Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 109
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Sorry for the (long) gap between chapters. The real world sometimes throws shit up, which means I've been unable to devote enough time to writing this thing lately. I'm going to do shorter chapters initially, until I get back into the groove.
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The next few weeks were strange. I couldn't really put my finger on it, I mean if I was to try and explain it. But I felt it.
Louise started to act differently. When it came to the sexual side of things I mean. It wasn't anything major, but I could notice it. Little things. Almost like mood swings. Sometimes Louise would surprise me in a good way. Other times, no, not such a good way.
Take the impromptu get together at our place with 'Jazz and Shazz'. James and Sharon. Louise of course hadn't consulted me when she'd set it up. But what was new about that?
Looking on the bright side, I did get to assfuck Sharon, who was very much an enthusiastic enjoyer of cock in the ass. But parts of the liaison fucking annoyed me. Really fucking annoyed me actually. And I could tell that Louise knew it. And didn't seem to care if she was pushing my buttons or not. THAT bothered me.
Anyway, back to our session with Sharon and James. When we did eventually head to the bedroom after some snacks and a few drinks, I felt more than a hint of jealousy as Louise grabbed James and flung him down on the bed, before practically tearing his clothes off and starting to suck on his big fat blood-engorged dick.
Sharon took the initiative with me, pulling me in close to her and kissing me, and soon we were lying on the bottom half of the bed as Louise and James started to entwine their bodies in a lustful bout of extreme French- kissing further up. It was like they were eating each other's faces.
As Sharon removed my clothes and started to nibble on the tip of my cock, I felt James maneuver himself on top of Louise, and a loud almost breathless sigh signaled that James had slid his giant cock into Louise's willing pussy. It was like they couldn't fucking wait to get it on.
Sharon then lifted her head up and turned over before squatting on her elbows, pointing her lithe ass at me and indicating by impatiently hissing that I should take her from behind. Which I did, quickly and firmly pushing my erect dick into her tight slit.
As things started to build up in intensity, I started to enjoy things more, while simultaneously enjoying things less. If that makes any sense?
Sharon, wearing a black garter belt and stockings, had started to enjoy herself. On top of her high-pitched squeals, and I could tell she wasn't faking, subtle miniscule subcutaneous trembles made her highly aroused state very apparent. Plus, her soaking wet pussy was now audibly squelching on each thrust.
But, while I slid in and out of Sharon's welcoming pussy, I couldn't tune out of Louise's enthusiastic reactions to James's erogenous promptings. I found myself focusing less on Sharon as I surreptitiously watched James fuck Louise's brains out. Shit I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you view it, they were too into each other to notice my jealous voyeurism.
James was on top, and I was starting to hate how they continued to kiss intensely as they fucked, Louise wriggling underneath James's flexing ass muscles in unrestrained pleasure, digging her nails in to James's ass cheeks as she squirmed in ecstasy on each firm poke deep into her cunt.
As I continued watching my wife getting the fucking of her life, I subconsciously started to pump Sharon's cunt ever harder until a sudden and surprising orgasm ambushed me and I came with an unintentional but very real loud groan. I felt Sharon shuddering and moaning loudly as she came seconds behind me.
As I caught my breath in my post-orgasmic comedown, I watched Louise stop James momentarily, before she silently but firmly pushed him up and over so that she could assume her favored 'cum position'.
I then watched as Louise carefully impaled herself on James's massive dark slimy dick, before she unceremoniously pounded herself to a frenzied climax. Again, I felt hypnotically bound to watch my wife's frenzied sexual abandon in all of its gory detail.
God, when Louise came, it was with a VERY noisy release, like I couldn't remember ever experiencing with her. I actually felt like I'd died a little inside as she moaned and whined her way through an unbelievably long and drawn-out climax. Shit, it was like I was watching my wife have the best sex of her life. With another guy.
When her mega-orgasm subsided, Louise stood up, and a thick stringy blob of James's cum slithered out of her cunt onto the bedsheets. Sharon stood up a few moments later. The girls looked at each other and smiled, then giggled and slowly kissed for a few moments, before Louise broke off to light a cigarette. Sharon took a quick pull on Louise's cigarette, then went to the bathroom.
