Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 136
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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I'd previously arranged a round of golf with Archie O'Neill (our softball team captain) on Sunday. Softball practice was about to start with the new season commencing in a few weeks. I was one of our team's better players and Archie always discussed the upcoming season with me as we approached game time.
Saturday I was too shell-shocked to really contact anybody with a view to 'couch surfing' so I made do with a cheapish motel near the golf course. I booked in for three nights, they had a three-for-two offer on. That gave me to Tuesday until I had to make alternative arrangements.
I tried to call Louise. More than once. But she wouldn't take my calls.
I called Randall, who gave me the lowdown on his night of lust with Levaun and Minnie. "Five fucks, three blow-jobs, it was like I was a teenager again", he boasted. "And Minnie LOVED taking it in her ass!"
I thought about asking for a bed for a few days, but I decided to wait until I'd thought through my options.
OK. So, what were my options? I came up with a preliminary list.
Linda Ware - but would that perhaps give Linda the wrong impression? If me and Louise were 'done' done, you know, 'stick a fork in it' done, I wasn't about to immediately dive into another long-term relationship. Lord, no.
Unless I was prepared to move to Cali, Donna wasn't an option anymore. But I did give August a thought. They'd given me their number after all. August was on the list. Shit, I didn't know if they'd consider it or not, but I wasn't totally thinking straight. August was a 'maybe'.
Randall was someone obvious to try. Probably my best option.
I even thought about Cara. Then had second thoughts. No, that wouldn't work.
Then there was Julie Schneider. Louise's lover's, or was it now ex-lover's, stepdaughter. I even considered that. I was that desperate.
Who? Fuck, what about my non-scene friends? Although most of my time had been taken up in the scene it seemed these last two years. There were a lot of people I'd kind of lost touch with. Golf partner Archie for example. I hadn't seen him in months.
OK, I knew I needed to make some calls Monday. I'd think it through, then make my final list in order of priority/likelihood of getting a temporary bed, then work it through top to bottom until I got lucky.
==
As it was, I only had to make one call.
Top of my list, Randall listened to my sob story and agreed I could stay in his spare room, "As long as I needed" if I contributed to grocery bills.
I moved in with my golf clubs and a small amount of my stuff on Tuesday night after work.
==
On Wednesday I received a curt email from Louise. Her choice of a neutral venue surprised me. Red Gables Country Club. Basically, where this mad fucking journey of ours had started.
We were to make our ways there separately. Louise told me to meet her in the French dining room at 8:30pm sharp. She gave me no details of a room, any overnight details, sleeping arrangements, nothing except we were meeting for dinner, and that we would 'talk', but I assumed she'd booked a room. And we'd actually be staying over? Shit, I wasn't even sure about that.
Fuck.
==
Thursday night, Randall went out as 'Raquel'. He (she) asked me if I wanted to join them, they were going to a 'Club Night', but I declined.
I did however assfuck Raquel when they got home unaccompanied at 1am. I'd waited up on the off chance I'd get the opportunity. And I was glad I did. Raquel was rocking a slut look in a tight silver dress and breastforms and looked super sexily feminine in a white spiky wig.
Raquel had just walked in and without saying anything had sat down on the couch next to me and started tongue kissing me. I had no intention of resisting, and I didn't.
My orgasm was intense, I hadn't jerked off since my face-off with Louise. And I finished off by sucking Raquel's juicy cock, hungrily swallowing a BIG load of Raquel's milky cum, before we both fell asleep in the main bedroom.
It seemed that staying at Randall's came with some 'benefits'.
==
On Saturday, I arrived at Red Gables around 8:15pm. It was damp and cold, we were just into March but the weather hadn't started to improve yet, and the outdoor pool and pool bar was closed. I checked the main bar area, but there was no sign of Louise. I was nervous, so I just headed straight to the French room.
I gave our name to a thin dark-haired good-looking waiter, yes, he was in the 'I would' category, who led me to a table that was set for two. The dining room wasn't particularly busy, there were a few empty tables. I ordered a club soda. After all, I didn't know if I would be driving home. I hoped I wouldn't be, but that was more blind optimism than anything else.
As I sat waiting for Louise, I reminded myself that I wasn't the only person in our relationship that had their 'secrets'. After all, Louise had been fucking at least one guy behind my back, possibly two if the Matty rumor was true, and probably more than that.
I needed to be more assertive in this discussion, I told myself. Louise had previously criticized me for not being open with her. Tonight, I decided that I would be. Well, I told myself I'd try, at least.
