Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 80
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Travel logistics worked out seamlessly, and shortly after 6:15pm our doorbell rang.
"I'll get it Ron," Louise told me as I came out of the kitchen. I was slightly nervous.
Louise, hair done and make-up on, was wearing a low-cut black T-shirt, plenty cleavage showing, and faded blue jeans, with flat shoes. She walked over to the door and opened it.
"Hi, you must be Emmy! Come on in," said Louise, backing into the room to allow Emmy to enter.
"Hi Louise," Emmy replied. Then she glanced over in my direction. "Hi, Ron!"
I said 'Hi' back.
Although she spoke English perfectly, I couldn't place Emmy's accent. It was almost American, but not quite American.
Louise closed the door and both her and Emmy walked over to the couch. Emmy was wearing a short light-brown overcoat and what looked like a dark-blue mid-length dress, and a pair of white-and-pink Nike sneakers.
"Do you want a drink, Emmy?" Louise asked.
"Well, I might do. Sorry to be a pain. Can we discuss what we need to discuss first?"
"Ah, sure," Louise replied, "..ehm, you mean the financials?"
"Yes. I'll need the three hundred now, if that's OK?"
"Oh, right. Sorry. Yes, of course. Ron, can you give Emmy the cash please?"
I had the notes folded in the back pocket of my jeans. I reached in and pulled the notes out and handed the money to Emmy.
"Thanks, Ron. Do you have condoms?"
I suddenly looked surprised.
"OK, don't worry, I have plenty," Emmy smiled, noticing my discomfort.
"Any extras, OK, you two look respectable, and you have a nice house. If it ends up we do anything extra, I trust you to pay, OK? Also, so you know, and this is basic security, but I gave your address to a friend, and I emailed the ride reference number to them, and I've taken a picture of your house and sent that to a friend. And I checked in on your street on Facebook. Don't worry, my Facebook is private, well this account is anyway, and I'll delete everything afterwards. But you have to be careful these days. I guess that's why a lot of girls don't do outcalls, or if they do, only to hotels. I haven't had any horrible stuff happen to me, but I've heard stories."
I hadn't actually thought about those aspects of a hooker's life before.
Emmy looked over at Louise.
"So, we going upstairs? Just so you know, the hour started when I walked in the door. But these things rarely last a full hour. But if you've done this before, you'll know that."
"Ron, .. eh, yes. Emmy, we'll go upstairs. Did you want a drink first? Or I can take something up. I have a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge if you like that?"
"Sure, Louise, bring that up. Maybe I'll take a drink. But don't open the bottle until we're all in the bedroom, OK? I've heard of girls getting slipped a mickey before."
Again, it struck me that I'd never considered the dangers a prostitute might face before.
"Ron, get the bottle and three glasses," Louise said, before turning to Emmy. "Emmy let's go upstairs."
==
I got upstairs to find Louise and Emmy undressing. I watched Emmy slip her dark blue cotton dress off and got my first real good look at her, side on.
Emmy was a pretty enough girl, with dyed blonde hair. Her hair showed some hints of an underlying dark color, more concentrated at her roots, so it didn't look like it had been colored recently.
She was wearing 'obvious' make-up. Emmy's eyelids were heavily shaded. It was a dark-blue eye-shadow, and her lips, which looked botoxed, were painted with a glossy red lipstick.
To me, despite her comments earlier to the contrary, she looked like a hooker, and especially so now that she was naked.
Body-wise, Emmy had a slim figure, with a decent smallish pair of round tits. I noticed a small stubby scar just visible underneath her right breast, the one closest to me. Boob job, for sure. I reckon that the younger pre-surgery Emmy had been flat-chested.
Emmy's ass looked nowhere near as big as it did on her profile on the website. Which was not a bad thing in my opinion. So at least a couple of her profile photos I reckoned had been photoshopped. Emmy had some phrase in a flowing script tattooed on her right shoulder, I couldn't make out what it said, and a small flower was inked on her right hip. As Emmy twisted towards me, I caught a good look at her freshly clean-shaven pussy.
