Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 77
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Sunday eventually managed to drag its way through an incredibly slow Saturday and sharp strands of sunlight awoke me early from my slumber in the spare room. After I got ready, I spent most of the morning playing with the boys. Well, more accurately, I spent the morning watching them playing games individually on their tablets. 'Subway Surfers' was a big fave. And Roblox. Seems to me that these days they probably give out iPads to kids in the maternity ward as soon as they pop out.
Louise drove the kids over to her mom and dad's house shortly after one. While Louise was gone, I sat in the living room in silence wondering how this would all play out. Our 'chat'. THE 'chat'. I tried to stay positive.
As I sat thinking, I realized that I just couldn't work Louise out anymore. I mean, she'd been the one to drive us on in our adventures. Sure, I'd gone along with it, then got more into it, granted, but I still felt like Louise was the dominant partner, and I was the more passive one.
One thing bothered me more than anything else. I felt worried that Louise knew what I was doing in secret. Had some proof, maybe? I told myself to stay cool when Louise returned. I'd gain nothing by turning this into another shouting match.
Keep calm. Admit to nothing. Deny everything. It was my only viable strategy. It wasn't like I was totally innocent here. I'd consciously embarked on a solo career. I WAS fucking other people in secret. And Louise had warned me on more than one occasion what repercussions would result if she caught me.
I was dragged out of my contemplation by a buzz on my cellphone. It was a text, from Louise.
-- Ron. Dad is golfing, I'm staying with mom for lunch. Fix yourself lunch, I'll be home by 3pm. Possibly later.
Shit. So, even more time for me to wait.
I stood up and thought about getting a beer. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Louise's laptop on the breakfast bar. I popped a can, and then took a snap decision.
I logged onto Louise's laptop. I knew her password. I thought about starting with her email, when the idea entered my mind to take a look at Louise's photo library first. I opened it up and noticed a folder marked 'Private'. I clicked on it. It asked me for a password. I typed the same password I'd used to log on. Bingo! I was in.
There looked to be around 50, 60 files. Most were photos, but there were some movies. The files mostly had these meaningless auto-generated names, a series of random letters and numbers. I sorted the files by date order, oldest first. Then I took a deep swig of beer and dived in.
Was this a good idea? Possibly not? But fuck it, two could play at Louise's game. OK, let's do it.
The first file was a movie. I opened it. Wow! Me ass-fucking Debbie, Louise filming. Shit, that must have been, like over a year ago. Seemed like the distant past. So much had happened since.
The next file was also a movie. The filename had a less fucked-up name, 'bisex791091'. I opened it. Fuck, I'd forgotten all about this. It was a movie shot at Frank and Donna's place, and it showed Jon Parker sucking young Robert's dick. I was confused that Louise had this one. It occurred to me that maybe she was accessing Donna's adult website on the sly.
Next, I opened a photo rather than a movie. And again, I got a surprise. It was the photo of Ricky inside Shawna's cunt. That time we got home and caught Ricky and Shawna having sex on the couch. I thought Louise had said she'd deleted this photo?
As I studied the picture I concentrated on Shawna. Shawna looked so good, so young, so sexy. I wanted, no, I needed to fuck her again. And if I could do it while she was still an item with that bastard, Jon Parker, so much the better.
The next photo set was a series of selfies. Louise with her tits out, Louise smoking, Louise teasing her cunt lips apart in a mirror. I think they were pictures Louise shot when I was on a course in Boston. Creation dates of the files looked about right. There were some I hadn't seen before.
As I looked at the pictures of Louise, I noticed that I was starting to get hard.
I got confirmation of the Boston trip angle when the next file I opened was a shot of Mike. I tried hard to remember his full name, but it wouldn't come to me. Mike from the training course, worked at the airport, the guy who'd DP-ed Louise with me. And, I suddenly remembered, had fucked my ass, at Louise's insistence.
Next were a couple of pictures of Louise and Shawna smoking. Again, Shawna was looking incredibly sexy. Then a couple of close-ups of Louise's genitalia, her gold vibrator featuring heavily in both.
There was another picture that looked like it came from Donna's website, the filename gave it away. I opened it. Fabio, looking at the camera, with his huge cock poised over a light-brown colored female body, no face visible. I was pretty sure that it was Shawna.
The next dozen files also had less random names and looked like Donna files. I cycled through them.
Donna and Louise, twelve years ago, the summer I did my European trip. Both topless. Both looking great. Donna had been a looker when she was younger. When she was less fat. I remembered all the trouble that happened when Louise had found out these pictures were visible to users of Donna's website.
Next there were some more pictures of Mike. I felt a little jealous that Louise had downloaded them and kept them.
I opened another movie.
Shit! This brought back some memories. Good and bad. David. Sweet feminine David, and Louise, doing their make-up. Hadn't David posted that one on YouTube? David was beautiful. As my dick strained against the front of my pants, I wished I could fuck him again.
A couple more movies followed, both featuring Rowena.
