Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 129
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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I decided to hold back on confronting Louise. I wanted the timing to be right. I also wanted to think hard on what I was going to say to her. After all, I'd be confessing my infidelities too. No way could I lie to Louise. Well, I could try. But she would know within seconds that I was lying. There was no point even trying. Our 'chat', when it happened, would feature confessions. From both sides. I had no doubt about that.
I told myself I'd give it about two weeks. By then I'd have worked shit out. And it would have to be a Friday or a Saturday night. Another reason for giving it some time was that if the result of our talk was that we'd go back to life as a normal married couple, I still had a few things I wanted to do. Starting on Wednesday with Edward. I also had some other ideas.
==
Monday afternoon at work, I decided to make a couple of calls. I waited until I was the only person left in the office.
First, around 5:30pm, I called Linda Ware. Her assistant put me through.
"Hi, Linda. Ron Abbott here, Upper NY Tech. Just doing a courtesy call to check everything is working fine. Your new system."
"Oh, hi, Ron. Good to hear from you. Everything's fine, yes, thank you. You and Justin did a great job."
"Cool. I was actually wondering if I could pay you a visit."
"Oh. Interesting. What kind of visit?"
"Well, ahem, we do have an online customer satisfaction survey, but I prefer an, ahem, personal touch."
"Oh, Ron. How nice. I like a personal touch. And I do remember you keeping me satisfied. On a couple of occasions."
"Yes, well, I could do 5pm on Thursday."
"Sorry, Ron, that I can't do. How about you do 12 noon next Monday instead?"
Shit, I thought. This was going even easier than I imagined.
"Ah, let me check," I replied, loading my calendar, "Ah, yes, I can do that. I'll come to your office?"
"No, Ron. Come to my 'Home Office'. You still have the address?"
"Eh, yes. I do."
"OK, Ron, I'll see you on Monday. And I do hope you'll be able to satisfy this customer when we meet," Linda giggled, "I take my satisfaction very seriously."
After I'd entered the appointment in my calendar, a two hour slot would be more than long enough, I went to my car and retrieved my burner.
It was cold, but at least it wasn't raining. I walked back into the office, sat back at my desk, and called Donna's 'playphone'.
For some reason I was pretty certain Donna wouldn't pick up. But just as I was about to hang up, the ringing stopped and I heard Donna's voice.
"Oh, Ron. Hi. Sorry it took me so long to answer, I had to go somewhere private."
"It's OK Donna. Donna, sorry, I'm going to keep this brief. Can we meet?"
"When Ron?"
"Well, Louise is going to a sales conference next Thursday. Her mom will have the kids."
"You mean this Thursday, or next week, Ron?"
"Ahem, eh.. yeah, next week. Yeah, next week."
"Hhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm, oooooooohhh," Donna hummed. She seemed to be thinking it over.
I was guessing it was a 'No'.
"Actually, Ron, I'm doing something that night."
"Oh," I replied.
"But I can meet you. Yes. I think it will, eh, no, sure, it'll be OK."
"Donna, I want this to be discreet."
"Oh, it will be Ron, don't worry about that. I never talk about our secret."
Oh, yeah? I thought. What about Randall?
"So, we could meet in a bar out of.." I continued.
"No, sorry, Ron," Donna interrupted. "You'll have to come to me. I'll text you an address. Get there for 7pm. OK?"
"Sure, Donna, I.."
"Ron, I have to go. See you a week Thursday. I'm looking forward to it."
"OK, Donna, thanks. Bye."
"Bye, Ron."
I leaned back in my office chair.
Shit, I'd gone 3 for 3. Edward. Linda. Donna. Fucking unbelievable! Somebody up there liked me.
==
On Wednesday, I texted Edward at lunchtime to make sure we were still on. We were. I left the office at a quarter after five and drove to the address Edward had given me.
I looked at my watch when I pulled up in the parking lot of a condo development called the 'Willshires'. Five minutes early. I called Edward anyway. To my surprise there was no reply. Shit. Then my burner cellphone buzzed. I answered the call.