I noticed that Louise had flopped back onto the bed to get her jeans off. As she sat back up, she looked over at Emmy, then to me.
"Ron, undress," she instructed me.
As I took my clothes off, Emmy went into her bag and looked over at me.
"OK, guys, I have a couple of outfits, if you.."
"Let me see, Emmy, don't worry about Ron," Louise interrupted.
"OK, Louise, hun. So first I have this."
Emmy showed Louise a bright blue fishnet body-stocking outfit. As she unfolded it, I saw that it looked like it was crotchless as far as I could tell. Emmy put it down on the bed.
"And, I have this," Emmy said, pulling what looked like a single long strip of black latex out of her bag, which she quickly unfolded to show Louise.
As she re-arranged the latex garment, I saw that it was made up of long sleek leggings attached to a set of straps which seemed to converge like a letter 'X' onto a silver metallic ring. She also put this onto the bed.
"I brought one pair of shoes, these," Emmy said pulling out a silver pair of platform sandals with ultra-high thin heels, "These kinda go with everything, and I can even wear them on their own if you want? Some people are into shoes."
I quickly thought back to my liaison with Linda Ware, as Emmy dug into her bag again.
"And I always bring a fresh set of stockings," Emmy added, as she pulled out a thin black package.
"These are hold-ups. I also have a strap-on."
"I have one too," Louise said with a smile.
"Well, Louise, hun, if you want me to use one on you, or Ron, I have to use my own. Look," Emmy pulled out a black dildo-ed latex jockstrap type item, "I've preset the fit and it's set up right for me, see," Emmy pointed to a ridge on the opposite side of the 'cock', "The stimulator here rubs hard on my clit when I'm using it. I do like it."
Louise beamed a smile, "Wow, Emmy, I do like the look of that! What about you, Ron?" Louise laughed.
Before I could answer, Louise turned to Emmy, "Ron's not a big fan of 'pegging', Emmy. On the other hand, I really like the idea of you using it on me."
"OK, Louise, hun," Emmy said, as she turned to me. "Ron, which.."
"The black latex outfit," Louise said sharply, cutting Emmy off. "Just so there's no confusion, I'm in charge, Emmy. Clear?"
Emmy smiled a slightly confused smile and turned back to Louise.
"Sure, Louise, hun. Crystal clear!"
After Louise helped Emmy into the latex outfit, she led Emmy back over to the bed and signaled for Emmy to lie down.
When the latex outfit was on, the leggings part of it fitted tightly over Emmy's shapely legs, I guess like a pair of shiny black latex stockings, but with open feet. Louise had told Emmy not to put the stripper shoes on, so her small feet were bare. The top part of the outfit was effectively an X-shaped strapping which was attached to a tight choker-style collar. Emmy's cunt, ass and tits were fully exposed, and the strapping at the top cut in just under Emmy's fake boobs, pushing them upwards slightly.
Louise lay down next to Emmy.
"God, Louise, your tits are amazing," Emmy purred.
"Suck them baby," Louise said softly.
"What about, Ron?" Emmy asked.
"Ron can watch at first. Ron," Louise twisted her neck back in my direction, "Take a seat, I'll tell you when you're needed."
Fuck me. This again. Louise in control freak mode.
I wondered if our 'chat' was all about Louise re-establishing control. I still wasn't getting the contradiction between the last five or six weeks and then the sudden Saturday outburst followed by our subsequent week of mutual resentment. I felt that it had to be the Donna rumor that was the catalyst. Again, it hit me. I needed to do something about my transgression with Donna, soon.
But after a brief pause, I sat down, like I was told to.
I watched as Louise slowly dangled her voluptuous breasts over Emmy's face. Emmy reached up, gripped Louise's tits firmly, and started to suck. A twang went through my cock. I wasn't yet hard, but I could definitely feel the first stirrings in my loins.
Louise asked Emmy if she kissed.
"Louise, hun, I don't normally. I'll kiss you, but sorry, I won't kiss Ron. Is that OK?" Emmy answered in an earnest tone.
Louise answered silently with a nod, before leaning down and locking her lips onto Emmy's. My cock twitched involuntarily.
