Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 123
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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The New Year party at the Beachcomber turned out to be eventful. As I had expected it to be.
Louise explained on the drive up that everyone who was attending had had to pay a fee. Four-hundred and fifty bucks a head. Nine hundred fucking dollars! I gulped as I tried not to wreck the car but decided there was no point arguing about money Louise had already spent.
And she'd had a good year at the Realtors. She was bringing in decent coin, for what was basically a part-time job. Louise had even mentioned us buying a bigger property a couple of times.
When we got there, and wandered in from the parking lot, we saw that there were a few people looking busy. Setting up food, wheeling in trolleys of booze, putting up decorations, signs that said shit like 'Welcome to 2020!". I could already see where some of our nine-hundred buck 'fee' had gone.
Donna greeted us in reception. She was nicely made up, but her hair was pinned up, half-done. She was wearing a long thick black sweater, and a light brown scarf. After some amicable introductory interplay, and Louise at least seemed to be making an effort, Donna gave us our room key and told us to meet in the bar at 10pm. She suggested we shouldn't be late as it was going to be a busy evening.
When we got to the room and Louise got ready to change into her party attire, I asked her if there was anyone she knew that was coming that I'd know.
"Sure, Ron. There's Debbie Parker. Well, she goes by her maiden name now, Whitman. She's coming with her boyfriend Henry. You won't know him, I've only met him once. Seems like a nice guy, they've been together a few months now. Met on Tinder. His brother's coming too apparently. And there's Randall. Well, Randall is coming as Raquel with another TV friend. Randall told me the friend's 'girl' name but I forgot it. Hhhhmm.. I think that's about it, actually. Obviously, there's Donna and Chris. Oh, wait! There's a guy I think is on your softball team. Gary Danton? Yeah, him. Is he a doctor or something? Randall said Gary knows how you are."
"OK. And how exactly are we playing it tonight, Louise?"
"Oh, you know, Ron. Spontaneous. But don't even think about trying to fuck Donna! She's strictly off-limits. If I see you as much as getting a New Year kiss, I'll flip! Actually, no. You can give her a New Year kiss. But NO MORE!"
So, no surprise there. As I'd thought.
"And.." I started to say.
"Well, Ron, you tell ME how you'd like to play it."
"Like a normal New Year's party? One that's not the swinging type?"
"Really, Ron? I think more than a few of the guests are the swinging type, as you so nicely put it. And I think some of the 450 bucks a head has been spent on some 'performers'. But if that's how you want it, well, OK. But I'm not promising anything. And you like it when I take control anyway. Don't deny it! Please, Ron. Let's have fun!"
I didn't immediately reply.
"OK, Ron, let's just see what happens. Deal? If I see an opportunity, hell, Ron, if YOU see an opportunity, you know? Let's agree that if we like someone, we'll talk about it, and if we both agree, we'll act? OK? Deal?"
"Deal," I replied.
==
We got to the bar at 9:58pm.
I was, like at the meal the week before Christmas, dressed in my 'going out' suit, this time with a light pink open-neck shirt. Louise had glammed up, and was wearing a new dress (more cost I thought to myself as she'd put it on in the room).
Louise's dress was black, slim-fit, and was short but not too short. The top part was held up by a strap that went round the back of Louise's neck, and the curved cleavage showed a LOT of Louise's magnificent titty flesh. I also noticed for the first time that it looked like Louise had started going to a Tanning Salon. The skin tone on the lower visible part of her breasts was lighter than that on her upper neck area.
To be honest, Louise looked absolutely knockout. And for a second I thought maybe I'd just like to go back to being the guy with the hot wife who didn't let her fuck other guys. If I could manage to rein in my same-sex tendencies. That sounded so much simpler than what we had going on now. However, I knew in a few drinks' time I'd probably get more in the party mood. Although I speculated for a few seconds whether January would be the time where I told Louise I wanted us to get off of the ride?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Debbie walked up to Louise and I, with two guys in tow. They looked very similar. I remembered. Brothers.
"Hi, you two! Long time no see!" Debbie smiled.
Debbie looked good. Tight long red party dress, and made up like a supermodel. I actually found it hard to believe I'd fucked her. Well, Louise had let me fuck her.
Introductions were made.
Debbie's boyfriend was called Henry. Henry was a handsome man with light- brown hair, around our age. His brother was introduced as Edward. Edward looked younger than Henry, late twenties, and had slightly lighter and longer hair than his brother. You could tell they were brothers, no doubt about it.