Rowena sucking a guy's dick in an alleyway, accompanied by a running commentary from Louise. I tensed as it got to the part Louise got her titties out. I knew what was coming, but it still shocked me. My cock twitched involuntarily. I'd already started seeping pre-cum from my slit. I got more turned on when I remembered Louise telling me she'd shared the guy's cum with Rowena. Turned on, yet angry.
The next one showed Rowena sucking me off. The night Louise had brought Rowena home. That same night. It was the night I'd fucked David behind Louise's back, and she'd gone out on the prowl with Rowena, dressed like a slut.
I grimaced as I opened the next picture. A cock pic, it was basically a hard dick poking out of a pair of jeans, one that had just emitted a pool of milky sperm. I remembered that it was the babysitter's cock. Ricky, after he'd tried to fuck Louise when I was out of town.
Next there were a couple of non-XXX photos of Louise and Rudy in a bar, and one of Louise smoking outside a bar. Based on the timestamps on the files I had a good idea what was coming next. I wasn't wrong.
The next movie featured Cara and Louise having passionate lesbian sex in Cara's office. That was followed by another security cam scene, the Sandy/Rudy/Louise three-way. I watched in morbid yet very aroused curiosity as Rudy fucked Louise doggystyle on the floor of Cara's office, while Louise tongued Sandy's cunt. Just how turned on I was feeling, disturbed me.
There were then a couple more solo photos of Cara, naked. She was smoking in one of them, and I studied this one in detail for about a minute. I'd never really thought Cara was super-sexy, but in this picture I realized that she actually was a very hot older woman.
Most of the remaining photos were the shots we'd done for the swingers' website. But I also noticed that Louise had saved some pictures of Barry and Annette from their profile.
This bothered me. Louise and her thing for older men. Why the fuck did she have a problem with me and guys, if she couldn't control her urges for men in their 40s and 50s?
I looked at my watch. Louise wouldn't be back for a while. I gave serious consideration to jerking off, but I felt there might be a chance of sex with Louise later if things went well, so I resisted the urge.
OK. I took a deep breath as I decided to look at Louise's emails.
I switched to Louise's mail client and scrolled down through a page or so of non-descript special offer shopping type emails.
I noticed a couple of recent emails from 'CaraTomlinsonBoutique'. The most recent was a 'Thanks it was fun while it lasted' type memo, and I was heartened when I read the final sentences where Cara stressed that 'Ron loves you' and that Louise should think hard before making any 'Life changing decisions'. I mentally thanked Cara.
As I rooted around, I was happy to find no suggestive emails to Louise from any guys. But I guess she could have filed or deleted them. There was an email a while back from a 'Ruthie Mandelson'. I opened that one. Ruthie was asking Louise for her next lake trip schedule so that 'embarrassment could be avoided' and apologized for her husband's behavior. I sighed as I remembered Louise telling me what had happened at the lake. I still counted the dentist's interrupted penetration of Louise as a fuck.
On a whim, I searched emails using the search phrase 'Donna' and was surprised to see quite a few from 'DonnaMaloneyXXX'. Shit, I was going to take a look at these.
I looked at the dates and tried to estimate when 'Whoregate' had happened. I clicked on a couple of non-descript party arrangement type mails, then I hit paydirt.
Donna apologizing mainly. But I saw an exchange where Louise had requested that Donna send her all photos that Louise was in. I found the next email in the thread and noticed there were about twenty files attached. Donna had told Louise, 'Remember, ALL the pictures are here, even THAT one'. I didn't think I'd seen that many young Donna pictures when I'd looked at Louise's photo library, and a quick check showed me to be correct. There were ones attached to the email that hadn't been saved to Louise's 'Private' folder.
I started opening the picture files attached to Donna's email.
The first ones were of Louise and Donna in a swimming pool, Donna's Uncle Stan's place it looked like. Next, there were the topless shots I'd seen, plus a couple of other topless shots I hadn't seen before, featuring another girl, a skinny but not unattractive teen. There were the ones I knew about with Louise, Donna, Donna's first husband, and the Ruggy guy. But when I got to the last picture and opened it, my heart skipped a beat. In fact, it practically stopped when I looked more closely.
It was a picture of young Louise, a cigarette in one hand, topless, with her arms draped round a blond guy, kissing him. I mean properly kissing him. What the fuck was I looking at?
I examined the picture more closely. Then a realization suddenly hit me, and I nearly threw Louise's laptop across the kitchen.
Alex! Alex Sutton! That fucking bastard! Jesus Christ! No fucking around behind my back while I was in Europe, eh Louise?!? Jesus H Christ! My anger flowed through my body. This changed things I felt. This changed things.
I put Louise's laptop down, closing the picture folder, then navigating back to Louise's mail making sure I left no evidence of my snooping.
Fuck. I was incredibly angry. I looked again at my watch. Still a while before that fucking bitch got home. I grabbed a beer and stormed through to the living room. I sat down on the couch, telling myself to calm down.
