour?"
I said that I could. Then I said in a very earnest voice, "Thank you, Cara, this means a lot to me," and I ended the call.
I got on google straight away and found the place. 'Ichi Riki' it was called, whatever the fuck that meant.
==
I arrived to see a conservatively-dressed Cara sitting at a small two- person table in the very Japanese-themed interior of 'Ichi Riki'. Her spiky pink hair still gave her that 'boho' vibe, but her brown-check skirt suit wouldn't have looked out of place at a sales conference. She had a large bowl-shaped cocktail glass full of something brown-colored in front of her. I ordered an iced tea. This was not as easy as it sounded, in a place that sold so many kinds of tea. I settled on something called "Hojichai". Then I said 'Hi' to Cara and thanked her for seeing me.
She smiled at me. I waited for my iced tea to arrive then we started to talk.
"OK, Ron, tell me all your troubles. You don't look very happy."
The conversation that followed started OK. But my self-styled clever scheme didn't take long to fall apart. Even now I'm embarrassed to think about it.
My 'masterplan' was basically to persuade Cara to call off our informal four-way arrangement, by convincing her I had strong feelings for her. In my plan, Cara would accept my offer of an extra-marital love affair, and we'd back Louise and Rudy out of the equation. I'd enjoy secretly fucking Cara a couple of times a week, I could think of worse things to do, and I could work on my marriage problems with Louise, minus what I felt had become more than just a distraction.
That was the theory anyway.
After discussing the situation between Louise and me after Saturday's happenings, I tried to come across as a conflicted husband, who had reached the stage that I couldn't keep the lid on my feelings for Cara.
I felt at first that Cara was buying it.
She apologized for how she and Louise had acted on Saturday night. She told me that Louise had said I'd be into some 'mild humiliation', and that she only realized afterwards that I hadn't liked what had happened.
When I declared my 'feelings' for Cara, she just looked at me incredulously, and asked if we could sit on the veranda out back so she could smoke.
We moved to a table outside. Cara ordered another cocktail, and I got a Japanese beer.
Cara lit a cigarette and took two deep drags then looked at me inquisitively. I stared back.
"Well, Cara?"
Cara issued a single 'Ha!'. Then she slowly shook her head.
"Fuck me, Ron. Jesus! You nearly had me! If we weren't in a public place I'd fucking give you a slow round of applause. That was some performance. I mean if there was an Academy Award for Lying Bastard of the Year! Shit! You just won it!"
"What do you mean, Cara?" I said, sounding more worried than I'd intended.
"Louise told me that you were dead against continuing our 'four play'. And as for you and me? God, I was flattered for a moment. But, you know Ron, I'm really disappointed in you. REALLY disappointed. The one thing I really liked about you was that you were genuine. Louise was and is a player. It's just she's taken a ten-year break out of the game with you. But now she's back in the saddle, and she likes it. Think that through for once, will you? You and I both know she's a player. Come on, I showed you proof of that. The freaky stuff you do? Always seemed to me that you'd been pushed into it by Louise."
Cara tipped her cigarette and dropped some ash into the ashtray on the table between us.
"Now you give me some stupid bullshit fairytale about me and you, hoping I'll agree that you and me go 'exclusive'. Talk about having your cake and eating it. You men sometimes. Fuck! No wonder I prefer women."
Cara paused, pulled on her cigarette, then took a deep drink of her cocktail.
"Ron, let me tell you some home truths. One, your wife is sensational looking, possibly too hot for you. I mean you're a decent looking guy. But you know with Louise that you're punching above your weight, right? Christ, the way men look at her. All the time. Wouldn't surprise me if some of them have headed to the bathroom to jerk off after looking at your wife's tits for a few minutes in a bar. I see the looks they give her. How their heads turn and they stare when she walks in a room. But Ron, and this is point number two. Until today, I felt that you were always the nicer person. More genuine. I could believe in you. Trust you. There was also a little vulnerability I detected that I liked. But now? I see you're as much of a scheming prick as she is. Jesus!"
"But Cara.."
"No 'buts' Ron. Don't patronize me. Please. I'm sorry for how Saturday worked out. I told you that already. But.."
Cara took two quick drags on her cigarette and stubbed it out. She immediately lit another. She exhaled a thick jet of smoke to the side of the table towards the parking lot, before continuing.
"Ron, I'm sorry that occasionally I can be a little over-the-top, especially if I've been on.. well you know, that stuff I partake of. But I never thought for one second that you were a lying manipulative piece of shit. Louise? I got it. That's her personality. You know Ron, lately I've realized that Louise is becoming not that nice a person. And now you, shit, I didn't see that coming. Look, if you want to stop sharing Louise with other people, especially other men, go and tell Louise how you feel. Just keep me the fuck out of it. Go back to being 'normal' if that's what you really want. I'm not sure that's what she wants, but, .. well, it's your marriage."
"Cara, I.."