And Edward was definitely my type.
Henry was wearing a dark suit and a pale blue open-necked shirt. Edward was more casually dressed in tan chinos and a dark red sweater over a pastel yellow polo-shirt.
OK, I told myself. Mark Edward down in the list of the possibles.
I turned and noticed that the bar area was filling up pretty quickly.
There were two or three male servers I could make out. I noticed Donna, now dressed for the occasion in a shiny gold stripper dress, flustered, rushing about with Chris, making introductions, clearly trying to be the 'Hostess with the Mostest'.
I counted around twenty guests, and assumed that was the total attendance for tonight's shindig. I scanned the crowd and realized that in terms of possibles, pretty much everyone fitted the bill.
After a few minutes chatting with Debbie, Henry and Edward, and I was getting some pleasant vibes from Edward, shit I think Louise even noticed, Gary Danton walked over. He introduced us to his girlfriend.
"Ron, Louise, it's Louise right? We've met a couple of times. There was the softball cookout in August. Shit that was last year. I mean not this August just gone. Where does the time go?"
Louise smiled and told Gary that she remembered him.
"I remember Gary, you're the doctor, right?" Louise asked.
"Yes, doctor, although Ron knows me better as the light hitting back-up catcher," Gary laughed. "Well, anyway, please meet Merrill. Merrill works with me. Well not directly with me. But at the same hospital."
Merrill was a skinny blonde. She reminded me of Melissa, the young lesbian, from the meal the week before Christmas. Merrill was older, pushing thirty for sure, but similar body shape to Melissa, small tits, and very pretty. She was definitely fuckable, put it that way.
We must have talked for around fifteen minutes. We'd finished two drinks, when Randall, sorry, 'Raquel', and his friend joined us.
The way Raquel and his friend were dressed left no doubt that this party was the 'swinging type'.
Raquel was rocking an in-your-face slut look with an outfit that, if the heating hadn't been so good in this place, would have frozen Raquel's nuts off. And I could practically see Raquel's nuts.
Raquel was wearing a white cotton micro dress, with long white three- quarter arm length gloves, and white PVC thigh-length boots. The make-up on Raquel's face was Drag Queen heavy, wayyyyy over the top, but massively sexy, and her look was completed by a bobbed geometric diamond white wig.
Raquel introduced her friend as 'Hazel'.
I was initially surprised that Hazel was white. Why I was surprised, I didn't really know. Why should Raquel's friend have not been white? Maybe I wasn't as 'liberal' as I thought.
Hazel? Well, Hazel was also completely OTT. She was wearing a short-ish blonde tinted wig, I assumed it was a wig, in a slightly boyish style. which she'd swept forwards over her forehead. Hazel's make-up was heavy, but slightly less mind-blowing than Raquel's. She was wearing a shiny black leather mini-suit, made up of a tight side-zippered jacket with a lavish white faux-fur collar and a matching tightly stretched leather mini-skirt. She was also wearing these heavy knee-length black platform boots, kind of like biker boots.
Fuck. They both looked tremendously sexy. I was wondering if I'd get a chance. Louise had been right. Me treating this like a 'normal' New Year party? No fucking way.
After we'd talked for a couple of minutes, Louise excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone to talk with Raquel and Hazel. The T-Girls were drawing a lot of attention, and I wasn't surprised when we were joined by three other guys.
One was an older flamboyantly dressed 'obviously gay' guy with cropped dyed blonde hair. He wore large round pink rimmed spectacles and a lilac suit with extra-large lapels, and a ruffled collar dark purple shirt. He introduced himself as Silvester. I noticed he had a weird accent I couldn't quite place.
The other guys were a couple, well, I don't know if they were a 'couple', I'd noticed earlier talking with Debbie and Donna, who they seemed to know.
One was an Italian looking guy, my age or slightly older, the rugged handsome type, who looked vaguely familiar. He had a three-day-old stubble look going on, with fashionably messy dark collar length hair. His buddy looked around 23, 24, and was a thin nice-looking twink with short light- brown hair and a slight pixie nose.
The older guy introduced himself as Owen. The twink was called Leonard. The twink definitely came into my 'would fuck' category.
We talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes. Then Louise re- joined us.
Suddenly her eyes opened wide, then she burst out laughing.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!! OWEN! JEEZ! RUGGY!" Louise squealed as she grabbed the Italian looking guy and gave him a hug.
