Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 135
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Friday night turned out to be one of those nights you don't forget for a long time.
After work Friday, Louise called to say she'd pick the boys up from her mom's and that she expected to be home around 8pm. I'd arranged to meet Randall at 8pm, so we'd miss each other. Louise told me to have fun but gave no indication that she was giving me a free pass to do anything other than drink beer and come home drunk.
Anyway, whatever Louise had in mind, it was clear from the outset that Randall was in party mode. We hopped a few bars until around half past midnight we ended up in a place called 'The Bayou'. It was fucking busy.
The place seemed to have two distinct and separate crowds in.
There was a group of what I'd classify as 'kids'. Guys and girls around 21, 22 years old, pretty much all casually dressed, especially the girls none of whom seemed to be rocking that 'stripper' look so popular with young women these days. I assumed they were mostly college students.
And then there were the 'oldies'. I mean people like Randall and me, early to mid-thirties. Some slightly older. And the two groups didn't seem to mix.
I was pleased to see that the older group didn't seem to be very couple based. A few groups of women, some groups of guys, some pairs. I could make out some guys making plays, talking to women over the sound of the quite loud music.
Randall and I managed to get a spot at the bar and ordered two beers from a very hot MILF bartender. She told us they'd stopped serving food, which didn't bother us any. We'd long passed the stage of caring about food.
The bartender was rocking a half-and-half blonde/redhead long hairstyle, and was wearing a sleeveless white blouse, low cut, which displayed her very ample bust, squeezing out over just a hint of a black and white leopard spot patterned brassiere.
Fuck, she was hot.
As she moved down the bar to serve other customers, Randall stared at me and smiled.
"Fuck, Ron! Put your tongue back in. Jesus man, you're probably hard already."
"Ha," I replied, "You're not wrong, Randall. Jesus. She's fucking sex on legs."
I'd noticed that in addition to her spectacular boobs, she had these super- sexy long suntanned legs stretching down from under a tight 'distressed' denim mini-skirt.
"I've noticed her before," Randall added. "No chance, Ron. No chance!"
I looked back at Randall.
"Man, I come here a lot. Never as Raquel. Obviously. I've thought about it, but well, even though this place is most definitely a pick-up joint, I feel it's too straight, you know what I mean? But, it's usually good for getting a lady for the night. Hhhhm, tonight, well, seems the college crowd comes here Fridays. This is actually the first time I've been here on a Friday night. But her? The barkeep? No fuckin' way. She's the partner of the owner. So don't even think about it, Ron," Randall laughed, "He's one mean motherfucker!"
I shook my head and smiled.
The sexy blonde/redhead returned with our drinks. Randall handed over a credit card. We were running a tab.
"OK, Ron. Let's check out the ladies in this establishment," Randall said, turning away from the bar to scan the room, "I mean the ones that are in- play".
I turned around.
"OK, Ron, if they're talking to guys already, like those two there.." Randall nodded in the direction of a couple of attractive brunettes who were engaged in conversation with a couple of guys wearing suits, ".. forget it. What we need is someone like.." Randall nodded his head to my left, "Those two there."
I looked over. I tried to be subtle, but in my semi-drunk state I failed miserably and met the gaze of a woman who stared right back at me. After a few seconds, she smiled at me.
"So, Ron, what do you say. Shall we?"
"Sure, why not?" I responded.
"And yours is?" Randall asked.
"I'll take the one on the left," I said, meaning the woman who'd caught me staring at her.
"OK, let's go, Ron," Randall said as we walked over to our two targets.
==
Unlike the younger female talent in 'The Bayou', the more mature ladies were more provocatively dressed. Most of them. Not just the two Randall and I were approaching, I mean.
The woman I'd chosen as my 'target' was wearing a very short tight dress, with a thin irregular horizontal striped pattern in black, gold, and white. She had long straight dark hair and her tanned skin made me think that she had some Italian in her.
She was pretty enough, although the thought flashed through my mind that she was not my normal type, and I probably only decided to make a move based on that brief eye-to-eye connection we'd made. Her tits were nowhere near as big as I usually liked them. But whatever.
Randall's girl was strawberry blonde, with fair skin, and a jawline that was a little fuller than I liked. She had on a short powder blue dress, looser than her friends, although I did detect a much fuller pair of boobs under there. Bra-less, and a little saggy. Although if she stuffed her nipples in my mouth, I wouldn't complain.