"Ron, please, just shut up for a second, will you? Here's the deal. Let's get the check. Then drive me home. I actually came here hoping we'd end up having a sneaky fuck. A 'funtime' frolic, nothing serious. So, shallow person that I am, let's have a final farewell fuck. And me, and you and Louise, and Rudy, it's over. After talking to Louise last night, I was pretty sure I didn't want to play with you guys again. To be a bit-part player in Louise's sexual theater of the absurd, her long-running fucking power-struggle with you. I'm totally sure about that now. I'm done with the mind-fucks, done with listening to hour after hour of Louise's self- centered, up-her-own-ass bullshit. And now I'm done with your lies too, Ron. I wouldn't have believed you were capable of this kind of shit. We're done. I'll tell Louise myself."
I gulped.
"Ron, you coming to my place or not? I'll finish this drink and this smoke, then I'm going home. I can head back to the mall and get my car and drive home alone. Or you can drive me home. OK? Your call?"
I didn't immediately reply.
"Ron, one last piece of advice about Louise. Possibly you don't see this, so I'll tell you. Louise thinks that with her sensual MILF looks, and her fantastic tits, she'll always get what she wants. She's like an on-heat she-lion escaped from that cage you had her in for a decade. Moving back to a normal suburban no-thrills lifestyle might be difficult for her now. But if I was you, I'd give it a try, and see how you can make things work in a way that is mutually acceptable to you both. But talk soon, or soon your after-dinner conversations will all be about the guys she's fucked the previous night. I really don't see you as the 'cuck' type. Maybe I'm wrong about that, but I don't think that I am."
Cara took a final drink of her cocktail.
"Anyway, I want no further part in your and Louise's silly games. I'll tell Louise it's over, so you don't have to. Rudy's moving to a place Grainger is setting him up with anyway, and even he is getting fed up with things. He doesn't think you're worth the hassle anymore, but he's too polite to tell you. I've got a date tomorrow night, a girl Sandy knows. My type. Similar interests in music and art, she's actually an illustrator. I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully the start of something new. What is it that they say, Ron? One door closes, another door opens."
I sat there for a few seconds in a very bad mood but trying hard not to show it. I couldn't work out why. Hadn't I wanted this very outcome? No more Cara and Rudy in our lives?
Cara asked the server for the check. After Cara paid, I was so self- absorbed that I didn't realize she'd settled the bill, she got up and headed to the front door. Still extremely pissed, I got up and followed Cara out.
As Cara lit another cigarette in the parking lot, she noticed that I'd followed her.
"Ron, go get your fucking car. You look like you need a drink. Take me home. I've got a good single malt I keep for special occasions. Come on, take me home. And we can have a final fling. I know you want to. That part of your spiel, well, I know that you really do like fucking me. Let's have some fun before you go back home to Louise to try and sort your problems out. Me and you, one last time. I won't tell Louise."
I walked over to where my car was parked. I got in and started the engine, then drove to the front porch of 'Ichi Riki'. I stopped where Cara was stood smoking and leaned over and opened the passenger door.
Cara threw her cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with her right foot. Then she got in the car.
"Good boy, Ron! Come on. Let's go to my place and put this thing to bed."
==
After the short drive, I parked outside Cara's, and we walked up her driveway to the front door.
I looked at my watch. 4:15pm. I had roughly an hour, a little more, before I'd need to drive home as if I'd driven straight from work.
When Cara let me in, I was unpleasantly surprised to see Rudy sitting on one of the couches, talking on his cellphone. Shit.
Rudy looked up at Cara, then glanced over at me and did a double take. I watched as Cara silently put a finger to her lips and whispered to Rudy to 'shush'. Rudy turned back to his telephone conversation.
"OK, Grainger. Sure. The apartment on Kenilworth. Monday, 12 noon. You'll help me with my things? A truck? Spectacular, man! Got it. See you then. Yeah, miss you too, Tiger! Bye," Rudy finished his call.
Rudy looked over at me.
"Hi, Ron."
Before I could say 'Hi' back, Cara interrupted.
"Rudy, be a doll. Go for walk. Or take the Nissan and go for a drive. Can you give me an hour minimum? Please?"
"Eh, OK," Rudy replied. "Did you.."
"Ron knows, Rudy. I didn't discuss anything to do with your little clandestine thing on the side. Well, not directly."
Cara looked over at me. "Yes, I know about that, Ron, and I haven't told Louise, before you ask."
Rudy nodded thoughtfully, then walked over to near the front door, before picking up a set of keys from a small round table.
He looked over at me.
"Ron, don't text me anymore, OK?"
I nodded back in agreement.
"Sorry if I added any more complications to your private life," he added.
"Rudy, do me a big favor," Cara said. "Head to the store in the Nissan and ask Sandy to forget an Uber. Here," Cara threw another set of keys which Rudy caught reactively. "Ask Sandy to bring the Mercedes here. Tell her she can shut up shop 30 minutes early. I'll get her an Uber to her bar job later."
Rudy said a quick 'Goodbye' to us both, and left Cara's, closing the front door behind him.