"Ron, sorry, I'm nearly there."
"Yeah, I'm in the parking lot," I replied.
"Do you see a building marked 1100?"
I looked over to my left in the dim light. Nope, 1000. Then I glanced straight in front. 1100. Bingo!
"Yes, I see it," I replied, "I'm parked in a spot pretty much opposite it."
"Ah, OK, I see you. Dark color Ford, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I'll be right with you." Then the line went dead.
A flash of headlights from behind me illuminated the inside of my car for a second, before a metallic colored compact car parked next to me. A Chevy Sonic, I think.
The driver got out. It was Edward, in a sports jacket and chinos, with a laptop bag slung over his right shoulder.
I got out of my car.
"Hey, Ron! Good to see you! Let's go, I'm over there, 1102."
Edward looked as good as I remembered him. I felt I was going to enjoy this.
I walked alongside Edward who headed to the entrance to the 1100 building. Edward let us in with a large silver key.
"To the right, Ron, there 1102."
I stepped to the right, then made room for Edward to unlock the door to his apartment. He leaned in and switched on a light switch.
"Come in, Ron," Edward prompted.
I entered directly into the main living area. There was a small dining table to my left, where there was a hatch to a small kitchen area. In the middle of the floor there were two couches and unit with a large flatscreen was on the far wall. A hallway at the back on the left looked like it led to a bathroom and a bedroom.
"Welcome to my place, Ron. It's small, but it suits me fine," Edward smiled, "And it's affordable. I'm working my Masters and have a role as a teaching assistant at ESC. I also work weekends tending bar, believe it or not. I get by, I suppose."
"Oh, you're at school?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm specializing in Education. Special Ed actually. Well, the correct title is Master of Education in Adolescent Special Education. I'll end up teaching kids with special needs."
"That's cool," I replied.
"OK, Ron, let me dump my bag. Before we start, can I ask? You on any sort of a timer?"
"Well, Edward, actually I am. I probably have an hour tops."
"OK, that's fine. I'm sure we can think up some fun stuff to keep us amused for an hour. Take a seat, Ron, I'll be back in a minute."
Edward walked to the left and entered the small hallway then disappeared through a door to his right.
I sat down on the left most of the two couches.
Edward soon walked back in. He sat down beside me.
"Ron, I have a confession to make. When we were at the New Year Party, as soon as I saw you, I made my mind up to make a play for you. You see, Debbie had mentioned that you and Louise swung, and that you were bi. I hoped you'd like me. Our brief encounter in the mens room, well, I had to time that as best I could. It worked out nicely. Ron, even though it was only a few seconds, I liked it a lot. But it was way too brief. I'd actually hoped you'd have been able to fuck me. Even if we had to do it in one of the stalls in the mens room."
Edward laughed lightly for a few seconds.
"Ah, eh.. OK," I replied, sounding more nervous than I wanted to.
Edward, seeming to sense my tension, slowly ran the fingers of his right hand down by left arm.
"Ron, we don't have to talk if you don't want to. Let's go to the bedroom. Then we can decide what to do. OK?"
Edward stood up. I did likewise.
"One thing, Ron. So, I don't fuck anything up by saying anything to my brother. Does your wife know about this?"
I cleared my throat.
"No, she doesn't."
"FUCKING GREAT! I just love a bi married man with secrets. The fact that a guy like you cheats on his hot wife with me! Yum, yum! It totally fucking turns me on. OK, Ron, let's go to bed."
Edward turned and walked into his bedroom. I followed.
We entered the bedroom. I noticed that the whole apartment had the same decor, dark brown wooden floors, beige walls, the bedroom and hallway were the same as the living room.
There was a double bed with dark bedclothes, and a dark wooden nightstand to the nearest side of the bed. And on the far wall there was a mirrored sliding door wardrobe which took up all of the wall.
Edward wasted no time in taking his clothes off. I followed his lead silently, and soon we were both naked.