My cock stiffened further as Louise went down on Emmy. Emmy had explained that she wouldn't 'eat' Louise, when Louise had at first suggested a 69.
After maybe five minutes, at the start of which Emmy had started issuing, what were in my opinion, theatrically fake moans, Louise asked Emmy to put her strap-on dildo on. Louise had to help, but together they managed it after a couple of minutes. Emmy finished by slipping a black condom over her silicon shaft.
Then, when the dildo section was firmly in place, Emmy climbed onto the bed next to Louise.
Louise lay flat on her back and spread her legs, lifting her knees up slightly.
"Fuck me, Emmy! Do it!"
Shit. My cock was now hard. I slowly wrapped my right palm around my shaft and squeezed.
Emmy carefully positioned herself over Louise, and I watched closely as Emmy's lower back stiffened and her tight ass muscles tensed. The latex outfit was completely open both front and back at the groin area, so I had a perfect view of Emmy's nether regions.
Emmy moved her body forward slowly, easing herself down on her thin but muscular arms. It looked like she was concentrating hard, making sure the tip of the plastic dick was firmly centered on Louise's wet cunt.
Louise let out a low groan as Emmy jerked forwards, the artificial phallus sliding easily into Louise's willing cunt.
Emmy paused, then slightly readjusted her position before she started pumping. After a few tentative thrusts, Emmy soon got a good rhythm going. Louise closed her eyes and started moaning. Emmy turned slightly and glanced over at me, I'd actually started to wonder if they'd forgotten me. Louise for sure was giving me no thought. Emmy smiled briefly, then focused back on Louise. This was a job to her after all, and Louise was the one paying the bill.
After a couple of minutes of female-on-female shafting it had started to sound like Emmy was now getting some stimulation of her own from her clit 'polisher'. The quiet moans now escaping from Emmy's lips didn't sound anything like her patently fake moans from a few minutes before.
Louise suddenly opened her eyes and asked Emmy to stop.
"Emmy, wait! Pull out, baby."
Emmy edged backwards. Louise gestured over at me.
"Ron, time for you to join us."
I stood up. My dick was now rock hard.
"OK, Ron. I want you on the bed, I want to be on top. Emmy?" Louise looked up at Emmy as she spoke, "Can you do me from behind, with your thing in my ass?"
This really surprised me. Shit. Louise wasn't kidding when she said she still wanted 'freaky sex'.
"Sure, Louise. Anything you want. Like you told me, you're in charge, hun."
"OK, Ron, come on. Don't hang around. I've got that tingle building, quick!"
Louise and Emmy stood up as I lay down on my back, genuinely surprised at Louise's stated desires.
"Louise, if Ron is going to put his cock in me, I need him to wear a condom. It would be better if he did that now, so that.."
"Ron won't be fucking you today, Emmy baby. He's all mine," Louise laughed. It sounded more like it was an ironic 'Oh no you don't' type laugh.
Louise squatted down next to me and squeezed my cock. 'Hhhm, Ron, looks like you're good and ready. Emmy, take a feel, you think Ron's hard enough for me?"
I noted that Louise said 'For ME', not 'For US'.
As Louise released my dick, Emmy sat on the bed and reached over, gripping my shaft with her left hand. She squeezed tightly as she looked into my eyes and smiled. She kept on squeezing until it felt my glans was going to explode.
"Ron, has a nice dick, Louise," Emmy said as she relaxed her grip a tiny amount and started sliding her wrist up and down.
I was already fully hard, and I was now desperate for Emmy to wrap her lips around my throbbing member. I knew Louise wasn't going to sanction anything like that, so I closed my eyes and waited in anticipation for Louise to decide it was time to mount me. Which wasn't long.
Maybe fifteen seconds into Emmy's slow cock massage, Louise asked Emmy to stop, and scrambled over me.
"OK, Emmy, let me get set with Ron. Ron, I want you to be the one who does the work. This whole DP thing, you know, I think it's a miracle it ever works. I mean it's like only two or three times I've done this. I always think it's going to slip out."
