Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 96
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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This isn't exactly what I call a 'Bridge Chapter', but it is mostly a 'Scene Setter' for some subsequent developments in the story.
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I woke up around 7:30am, earlier than I'd expected.
Louise was lying dead to the World, her mouth wide open. Short regular snores punctuated her slow and steady, alcohol and tobacco scented, breaths. I knew she'd wake up with a hangover. A bad one. She didn't handle Champagne well, and she'd smoked about a pack of cigarettes during the evening. Smoking had always made Louise's hangovers worse, even when we were younger.
I slowly realized that I'd not only have to give Donnie a ride home, but more than likely I'd also have to pick up the kids later. Great.
With that thought in my mind, I got out of bed.
Standing up and stretching the last remnants of sleep from my body, I knew before I left our bedroom that I'd join Donnie in bed in the spare room. Even if he was sleeping, I'd just lie next to him and rub my morning boner into his butt crack until either he woke up or I squirted a sticky load on his back.
I walked down the hallway and slowly pushed the door to the spare room open. Donnie, who was awake and looking at his phone, glanced up at me and smiled.
"Hey, Ron. Come on in. I just verified our meet on the website. Some people say it's like your credit rating. A lot of members say they won't meet someone who doesn't have at least one verified meet. You have two now. You should verify me, and that other couple that did you. I checked them out. The woman is hot, but the guy is NOT my type. He's like a fucking bear. I assume you guys just like, swapped wives or whatever?"
I didn't reply. I simply walked over to the bed. As I got ready to join Donnie, he put his phone down and pulled the covers back, exposing a very stiff cock.
I sat down. Then I leaned down and away from Donnie's face, before pushing my head down over his musky groin so that I was close to my delicious prize. Without saying a word, I started sucking on Donnie's exquisite young meat.
"Oooooohhh, fuck," Donnie gasped quietly, as I swallowed his pole.
I stretched the lower half of my body out, my legs brushing a pillow, finally bumping against the headboard. I felt Donnie reach for my own hot hard cock. I gulped as Donnie stroked my stiff dick while I continued to sloppily savor his manhood.
I felt that Donnie knew that he was teasing me, but eventually Donnie put me out of my misery. Donnie gently pushed my abdomen sideways, positioning me so that he could put my cock in his mouth. I sighed as his lips parted and he took me deep into his warm wet mouth.
Intertwined in our sensual entanglement, we both started going for it more hungrily. After about a minute and a half, Donnie came, a strong salty load pulsing into my mouth, which I swallowed with relish. The consistency was morning thick, and my cock twinged as I felt Donnie's cum slide down my throat. I knew then that I was going to cum soon myself, and indeed about thirty seconds later my orgasm hit me. I jettisoned a single long spurt of slick seed into Donnie's mouth, which he expertly swallowed in one satisfied gulp.
When we both relaxed, we uncoupled, and I breathed out heavily and lay back on the bed. Not a bad start to the day I suddenly thought.
A few moments later, Donnie clambered over me and started to kiss me. We smooched for a couple of minutes before I suggested breakfast.
We got dressed and went downstairs. I made Donnie and I some scrambled eggs and a pot of strong black coffee. After we'd finished eating, I told Donnie I'd need to go and tell Louise that I was driving him home.
Louise was still sleeping when I went back upstairs. She gave me a muffled grunted "Alright" when I lightly shook her and told her I was about to give Donnie a ride home.
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Donnie and I talked about our situation for most of the drive. I told Donnie that I'd warmed to the idea of our three-way relationship becoming more regular. But I'd have to talk it through with Louise. If Louise wasn't on the same page, I told Donnie that I'd like to continue our secret affair. Donnie replied that he had no problem with that.
Donnie then swore that he would never tell Louise about our side arrangement if it came to that. He also told me he would never let Louise know that we'd met before last night.
When we got to Donnie's, he asked me if I'd like to come in with him for 'a little while'. Tempting as it was, I managed to decline Donnie's invitation. I didn't think Louise's agreement for us to have some morning 'boy fun' extended to me spending the morning fucking Donnie's tight ass.
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I got home to find Louise sitting in the kitchen looking very hungover. Louise asked if I'd fucked Donnie while she was sleeping. Deciding that honesty was the best policy, I told Louise we hadn't fucked, but I did tell her about our sixty-nine.
Louise didn't sound too pissed when she heard about my morning escapade. Although in her current gruff state it was hard to tell. She mentioned that she liked Donnie, she said that he was a 'cute kid'. But I decided not to discuss any future possibilities until later in the day.
Louise then shakily lit a cigarette and asked me to go get the boys. I suggested I'd take them to the play zone at the Mall for a couple of hours. Give her time to relax.
"Ron, thanks," Louise smiled. "That would be kind. And when you get back, can you please keep the boys occupied for most of the day. I feel so fucking bad today. My head is killing me! And as for my asshole, don't even ask."
==
I made a day of it with the boys. We did a movie, the Lego one that was out at that time, we had an hour in the play area, then ate at the Food Court. I finally took the boys to a toy store to buy some Lego before driving home.
When we got in, Louise, who looked a lot better than she had earlier, she'd even put some make-up on, asked if I could bath the boys, which I did.
After the bath and some final TV time, I put the boys to bed. I got back downstairs around eight o'clock. Louise was drinking Coke, from a can.
"They sleeping?" Louise asked.
"Yeah. They were tired. No problems. They both fell asleep in five minutes. I promised them we'd do the Lego first thing tomorrow morning."