After maybe ten minutes running worst case scenarios through my head, Alex fucking Louise, Louise fucking other guys while I was away, I forced myself back down until I was in a semi-reasonable state of mind.
OK, what was I going to do?
Thing is, when I'd done my trip to Spain and Portugal, I'd fucked a couple of girls and never told Louise about it.
The first had been at a campsite in Southern Spain. An attractive girl I'd seen around the pool area but hadn't really spoken to, she was older than me, probably mid-twenties, sat down next to me one night in a bar. It was my final night before moving on, and without saying anything she grabbed me and started necking with me. She spoke OK English, and asked me back to her tent, where we fucked all night. I got to sleep at 7am, and nearly missed the bus to Seville when I eventually woke up with a very tender cock and got my shit together.
The second was in Lisbon. Again, I'd been at a bar, and again it was the girl came onto me. I wasn't looking to cheat on Louise, I loved her even then. In fact, I'd nearly cancelled my Europe trip to stay home that summer with Louise.
The girl, a very cute young waitress, made it clear she was interested. I was on my own and looking a little lost, and I think she felt sorry for me. Shortly before closing time, she signaled me out into an alleyway out back when she was about to take a smoke break, and we shared a furtive kiss. She didn't want her boss, a well-endowed older woman to see us. She told me to wait in an all-night cafe nearby, then took me back to her apartment, which she shared with three other girls. Again I had a night of serial fucking. The girl was small and very pretty. After our first fuck, which we did conventionally, missionary style, she insisted I only take her from behind. The girl was a total squealer, and the knowing looks and glances from her roommates the next morning, and the giggled conversations in Portuguese, made it clear they'd all heard us going at it.
I was supposed to meet the girl the next night, but after a phone call with Louise, where I felt very guilty, I chickened out, and I avoided the bar for the few more days I had in Lisbon, before heading back to Madrid for my flight home.
I couldn't even remember the girls' names. Possibly the first girl was called Christina. And I actually wondered if the waitress had even told me her name. Jesus, it seemed so long ago.
Contemplating my own sexual transgressions that summer calmed me down some. I mean it was like twelve years ago. And based on my own infidelities, weren't we 'even'? And wasn't there an unwritten statute of limitations on this shit?
But I really didn't like Alex Sutton. He'd been a friend of mine for a while, but he'd been a total asshole one night when we were on a double- date and I dropped him after that.
It was before Louise and I got together.
Anyway, I was fifteen. He was with a girl, Anna Stewart, who had a voracious sexual appetite. She didn't exactly sleep around, but when you went steady with her everybody knew you got it a lot.
I was with a girlfriend of Anna's, Julie Ferrigno, who I remembered was definitely fifteen, as she was a 'keep her virginity until she was sixteen' type. She would blow me, well she wouldn't let me come in her mouth, and she loved me eating her cunt, but she made it totally clear I wasn't getting my dick into her pussy until she turned sixteen, and we split up a few months before that. I couldn't wait.
What finished it for me was one night at Julie's house when her parents were out. I remember it was a Saturday. Anyway, we were fooling around in Julie's bedroom. We were both naked, and I was giving Julie a massage. She was lying on her front and I was rubbing my teenage hardon between her ass cheeks. I accidentally on purpose managed to briefly slide my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She freaked, in fact she screamed, and I immediately pulled out. She told me to go home, and despite some pleading on my part, shit I was 80% of the way to an orgasm, I reluctantly walked home. I didn't call Julie again, and she made no real effort to get in touch with me, so that was the end of it.
Anyway, back to that bastard Alex. One night before Julie and I split, we were at Anna's parents' house, they were away for the weekend. Alex fucked Anna upstairs, while Julie and me made out on the couch in the living room, in an 'everything but full sex' kind of scenario. I remember that I had rubbed off against Julie's abdomen and spurted on her belly.
At some point, Alex came down for a drink, and Julie was in the kitchen at the time cleaning the bottom of her cropped t-shirt which had gotten a few splashes of my cum on it.
After Alex went back upstairs, Julie rejoined me and seemed pretty upset. She didn't elaborate why at the time. But she told me about a week later that Alex had flicked a used condom at her and asked her to go upstairs for a 'good fucking' because Anna was tired out.
I didn't really hang around much with Alex after that. I felt that he'd disrespected Julie big time, and also disrespected me.
And now it looked like he'd fucked Louise while I was on my European road- trip. While Louise and me were an item. Louise had cheated on me. Fuck, I felt extremely angry.
I sat and stewed for about an hour. But, the more I thought about it, the more I decided to just let it go. It was ancient history. What would be the point in bringing it up? Perhaps if things got really out of hand during our talk. But dragging up old shit like this? What would it achieve?
Louise got back around twenty minutes after three, walking in the door with a freshly lit cigarette in her hand.
I stood up. Louise walked past me and sat down on the couch where I'd been sitting. I looked at Louise and moved to the chair opposite, creating some space between us. Louise didn't look like she wanted me snuggling up to her on the couch.
Louise looked up at me. "OK, Ron, time for our chat."
TO BE CONTINUED