Louise didn't explain which "it" she thought was going to slip out of where. And I tried to tune out the 'two or three' comment. Had we actually done this three times? I couldn't remember. Had Louise done this with somebody else?
"Ron, you ready?" Louise inquired.
"Yes, Louise, I've got it," I replied, focusing my efforts to not sound too pissed. I was pretty fucking annoyed I wasn't going to get to fuck Emmy.
Louise reached down, adjusted my cock position so it pointed upwards towards her damp snatch, then she pushed downwards, her warm, almost sticky cunt swallowing my shaft.
"Fuck!" I breathed as Louise took me all the way in, Louise letting out a grunted gasp in response.
"Ron. Fuck me! Do it!" Louise demanded.
I started to thrust upwards, using the tension of the mattress to accentuate the upward impetus building from my ass muscles and feet.
Louise was breathing heavily. I could feel Emmy next to us, my upper thigh sliding against the smooth latex leggings adding to my excitement. Why wouldn't Louise let me fuck Emmy? This was really bugging me, but as Louise rode me, I tried not to focus on these thoughts. Louise could still push my buttons, her massive tits flopping up and down in front of my face. I stretched my neck up, trying with varying degrees of success to lick or suck Louise's erect nipples.
"OK, Emmy, I'm ready!" Louise gasped, as we slowed down the pace.
"OK, hun. Hold on, stop for just a second, Louise. Ron, pull out, just for a few seconds," Emmy urged.
I didn't quite understand the instruction. Louise bypassed any hesitancy on my part by squirming off of my cock.
"OK, Louise, hun, let me do this first. I'm gonna get it good and slippy."
I felt a firm nudge as Emmy moved directly behind Louise, then Louise's tits flopped onto my chest as Emmy pushed her strap-on into Louise's cunt, forcing Louise to lean forward onto me.
"Oh, fuck!" Louise squealed.
I felt the pressure of Emmy's body on my legs, then the mattress rocked as Emmy pushed the silicon dick in and out of Louise's cunt. Emmy did maybe a dozen firm thrusts, then I felt the mattress sink deeper between my legs as Emmy detached her legs from mine and pulled out.
Louise was now breathing heavily. It was Emmy who spoke next.
"Ron, get yourself back in. Louise, hun, when Ron's back in, stay still. I'll get myself set, and we can get this thing done properly. OK, hun?"
Louise breathed a 'Yes' before she lifted her pelvic area up and grabbed my slippery cock. After a few tries, she placed its tip at the entrance to her cunt and edged her body backwards.
"OK, Ron, here we go," Louise said, as she re-impaled herself on my dick. I suppressed a cough-like groan as my cock sunk in.
I held still, feeling Louise open her legs wider as she pushed herself further down, making her ass available to Emmy. Louise held still for maybe two seconds, then I felt Emmy move forwards.
"OK, Louise. Relax. I'll push in real slow, OK, here we.."
Louise let out a painful yelp, an 'OOOOWWW!". Emmy froze.
"You, OK, hun? I can.."
"No," Louise gasped, "Put it in deeper, but do it slow."
Again, I felt the pressure of Emmy pushing forward, this time all the way into Louise's tight asshole. As the dildo stretched Louise's anal passage, it seemed like Louise's cunt was at the same time compressing my stiff dick as her whole body tensed in final anticipation.
"OK, Louise, I'm in as far as I can go, hun."
"Ron, fuck me. Do it! FUCK ME HARD!"
I pushed up in a jerky motion at first, then, as I adjusted my position for maximum access to Louise's cunt, I started pumping in a less awkward manner. I soon got into a smooth rhythm.
Louise started moaning. As I rocked, my penis prodding deeply into Louise's cunt, I could feel Emmy's latex-ed legs sliding against mine. Emmy just seemed to have settled into a static holding pattern, with the dildo still deeply embedded in my wife's shithole, but I found the smooth rubbing of the latex on my legs incredibly sensual. Fuck, why wouldn't Louise let me fuck Emmy too?
I pumped for maybe two, three minutes, I was even starting to get tired, when it happened.
It surprised me when I came first.