I noticed that Edward was already sporting a semi. His dick was longish, even when not fully hard, uncut, and hairless, well except for a tuft of dark blond pubic hair above the root of his dick.
I wasn't really turned on at all yet. My limp dick hadn't yet warmed up. I still felt slightly nervy. I think that was something that might never leave me.
"OK, Ron, let's lie on the bed. Here, come on!" Edward said, pointing to the bed.
Edward sat down. He looked so fucking good. He had these piercing blue eyes, his face was boyish smooth, and his slightly messy blonde hair literally begged me to run my fingers through it.
I sat down next to Edward and before I could settle, he grabbed me, and we both fell back onto the bed. Edward gave me a brief look then placed his mouth over mine, softly at first, then started to kiss me. I responded and soon we were frenziedly slipping our tongues in and out of each other's' mouths.
I reached my left hand upwards and cushioned the back of Edward's head, pushing my fingers upwards, ruffling his gorgeous blond hair, pulling his face even closer to mine. Edward seemed to like this.
He slid his hand down the outside of my waist, then cut inside and started massaging my rapidly stiffening cock and balls. I felt Edward's own rock- hard boner rub against my hip. Oh, fuck!
After several more seconds of passionate French kissing, Edward's body relaxed, and he took his lips away from mine.
"Ron, you're top only, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
I mean I actually had taken cock in my ass before, but here and now with Edward, all I wanted to do was fuck his beautiful tight ass.
"OK, good. I have an idea. It's OK if you don't like it, you just say. OK?"
"OK," I replied.
"I want you to lie on your back, across the bed, not up and down. Then I want to climb on top of you, and I want you to fill my ass with your cock. You see, I love watching myself get fucked in the mirror. I hope you don't think that's too pervy?"
"Eh, no," I replied, "Actually I think that's extremely hot."
"Yeah, I'm too scared to make a sex tape. So, it's the only way I can see myself, you know, in action. OK, Ron. I'm ready, let me get some lube."
As I positioned myself how Edward wanted me, lying across the bed, my head poised at the edge of the bed nearest the mirrored wardrobe door, he went into the nightstand and retrieved one of those condom manufacturer lubricant tubes. He squirted some onto his fingers and reached between his legs, working the slippery liquid into his butthole. Then he put the container back on the nightstand and faced me.
"OK, Ron, here I come!"
Edward straddled me then carefully adjusted his position. He looked in the mirror, gripped his own stiff cock, and smiled.
"OK, Ron. Can you get your dick up, hold it, so I can get it inside me?"
"Absolutely, Edward," I replied with a grin. Some of my pathological shyness had worn off.
I pushed my dick away from my groin with the first two fingers of my right hand. Edward swayed a little from side to side as he lowered himself down the way. Suddenly, I felt the tip of my dick encounter the well-lubed entrance to Edward's anus.
"OK, Ron, here I come."
Edward let himself slowly down. I felt my glans pop the slippery entrance to Edward's ass. Edward continued his downward motion until my cock was completely embedded in his tight shitter.
"OH FUCK EDWARD!" I groaned. "OOOOH. FUUUHH!"
Edward smiled at me, "OK, Ron, let's do this. You're in charge. Pump my ass!"
I started to thrust up, then pull my cock down, making sure to stay in Edward's ass, repeating the motion as I soon got warmed up.
"Oh, Ron. This is good. Oh, shit," Edward panted quietly.
I started pumping harder, but still trying to keep it so that I didn't shoot my load in a few seconds. I was finding this immensely exciting, and my dick was already tingling.
I noticed that Edward wasn't a loud fuck, he wasn't making much noise at all, but his breathing told me he was enjoying this. I myself was making soft 'Uhh' sounds on each thrust. I couldn't help myself.
As we fucked, Edward would lean down and we would kiss passionately, and then he'd pull his head up and smile at his reflection in the mirror behind my head. To be honest I would have liked to look at the reflection of us fucking myself.