"OK, Ron, first a Scotch."
"Cara sorry. Can I just have a beer?"
"Sure, Ron. Coming right up."
Cara opened and passed me a cold bottle from the refrigerator. She lit a cigarette and poured herself a large Scotch from geometrically shaped bottle. She wedged her cigarette between her lips and looked up.
"Ron, straight to bed. I'm feeling horny as fuck. Let's make our last one a good one, OK? What time you need to be home?"
"Six," I replied, "I guess I have maybe an hour."
"OK, that gives us more than enough time. C'mon! Chop chop! Bed!"
==
We undressed quietly. Cara finished her cigarette and we fucked.
It felt more tender than usual with Cara. In a lot of ways, it was like the sex I'd had with Dom. A lot of kissing. I ate Cara out before I climbed on top. Half-way through, Cara rolled me over, so that she was on top. I sucked powerfully on one of Cara's pierced nipples as she came, and as her orgasm came to a close, I ejaculated into Cara with an almost silent sigh.
Cara got herself another Scotch and joined me back in bed. I turned down another beer. Louise knew I'd often have a quick Friday beer on the way home. Maximum two, my usual driving limit. I stuck to that.
"Ron, I'm going to give you one last piece of advice. Shit, I said that already, didn't I? OK, one MORE last piece of advice. You need to make it clear to Louise that if she fucks other guys behind your back, or at the very least without your express permission, you're done. YOU need to give HER that ultimatum. Louise told me last night she felt that you were becoming 'more gay'. She thinks as long as you're fucking guys, and she STRONGLY suspects you're fucking other guys behind her back, and let's face it Ron, you ARE, well she thinks you don't care what she does, and her new viewpoint is she's going to fuck whoever she wants. There was a guy in the bar last night. They talked for a while. Flirty shit, some 'double entendres'. If he didn't end up hitting on a sweet young blonde chick and leaving with her, Louise probably would have made a move. And the way she was talking, she didn't seem to care much if she stayed out all night, because she said to me that you didn't care either."
"Cara, Louise has got this totally wrong,' I objected.
"But Ron, Louise isn't seeing it like that. And I'm seeing her selfish side come out front more and more. She always had it. But I think that the reason is that she also has an insecure side. She doesn't acknowledge it. I think she always needed your love. Needs your love. But now she thinks she doesn't have that. She thinks all you care about is fucking other guys. She thinks you don't want her as much as you want to fuck guys. So, she's becoming more insecure, and without realizing it, she's becoming a lot more nasty because of that. Also, she thinks she can make herself happy again by fucking guys who WANT her. And she knows that a lot of guys want her. Anyway, you know that Louise knows she can practically have any guy she wants. You need to make sure that YOU are the guy she wants. And if you can't share her in a way that doesn't fuck up your relationship, you need to make sure you are the ONLY guy she wants."
"Cara, I love Louise, you know that."
Cara laughed. She looked into my eyes and moved her hand down until she found my cock.
"Ron, not one fucking hour ago you were saying you wanted to start an affair with me! What if I'd gone along with your bullshit plan? Jesus, look at us now, we're lying in bed together, and I've got your dick in my hand. Is this how you love Louise?"
I didn't know what to say.
"Ron, you AND Louise need to grow the fuck up. I'm actually worried for your marriage. In the past week, I've seen it go very wrong. Maybe you guys need to take a break. And if you really want your marriage to work, I suggest you stop fucking other guys. You think Louise is more jealous of Shawna. Of other women. She mentioned that amateur pornstar you know, Donna, I think that's her name. How she'd heard you'd fucked her when she was away with the kids, but she didn't care."
"Cara.." I was wondering where Louise had got that rumor from.
"Ron, no! You need to talk this shit through with Louise. Soon. If I was you, I'd tell Louise that you don't want to have gay sex anymore. You need to make Louise feel like she's the 'one' again. I'd say that's your only hope."
"You've given me a lot to think about, Cara."
"Hopefully not too much that I can't smoke a joint and have you put this little beauty," Cara said squeezing my cock, "in my tight ass."
Cara flashed me a wicked smile and leaned over to kiss me.
"I hope I didn't talk you out of that."
==
The anal sex with Cara was also surprisingly tender. Cara lay on her side and I gently penetrated her ass, squeezed up tight against her smooth- skinned back. As I slowly fucked her, Cara twisted her body and we kissed like two star-struck lovers. Cara forcefully frigged her clit until she came with a whimper and I swiftly followed, releasing a slow aching single squirt of cum up Cara's asshole.
As we de-coupled, Cara lit a cigarette, ruffled her pink hair with her free hand, and with her back turned away from me asked me to leave.
After I dressed and got ready to go, Cara gave me one last look.
"Ron. Fix things up with Louise. At least try. I think you can do it. And stop with the fakeness. It's really not you. Anyway, good luck! You'll need it."
It was the last time I saw Cara for a very long time.
TO BE CONTINUED