Louise always had that quivering tell, when I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm, and she'd seemed to be close from almost as soon as Emmy penetrated her ass with the strap-on and I started pumping. I knew it was going to be a big one for Louise and I'd expected her to come pretty quickly.
As I climaxed, I gritted my teeth, trying in vain to stem the flow of seed spurting against my will deep into Louise's snatch. As my orgasm dampened, but before my cock had totally finished twitching, Louise's whole body went VERY still. Then she gasped and went totally rigid before she exploded in a series of VERY loud high-pitched wails. What sounded like a more joyous and satisfied version of the "OOOOWWW!" she'd screamed when Emmy had first slipped the dildo into her ass.
It was probably the first time I'd ever worried about the noise reaching the neighbors.
After a whimpered denouement, Louise leaned forward on me, now sweating profusely. I felt Emmy take a slow backward movement, removing the solid fake cock out of Louise's by now tender asshole.
Shit. This had been good. I mean I was still pissed some that I hadn't got to fuck Emmy, but there were definitely worse ways to spend an early Sunday evening. Although I was slightly concerned that Louise had ideas about Emmy sticking her dildo in my ass.
Louise rolled off of me, panted, grabbed a cigarette, and lit up. Emmy stood up.
"You want one, Emmy?"
"Yes, please," Emmy replied. Louise took another Marlboro from her pack, lit it, and handed it to Emmy.
"Louise, Ron, can you get me an Uber? I mean now? Time it gets here, well, I don't want to sound like a clock-watcher, but I'd like to get back to my apartment. Sunday nights can be busy. I probably missed a few calls already. Unless Ron wants to fuck me, but you'd need to recharge quick, Ron hun."
"No Emmy, we're done. Thanks. Ron, fix Emmy an Uber will you baby?" Louise asked me. Looked like I wasn't getting any opportunity to recharge.
I got up and grabbed my phone. After a few moments, I looked over at Emmy. "Eleven minutes."
"Ah, good. I better get organized."
==
When Emmy left, Louise and I went downstairs and opened the bottle of Prosecco.
Louise sat down on the couch. I sat down next to her.
"So, Ron," Louise said thoughtfully, "Did you enjoy that? I certainly did."
"Yeah, Louise. I saw that you enjoyed it."
Louise looked at me, perhaps detecting a lack of enthusiasm in my voice.
"Oh? And what didn't you enjoy about it? I mean you got to watch a lesbo show with your gorgeous wife and a sexy young whore. I fucked your brains out, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. And your wife had an amazing orgasm, one of the best ever. So, Ron? What's not to like?"
"Louise, it was great," I lied, trying to sound genuine. Well, most of it HAD been great, but I was not liking Louise treating me like an object. Should I be as open as Louise had indicated that she wanted me to be? And tell Louise I'd desperately wanted to fuck Emmy, and I'd been disappointed not to? No. Not today, not now, not ever. Not after what we'd talked about earlier.
"OK, Ron. As long as you understand. I want 'normal' relations in the bedroom to become the routine. No, sorry. That's a bad word, I don't mean a routine. Shit, you know what I mean, Ron, right? Let's be like a normal loving couple, who still enjoy fucking each other, like it's the best thing in the world. The freaky stuff, I want that to be a lot less regular. And like we discussed, I'll set everything up. And nothing outside of our marriage. OK? NOTHING!"
"OK, Louise," I replied. Knowing full well 'outside of our marriage' was developing into a central pillar of my sexual identity.
"And I promise no more surprises," Louise said, looking me in the eye, "I realize sometimes I haven't practiced what I preached,"
Louise put her left hand on my leg, before continuing.
"The freaky stuff, well, from now on we'll always consult. I think now we're comfortable with the web scene, that should be much easier. We'll go to the website when we both feel the need, and we'll find a couple we're compatible with. Or whatever. Could be a couple, single, really, whatever takes our fancy. We will discuss all this up-front from now on. Agree?"
"Sure, I agree, Louise."
Louise leaned over and kissed me. A slow lingering passionate kiss.
I really didn't understand my wife anymore. And that unsettled me. A lot.
TO BE CONTINUED