"Thanks, Ron. I appreciate what you did today. I only just about feel OK now. I puked earlier. God, I should cut down on my drinking. And before you say it, my smoking. My mouth tasted like an ashtray this morning."
I got myself a beer and sat down next to Louise.
"OK, Ron, I'd like to chat about last night. But before we do that, I have some interesting news."
I wondered if it was good news or bad news. And if it was bad news, how bad it was.
"So," Louise continued, "Your favorite whore, Donna."
Shit. I wondered where this was going. Maybe it was really bad. Like Louise knew. I waited in silence for the punchline.
"Well, Ron, her and Frank have split up."
Thank fuck! I thought. Louise looked at me expectantly. I thought she was looking for a response.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, really. Evidently, and I got this from Joanne, I bumped into her in the Mall Friday afternoon, and we had a coffee. Well, Donna dumped Frank for another guy. Not someone we know."
I hoped this meant Donna's crush on me had subsided.
"She kicked Frank out. The new guy has moved in already."
"That's quick," I said.
"Kind of. Joanne says Donna and the guy have had a thing going on for about two years."
Really? I thought. It wasn't too long-ago Donna was declaring her undying love for me. Interesting.
"In other news, Joanne and Evan are still an item too," Louise added. "They've also moved in together."
I let this pass without any comment from my side.
Louise put her empty can of Coke down on the coffee table in front of us, then lit a cigarette.
"Ron, I can be a curious bitch at times. So, next Saturday, I've agreed to go for drinks at Donna's. Well, I mean WE agreed to go for drinks, she invited us, not just me, you're obviously coming too. And Ron, Joanne and Evan will be there. And some other people. There's no hanky-panky on the menu. And before you say anything, we're going. No arguments. This is not a sex thing. It's social, and I need you to just go with it. OK?"
Not a 'sex thing'???
Christ, except for Donna's new boyfriend, pretty much all the people I knew that were going to be there had fucked each other. I'd obviously fucked Louise, she was my wife after all, and I'd also fucked Donna and Joanne. That cunt Evan had fucked Louise before Louise and I had got together, and obviously he was now fucking Joanne. Past performance suggested Donna MUST have fucked Evan at some time in the past. I took that as a given. Sheesh. What was the new guy letting himself in for?
"Louise, it's not what I want to do. But I'll do it for you, OK? What about you and Donna? You're not exactly friends anymore."
"Ron, with Donna, I think I can be sociable. Anyway, thanks, Ron," Louise replied, patting me on the thigh. "Looks like we've developed into a couple of mature adults."
Louise stubbed her cigarette out.
"OK, Ron, one last thing before we discuss what happened last night. Xochi. There's a party I want to go to there, next month. You'll like it. It's for trannies and admirers. If you're OK with the idea, I'll sign us up online. OK? I need to do it before midnight."
Without thinking about it for too long I told Louise I agreed. Tranny night. Even if the customers weren't up to scratch, I imagined the Agents Provocateurs would be. I was actually very enthusiastic about the idea.
"I'll show you the details before bed," Louise continued, "And we can sign up. OK, Ron, now. Last night."
We were getting down to business.
"OK," I replied. "What about last night?"
"Well, Ron, I know how you hate my little schemes. But you enjoyed yourself, right?"
I confirmed that I had indeed 'enjoyed myself'.
"So, Ron. I don't want Donnie to be the last meet we do from the website, but.."
Louise paused. I waited for her to finish.
"OK, so Ron, but.. I kinda liked him. I enjoyed what we did, some of the stuff better than the other stuff, but well, you know. Anyway. What would you say if we kept Donnie in the rotation? Like we meet Donnie once every month? Something like that?"
I swallowed. Was this happening? It seemed like Louise wanted what I wanted. And I would always have the immature satisfaction of knowing that Louise didn't really know what was happening. She would not actually be the one in the driving seat on this occasion.
Sure, I'd let Louise handle the logistics with Donnie on the website messaging app. Make her think she was the one in control. But I could really set the agenda directly with Donnie. And, I suddenly realized, I wouldn't actually mind Donnie fucking Louise with me. It seemed the perfect setup.
"OK, Louise," I answered. "I think I'm OK with that."
"I bet you are," Louise answered with a smile, "I KNEW you'd like him, Ron. He's like a younger fresher version of David. I bet if we asked Donnie to dress up as a girl for example, I bet you he'd do it. Ron, for once we seem to be on the same page. Nice!"
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Louise put a dishwasher on, then we went to bed. Louise got her laptop and opened Xochi's home page. Then she opened the 'Upcoming Events' link.
"OK, Ron, read this. Then if you agree, I'll sign us up. I have a 'hold' until midnight."
I read the details. The night was called 'The Third Way'. The article described how 'intimate enjoyment in every possible direction' was possible. The night was for 'Transexuals, Transvestites and Crossdressers and those who appreciate the unique delicacies of the Third Sex'. I was sold before I even finished reading the first paragraph.
"OK, Louise, sign us up," I said as I handed Louise's laptop back to her.
"I think we'll have a LOT of fun, Ron!" Louise said in response, before she flipped to her email and confirmed our attendance. Once she'd hit 'Send' she put her laptop down on the bedside table at her side of the bed.
"OK, Ron. I need you to do me a favor. I'm still a little tender from last night. I want to turn over on my front, and I want you to go down and caress my tender little asshole with your tongue and lips. I do NOT want anal sex. Not tonight. But do it good, and you can fuck my wet cunny and fill me up with your hot cum. Deal?"
It was a deal alright.
TO BE CONTINUED