I took another glance at her face, and I was glad she was Randall's 'hit'. I wouldn't have made a move on her personally. She reminded me of a tennis player from when I was a kid, I forget which one.
"Hi," Randall smiled as we arrived in front of the girls. "I'm Randall, and this is, .." a brief pause, "Ronaldo!"
The dark-haired woman glanced at me and then held my gaze for a few seconds. I already knew I was in. If I wanted to be. It seemed to me that she certainly wanted it. I just knew.
"Hi," I said, "Ron."
"And you lovely ladies are?" Randall asked with a grin.
"I'm Levaun," the dark-haired girl responded, not taking her eyes off me.
"Yvonne?" I asked, not sure that I'd heard her correctly.
"No. Levaun. L-E-V-A-U-N" she said with a slightly amused smile.
"Oh," I replied. "Sorry, it's kinda loud in here."
"It's OK. The name means I'm friendly, funny, and understanding. Well that's what it says on the internet anyway."
"Oh," I replied.
"And I'm Minnie," the lighter haired woman answered. "That means I like fucking mice!"
Minnie, I mean was she really called 'Minnie'? burst out laughing, as did 'L-E-V-A-U-N Levaun' and a split second afterwards Randall joined them.
"Really?" Randall asked, "Really? That's wild!"
"Yeah. My mother decided she liked the name Minerva. But I've been Minnie since high school."
"Nice!" Randall replied.
I giggled a little nervously. I realized at this point that Randall and me were pretty drunk.
"So," Levaun said again looking directly at me, "How about you guys buy us a drink?"
She lifted up an empty glass that she was holding. Minnie did likewise.
Then Levaun turned and looked at Randall.
"Then after we finish our drinks, we can go back to my place, and I can fuck Ronaldo here's brains out. And Minnie can see if your black cock looks as good in the flesh, as it does bulging out of those tight pants you're wearing. Fuck who knows? You guys are good for two, we could even swap."
Fuck. I guess these two were what you would call 'modern women'.
"What you ladies drinking?" Randall asked with a very large smile.
"Triple Sec, one ice cube," Levaun answered, "And Minnie here is on Tequila and Coke."
"One Triple Sec, and one Tequila Coke coming right up. Ron, here, hold my bottle," Randall asked, handing me his bottle of imported lager, "I'll be right back."
As Randall headed to the bar, Levaun put her hand on my arm.
"This isn't a cheap trick to get a free drink. You're the first normal guys who've tried to hit on us tonight. And I can tell in a second if I like someone. And I like you."
==
We ended up having two more drinks before we headed out of the bar when Levaun got us an Uber.
Some long-bearded five-piece Cajun bluegrass/grunge combo, if such a musical style even existed, had started playing on a small stage; Nirvana, Green Day covers, but with distorted banjos rather than electric guitars, so as far as I was concerned, we didn't leave a moment too soon. They were fucking awful, although the kids seemed to like them.
As we reached the door, I noticed a thin attractive blonde woman staring at me. She was wearing a very tight cream-colored dress and looked like she was trying for a supermodel look. Shit. Maybe I could have fucked her too. Possibly single life wouldn't be too bad if that's how things ended up with Louise and me. I gave the blonde a drunken wink as we exited. She just gave me a weird look back. She looked kind of familiar, but I really couldn't place her.
==
The ride to Levaun's place was longer than I expected, nearly thirty minutes, and as Levaun played with my crotch and we made out on the back seat of a seven-seater minivan, I wondered how the fuck I was going to get back home to Louise at a reasonable time. Fuck, I'd worry about that later, Louise would probably be asleep anyway I told myself.
==
The sex with Levaun and Minnie actually turned out better than I expected. We didn't make it to the bedroom, or bedrooms, it looked like there was more than one in Levaun's apartment. Levaun and I made out on one of two couches, while Randall and Minnie got it on on the other.
Randall and Minnie seemed to get down to the nitty gritty quicker than me and Levaun. When I heard Randall start groaning loudly, I sneaked a look at Minnie sloppily sucking on his glistening wet dark pole, her saggy titties flopping around as she enthusiastically enjoyed Randall's dick.
By that time, I was firmly fingering Levaun's soaking wet cunt. 'How many fingers?" Levaun panted as I levered three digits deep in her cunt, and when I replied "Three" she demanded, "Do me with four!".
When Levaun eventually decided it was time, Minnie was already squealing loudly as Randall fucked her pussy doggystyle.