Louise released Owen and took a step back.
"Ruggy, shit, you practically look the same. I haven't seen you in years! FUCK!"
"Fuck me, Louise! Jesus, how long has it been!?! And how's your brother?"
"Oh, Vernon's fine. I suppose. Kind of. Had a checkered history in the marriage game and all that. But you know Vernon!"
Shit! This was the guy who'd been hanging around Louise the summer I'd done my Spain and Portugal trip. I seemed to remember Louise saying that Vernon and him had a relationship of some kind. I honestly couldn't remember the details. I'd have to ask Louise later.
Raquel and Hazel excused themselves, Raquel said to 'mingle', and I spent the next five or ten minutes listening to Louise and Ruggy talking about shit that happened fifteen years ago.
I noticed a DJ had entered the bar area. He was a smallish Asian looking dude. He walked over to the bar where there was a small music system set up, he flicked a few switches, and soon people were dancing to the sound of what I guess you'd call 'Dance Music' these days.
As we approached the midnight hour I met some of the other guests. Louise brought a woman over to talk for a little while after she'd been for a cigarette. The woman, called Jennifer, was a pretty decent reddish-haired looking MILF, with a very decent pair of tits peeking out from a loose dark blue top. Jennifer told us that she was unaccompanied, but hoped she wouldn't be unaccompanied by the end of the night, if we 'caught her drift'.
We were briefly introduced to another couple by Donna's boyfriend, Chris. They were called Anton and Bree, and they came from Northern New Jersey. Anton looked like he was in his mid-40s, with thin but quite long blond hair. Another one of those 'older guys' Louise liked. Bree was around 30, provocatively dressed in a black mini-dress with a tight thick tiger- patterned belt. Her get up meant that she was showing a lot of flesh, particularly a pair of rounded silicon-enhanced boobies.
I wondered if Louise was at some point after midnight going to suggest we paired off with Anton and Bree. It totally would not have surprised me.
Of the other people we didn't meet directly, I did notice a skinny blonde curly-haired MILF at the bar who kept staring at me. Louise noticed too.
"Ron, that woman at the bar who can't take her eyes off of you. I had a smoke with her earlier. Her name's Peggy. She's here on her own. You know she actually asked me if you were my husband, then asked me if she could fuck you?"
"Really??" I replied.
"Yes, really, Ron. Thing is, she's not my type. Soooooohhh, if you do want to fuck her, take her to the room. Or her room. But if you do, well, I'll make my own arrangements. Understand? If it comes to that."
"Louise, I don't think that it'll come to that."
==
When midnight came, and we watched the scenes on Times Square on a flatscreen on the far wall, we all sang 'Auld Lang Syne' and there was a lot of kissing of various people. Well, everybody kissed everybody pretty much.
Kissing highlights for me? Raquel gave it a good shot, but her friend Hazel was even better and gave a surreptitious squeeze of my cock as we dueled with our tongues. Peggy, the woman with the hots for me wasn't that great, to be honest. If she wanted to fuck me only, she'd leave the party disappointed.
I was most surprised when Louise and Donna kissed passionately, before Donna cut off and grabbed me before slurping on my tongue for about a minute until Louise separated us. When Donna moved on to mingle with other guests, Louise just shook her head and gave me a 'look'.
==
As we started to pick up the pace in what was now 2020, shit even I was dancing, I got a surprise when a I noticed a couple of guests arrive late.
Shit. It was David Schneider. And Julie. I hadn't expected them.
I asked Louise, who by now was a little tipsy, if she'd known they were coming. She gave me a 'I knew they might come' reply.
I realized I needed to take a piss badly, so I told Louise, and headed towards the bathroom. Louise continued dancing.
I arrived at the bathroom at the same time as Edward, Debbie's boyfriend's cute younger brother.
Edward stopped as we arrived at the bathroom door at the same time. I opened my mouth to say something but before I could speak Edward grabbed the back of my head and pushed his mouth onto mine. I opened my mouth wide as Edward pushed his tongue in, then responded, kissing him back, with gusto.
As we broke off briefly, Edward pushed me into the bathroom. There was no- one at the washbasins, or at the urinals. We re-commenced our passionate kissing. As we grappled, I pushed my groin into Edward's, my cock starting to stiffen. Edward noticed this and slid his hand down my waist, then fondled my cock and balls through my pants.
I breathed out, but then got a sudden shock as a toilet flushed and the cubicle door opened.