I stayed leaning on the bed on my left elbow in a semi-daze. I realized right then that my jealousy had developed into something more intense. Much more intense.
I also now had a feeling that Louise was deliberately provoking me. Like she had unilaterally decided to push the boundaries of our sexual lifestyle. Maybe it was time to stop?
Louise looked at me before taking a slow drag on her cigarette and exhaling. She had a sparkle in her eye. Fuck.
As Louise gave me a smile and turned and headed to the bathroom, Sharon re- joined James on the bed and they started to kiss.
I now felt that somehow Louise knew about my extra-marital activities, like she had this hyper-sexual 'Spider Sense', and she was going out of her way to piss me off as a punishment. To prove I couldn't have things all my own way. Or maybe I was just fucking imagining things. After all, Thursday night when Connor fucked me, and I called Louise afterwards from the hotel, she'd seemed OK. She even sent me a sexy pic. She couldn't have suspected. Could she?
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When a half-hour later Louise and Sharon urged James and I to 'get it on', well even that wasn't anything spectacular. And I came away with the impression that James wasn't actually that comfortable with his 'gay side'.
It started with Sharon demanding that James suck my cock and, well, to put it bluntly, he wasn't very good. I tried to get things more active, initiating a sixty-nine. But when I did come in James's mouth, he seemed to be nowhere close to an orgasm himself. I soon gave up trying to make him cum, and there were no protests from James when I slipped his cock from my mouth and sat up. He actually seemed relieved when I then pushed myself up and off of the bed.
But then I had to suffer another unenjoyable few minutes as Sharon and Louise took it upon themselves to expertly double BJ James to a massive orgasm while I sat watching from the chair by Louise's dresser, limp-dicked and pissed off. James moaned and gasped as he spurted into Louise's mouth before she and Sharon lavishly shared his milky cum pool. And for his second orgasm of the night, it looked like James still managed to dump a decent load into the girls' mouths.
When they were done, Louise looked delighted as she turned and stared at me. Giving me a long 'Amn't I a naughty slut!' type smile. Shit. I was sure then. Something was up.
That evening's final ignominy for me was when, just before we were about to call things a night, Louise insisted on me taking pictures of her sucking James's coffee-colored monster cock. I was going to have to talk to Louise about this, but I didn't want to make an issue of it there and then.
Sharon took some pictures on her own phone of Louise enjoying James's cock too, which I didn't like in the least. Then she swallowed my cock and awkwardly took a couple of 'selfies'.
When the phone cameras were put away, Sharon continued to suck me off while Louise climbed on top of James and fucked him AGAIN, grinding herself to yet another orgasm.
As they started to fuck, it was like I was mesmerized, and once again I couldn't help watching them. This time, the way Louise was positioned on top of James meant that she was facing me. As she milked James's cock a third time, she made sure to keep her eyes open as she enthusiastically rode him. And when she caught my eye, she just stared at me and smiled, another cheeky sly 'Look at what I'm doing!' kind of smile.
And when she finally came again, she made sure that I (and probably the neighbors) knew about it, practically screaming the house down.
I had started to seriously dislike pretty boy James. And I wasn't happy with how Louise was acting tonight. Not one bit.
After Louise and James were finally done with their sex, Louise breathlessly exclaiming how 'spectacular' it had been, I managed to re- focus on my own situation.
I'd absent mindedly started to shaft Sharon when my wife and James had started fucking. Well to be honest, Sharon had slid up against me like we were spooning, and practically sucked my dick into her love chute. I'd really just been going through the motions since we started.
After Louise had climaxed, I decided to assfuck Sharon from the position we were in. I put a hand on Sharon's waist to stop her sideways gyrations on my dick. I carefully withdrew my cock, then gripped my slimy pole tightly before slowly feeding the tip of my cock into Sharon's tight spongy shithole. Sharon breathed out slowly as I fed more of my cock into her asshole, then more vociferously started to urge me on with some 'dirty talk', as she growled 'Fuck my ass hard you DIRTY CUNT!' over and over again. I found myself reacting and her potty mouth really upped the intensity for me. As I anally ravaged her, Sharon soon screamed in ecstasy as I came hard in her poop-tube.