I could feel Edward's balls squeezing on the top of my pubic bone, his cock rubbing against my lower belly as I continued pumping his asshole. And, when Edward made that move up to look in the mirror every so often, I could stretch my head up to see Edward's floppy hard penis sliding against my skin. I wanted this to finish with Edward cumming in my mouth if at all possible.
That wasn't to be, however.
As I felt my orgasm start to develop, Edward pushed his face down onto mine and slammed his tongue into my mouth. He started to whimper, and I felt a first warm splash spurt from his quivering dick, just above my pubic bone. He then let out a quiet whine as his cock twitched more violently, and I felt a second larger pulse of warm cum flowing over the first drops of cum he'd deposited on my skin. Edward finally tensed as a third and last jet of cum flashed upwards onto my waist, his sperm quickly starting to form a warm wet pool in my bellybutton.
I shook as my own cock started to spasm, and I roared in ecstatic release as I spurted spurt after spurt of runny man juice up into Edward's quivering asshole. Shit, it was like I spurted six or seven times.
Fuck! That was intense.
When my climax subsided, Edward leaned over and kissed me more tenderly. He then pivoted his body upwards and, looking at himself in the mirror, he squeezed the last drops of cum out of his dick, adding the gooey droplets to the milky mess on my belly.
Then Edward dismounted me.
"That was awesome, Ron," Edward smiled, "Sorry I made such a mess, but I couldn't help myself."
"Yeh, I need to get cleaned up," I said back.
"Let me get you a towel," Edward said walking out into the hallway and opening a door opposite which opened onto a smallish bathroom.
I heard Edward lift the toilet seat up and start pissing.
That gave me the opportunity to scoop up as much as I could of Edward's gooey spunk with my fingers, which I hungrily devoured in two mouthfuls.
Edward walked back into the bedroom and threw me a towel.
"You can take a shower if you'd like, Ron. Also, if you're the type who likes to just come and go, I won't be offended. I'm going to have a coffee. Would you like one?"
"Yeah, sure, a black coffee would be good. Thanks, Edward."
Edward walked over to the mirrored wardrobe door and slid it open. He pulled out a white toweled bathrobe and put it on.
"I hope that wasn't too freaky, Ron. But I'll never leave myself open to any type of revenge porn situation. I know people who have had a terrible time when private photos end up being shared with people you wouldn't want them shared with. But I really do like seeing myself in the act. I find it so utterly arousing."
Edward walked back to the bedroom doorway.
"One black coffee coming up!"
==
Rather than taking a shower, I just went to the bathroom and washed down my groin and waist area. I then got dressed and rejoined Edward in the living room.
We chatted while we drank coffee. And, and this was probably rare, I wasn't finding the post-coital 'afters' in any way uncomfortable. Edward explained how he hated being called 'Ed' or 'Eddie'. He explained about his studies, his ambitions. He told me about his bar job, in an LGBT friendly bar, where he got hit on a lot by customers. This didn't surprise me. I listened attentively.
Then, I looked at my watch and told Edward I needed to go.
"Ron. Can I ask one thing before you go? Is this a one-off? I mean Debbie's told Henry you guys swing, and he tells me everything, but Henry told me she said you guys have a tendency to keep it short. Like a series of one- night stands with different people. You don't have any long-term partners. I'm assuming that's the way you want to keep it? This?"
I looked back at Edward.
"To be honest Edward, I'm not really sure what I want these days. Things are kinda complicated. Between me and Louise. Not just the other stuff. Why do you ask?"
"Ron, if you want to do something like this again. I'd be more than happy to. With you, I mean."
"OK, Edward. I have some shit I need to sort out in my life right now. Let's keep it open. All I can say is that I am definitely not saying no to a repeat of tonight. But Louise couldn't know about us."
"Ron, I wouldn't tell Henry. I didn't even tell him we were meeting tonight."
"OK, Edward. Maybe I'll be in touch. Sorry, I better go. Thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it. Really."
Then I left Edward's apartment and drove home.
TO BE CONTINUED