It was Owen. 'Ruggy'.
Edward and I hadn't quite disentangled. Owen gave us a knowing smile and walked to one of the washbasins in silence.
As he dried his hands, he glanced over.
"Sorry for interrupting. But maybe you'd be better taking this to a room."
Then he walked out of the bathroom.
I looked back at Edward.
"Edward, sorry. I need to take a piss. And I think I better get back to Louise."
"That's a pity. I like you. A lot. Maybe later on. Or, if not, I'll give you my number. OK?"
"OK," I replied.
"You have your phone?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"OK, here it is."
I opened my Notes app and took down the number he gave me.
"Edward, I really have to piss."
"Me too."
We both waled over to the urinals. I unzipped, and my semi flopped out.
"Nice cock, Ron," Edward smiled.
A few moments later Chris, Donna's boyfriend walked in.
"Hey, you two, the live show's about to start. Two girls, one guy. Should be good! The fuckers cost enough!"
==
When I got back to the bar, the 'Live Show' had already started.
The guy was a bald tattooed musclebound stud with a giant cock. Hell, it was thick as a baby's arm. The girls were both blonde, both had decent tits, both were also heavily tattooed.
They were in the middle of the dancefloor, a crowd had formed round them. I walked up and stood next to Louise, who was standing next to David and Julie.
The show went on for maybe ten minutes before the climax. And a pretty good climax it was too. The bodybuilder sprayed both girls' faces with an absolute fountain of cum. Shit, he mustn't have jerked off in a month.
Then the music kicked back in. David asked if he could dance with Louise. I didn't get a chance to reply when Louise grabbed David and started busting some moves, leaving me with Julie.
Julie was in a tight silver dress. She was looking very good.
"Ron, let's walk over there. This music is not really my thing."
Julie grabbed two glasses of something fizzy from a server, then beckoned me over to the far side of the bar, near the hallway. When we stopped near the doorway, Julie handed me a glass.
"Cheers, Ronnie boy!" Julie smiled, pushing her glass against mine.
"Cheers!" I replied, before taking a swig of the Champagne or Prosecco or whatever it was. Truth be told, I can't really tell the difference.
"Ron, I think we need to have a talk. Here."
I looked down and noticed Julie was handing me a business card.
"OK, so now I guess because it's after midnight it's Wednesday. Ron, are you back at work on Friday?"
"Yes. I'm in the office. Have some admin to do. Nothing too strenuous."
"OK, Ron. In the afternoon, say around 1pm, I want you to meet me."
I paused. "What is this about, Julie? If it's, well, you know, like because what we did the other week, I don't think.."
"Ron. No. It's not that. On the back of the card I gave you is an address. David's new development. Friday, 1pm, be there."
"But, Julie, what if I can't.."
"You can, Ron. You better be there. I'm not going to lie. I do want you to fuck me again. But it's not just about that. Seriously. Meet me. I promise you, you will be glad you did."
I was slightly annoyed by now, but I tried not to show it.
"Look, Julie, I don't really know what the fuck this is all about, and I don't know what you are.."
"Ron. Trust me. Meet me Friday afternoon. Ah, look, dancing David is done. Let's re-join our, ahem, partners."
We walked back over to Louise and David.
"Ron, Julie!" David smiled. He then took Julie's hand. "Julie, I said we'd meet Gary and Merrill in their room. You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Julie giggled, "Let's do it."
"We'll probably catch up with you guys later," David said, before he and Julie headed out towards the reception area.
After a few seconds, Louise turned to me.
"On the subject of rooms, Ron, I've set you up with a little treat. If you go to room fourteen, Raquel and Hazel are waiting there for you. Go on, it's my treat! When you're done, meet me back here. I'm going to have a chat about old times with Donna and Ruggy. Don't be too long, OK? I'll be at that big table over there, you see? Where Donna and Debbie are sitting with the boys."
I looked back at Louise. "Seriously?"
"Yes, Ron. Seriously. You go and have some fun. We'll have some fun together later on. I have something in mind. Go on. Meet me back here. And I won't do anything without you. I promise."
I gulped.
"Really?"
"Ron, fucking go already! I could see how you were looking at Raquel and Hazel. Fuck, do it now, or I'll go the their fucking room myself, and leave you here!"
"OK, Louise," I replied, before heading towards the exit, trying to work out if I knew where room fourteen was.
TO BE CONTINUED