Then we broke off for the night. James and Sharon slept in the spare room, leaving Louise and me in ours. Louise smoked a cigarette in silence, then simply flopped over on her side and fell asleep immediately.
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In the morning, breakfast was slightly awkward. For me at least. The conversation was mainly all Louise, who seemed to have taken a powder-based hangover cure nasally, her eyes gave it away, enthusiastically telling Sharon, and indirectly me, what a fantastic fuck James was.
I wondered if Louise would like me telling her what a good fuck Donna was? Or how much I'd enjoyed Connor ass-fucking me? Or how good Donnie had been in bed? Or all the others I'd fucked behind her back? I knew I was thinking like an immature teen, but I couldn't help how I felt. The green-eyed monster was back with a bang, and it lingered, and it had a lot to do with how I handled things for quite some time afterwards.
Louise knew what she was doing. She kept looking at me every time she praised James's sexual prowess, raising her eyebrows in silent provocation.
Fucking bitch.
It didn't get much better when we went upstairs for a final session of so- called sexual abandon, suggested by Louise and Sharon after they'd gone out on the porch for a cigarette, followed by a joint bathroom visit, where I was pretty sure they did some more blow.
Louise doing cocaine was another thing that really pissed me off. Like it had done when Cara was on the scene. It definitely altered her behavior, in a way I really didn't like.
Anyway, when we went upstairs once again, Louise couldn't wait to get James's big cock inside her, once more enjoying herself way too much for my liking, and she finished off with yet another major-league orgasm.
As Louise was so obviously intent on enjoying herself, I spontaneously decided to take Sharon in the ass again.
Sharon, who was wearing noticeably less make-up in the morning, looked a lot older than she had the night before. I noticed it on her arms in particular. Those faint little white age lines, like tiny crinkles. Still, her ass was good and tight, and my orgasm wasn't bad. I don't think it was the best ass-fucking that Sharon had ever had, but in the mood I was at the time, I gave zero shits.
I decided that I would tell Louise later than I didn't want to see James and Sharon again. Even though I knew that she'd know why, and she'd challenge me on my jealousy.
It seemed ages since we'd had one of our 'chats'. You know, one of 'those' chats.
The joys of an 'unconventional' marriage always seemed to eventually lead at some point to a 'serious conversation'. I guess we'd be having one later that day. Right now? With Louise chain-smoking in a jittery coked-up state of mind? No, now was not the time. Definitely not the time.
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Our 'semi-argument' later Sunday night consisted mainly of Louise calling me out on my 'macho ego problem' and not really listening to any of my points. Evidently, I was to 'stop acting like a spoiled kid and accept the fact that Louise '..loved sex, but emotionally only LOVED me, and that it was possible for her to separate the physical and emotional'.
I guess I didn't come back with the perfect response as she shouted that I shouldn't be the only one to have fun, and if I couldn't handle it, I was to 'Just say' and we would 'Have to work something out'.
And she called it correctly when she told me knowingly that I 'had a thing for cock that would never leave me'.
Finally, she proclaimed that I wasn't the only one who got jealous, and what was good for the goose, was good for the gander.
Violently stubbing out a half-smoked Marlboro, Louise mysteriously sneered a comment that 'You don't get to play this game your way all the time!'
This prompted me to call Louise out on her renewed coke use. Louise stared at me in wide-eyed almost disgust before lighting yet another cigarette and grabbing her phone before standing up straight and staring at me.
Louise snapped out a 'You?? Telling me!?!? About what I do? You think I don't fucking know what you do!?!?'. And before I could react, she turned and stormed off upstairs. I hadn't even had the chance to complain about Louise filming everything we did these days.
We didn't have sex for a few days afterwards. And when we did, it felt like a 'duty fuck'. Were we back to that?
TO BE CONTINUED