Levaun sat me back on the couch and then climbed on top of me, Louise- style, and she soon worked up a frenzied rhythm riding my stiff dick as hard as she could.
After a few minutes hard fucking, Levaun actually beat Minnie to the finish line as she squealed with delight as she came, whining 'Oh yes'es' repetitively as I felt my own climax approaching.
A few seconds later, I growled as I came, and almost simultaneously Minnie started to moan from over the room as Randall brought her off with a series of violent thrusts from behind.
All that was left after that was for Randall to emit a loud grunt as he dumped a loud of his hot milky seed into Minnie's womb.
When Minnie and Levaun headed to the bathroom, I half thought about surreptitiously licking Randall's slimy semi-hard dick clean, but a glance at my watch told me it was way past the time I should have been home.
"Randall, I need to go."
"Really? I wouldn't mind some of your Levaun chick. And I just know that Minnie likes it in her ass. I nearly switched holes, but she seemed to be enjoying my cock too much in her pussy, I couldn't deprive the girl of that! You sure you don't want to fuck that tight ass of hers?"
I sighed. It certainly had some appeal.
"No, really, I've got to go."
Levaun had just walked into the living room as I finished speaking.
"You not staying, Ron? I mean, I don't feel very lady like, you know, you just fucking me and going right away."
"Well, ehm Levaun, I.."
"I'm only kidding, Ron. Say 'Hi' to your wife!"
"Eh, I .."
Levaun turned to Randall.
"You're staying, right? I guess it will just be me and Minnie and you? Two hot girls spoiling you in bed. I assume you're staying?"
"Wild horses wouldn't drag me away," Randall laughed as a naked Minnie re- entered the living room, her saggy tits rippling as she walked.
"Ohh, Ron! You're leaving?" Minnie asked in a theatrical sad voice.
"Yeah, babe, his wife will be wondering where he is," Levaun added sarcastically.
"Oh, that's a shame!" Minnie replied.
"OK, Minnie, Randy! Let's have a drink before we continue!"
I got dressed and left as Randall and the girls sat on the couch drinking red wine and smoking a spliff.
==
The Uber home took forty-five minutes, and it was nearly 4am when I got home.
I put the living-room light on.
Shit! Louise was sitting on the couch. Dressed.
"OK, Ron, let me hear all about it."
"What?"
"Come on, Ron. Don't be shy. The two bitches you and Randall left 'The Bayou' with."
"Louise, I.."
"Ron, come over here. Sit!"
I walked over to where Louise was sitting on the couch. I sat down.
Louise picked up her laptop.
"Soooooohhh, Ron, the dark-haired one was yours, right? Or maybe you and Randall fucked the two of them?"
I was looking at a Facebook picture message. From an 'Adrienne L'. There was a photo, clear as day. Levaun's hand on my arm, looking at me, with Randall and Minnie laughing.
"Louise, I.. how.. eh?"
"Ron, did you see a tall slim blonde lady there tonight? Skinny. And I mean skinny, God that girl never seems to have to worry about her weight. Wearing a very tight white dress?"
"Eh, I.."
"She says you actually winked at her when you left with those two sluts!"
Shit! The blonde. The supermodel type. When we were leaving.
"Well, Ron, that lady is Adrienne Leclerc. We go way back. She was more friends with Donna, if truth be told, but we do occasionally see each other, and as you can see, we are Facebook friends."
"Louise, I.."
"Ron, shut up. I can see you're drunk. Tomorrow, I want you to phone around, see if you can stay with a friend for a few nights. Or stay in a motel. I DON"T FUCKING CARE!"
"But Louise, I.."
"Ron, do NOT call me. I will call you. We will meet next Friday night, NOT BEFORE, at a neutral venue, I'll choose it. And by God, we will have OUR FUCKING SERIOUS TALK!"
"Well, Louise, actually, I wanted.." I left the sentence hanging. Shit. What was I going to do?
"Louise, .. I ..", I slowly put my hand on Louise's left leg. She immediately grabbed it and pushed it away.
"Ron, don't! Just fuck off to bed. The spare room. And leave me the fuck alone! I'll tell the boys you're on a business trip. Don't speak to me in the morning. I'll take the boys out, something you NEVER do these days, and, well, just be gone by evening."
"Eh, .."
But before I could stammer to a finish, Louise stood up and walked upstairs in silence.
Oh fuck!
TO BE CONTINUED