I'd just checked my watch, 8:43pm, I'd almost started to think that Louise was a no-show, when the same waiter who'd led me to our table walked Louise over.
I said 'Hi' and listened as Louise ordered a Mimosa, before she sat down in silence, putting a small blue purse down on the table.
"Eh, Louise, I'm glad to see you," I said, genuinely meaning it. "You look great."
Louise was wearing a slightly oversized mens shirt type blouse, powder blue, with a double button collar, which was casual, but not too casual. It looked perfect, her voluptuous bust was obviously in there, but not too prominently displayed. The loose bottom part of the blouse flowed over a pair of tight dark-blue pants which were flared from the knee down. I also noticed her shoes, flat-heeled bright blue/green pumps. One word described her look. Elegant.
I noticed also that she'd styled her hair differently, sweeping it back from her forehead, and I also noticed some dark blonde streaked tints, which were definitely new. Her face was made up perfectly, although more subtle than her usual party girl look.
Fuck. Why did I need anybody else, I silently asked myself?
"Hi Ron. How's things with Randall? You two eating chili dogs watching sports on TV every night? Or is it Raquel you're staying with?"
The intense sex with Raquel Thursday night flashed through my mind, but I answered without flinching.
"Fuck Louise, no. Nothing like that," I replied quietly, a little white lie. "It's a place to sleep. Nothing more. You know that," I replied.
"Well, maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Maybe you're happy with how things have turned out?"
"I'm far from happy right now. You know that too."
I paused as the waiter arrived at our table and put Louise's drink down, along with some breadsticks, then handed us both menus. He told us that he'd give us a few minutes to decide. The soup of the day was Lobster Bisque, and the special was apparently a veal escalope in a Champagne sauce, with 'Legumes', whatever the fuck they were.
"OK, Louise. Let's talk," I said as the waiter departed.
"Actually, Ron, I want us to eat first. Civilly. But don't think this is a date. Although we'll talk properly in the room after dinner."
"OK, how are the boys?" I asked.
==
The meal was more than slightly awkward. The conversation was brusque but polite. Louise kept it to family and work, there was some stuff about one of our neighbor's buying a boat. There wasn't really much I could say. I mentioned that I'd played golf with Archie. We were basically just killing time before we talked about what we needed to talk about.
One encouraging sign was that Louise insisted I drink wine with my veal main. Louise had chosen some garlic stuffed chicken breast thing, so we were on white wine. And the food was good. We got through two bottles of Chablis by the time we'd finished dessert.
"OK, Ron. Let's go to the room," Louise said unemotionally, when we'd drained the last of our wine glasses, and finished our coffees.
==
Louise led us to the room. It wasn't the one we'd had that time when we'd had our first wild weekend with Fabio and then with Debbie. It was a bigger room than the one before, more in the center of the main building, well away from the golf course.
When we got in the room and I closed the door, Louise got herself a drink. Some golden-colored, mini-bottle of fizzy shit from the mini-bar. She poured it into a glass and handed me a bottle of beer.
"Ron. Sit down. There. Not on the bed. I want to talk. It's time."
I walked to an armchair in the corner of what I guess was a suite. The room was big. Louise sat down on the bed and slipped her shoes off.
"Sit there, Ron. Go on. On the chair."
I sat down. I suddenly felt less drunk than I actually was. I'd drunk my fair share of wine at dinner. But now I felt totally sober.
"OK, Ron. I guess now is the time. I know there are aspects of our lifestyle you've found hard to deal with. And you've dealt with them in your own way. And I guess I'm the same. I've dealt with some of the things I've found hard in our relationship in MY own way. I think we've both deviated from what we originally agreed."
I gulped but kept listening.
"OK, Ron. Those sluts last Friday. They weren't your first, ehm, deviation? Right?"
"Ah, Louise, well .. Eh .. you know what happened."
"I know, Ron. I know. Adrienne let me know. I'm not talking about THAT. We'll get to THAT later."
"Louise, where are you going with this. Are you accusing.."
"Come on, Ron. Don't patronize me."
"Louise, I can.."
"FUCKING RON! STOP WITH THE STALLING ALREADY!"
"Louise, I.."
"Ron, OK. The thing is we've both been at it. I admit it. I've known for months, God, six, seven months at least, that you have been fucking other people behind my back. I thought you'd get it out of your system. I thought it was just your 'Guy thing', but it's not. I know about Cara. And I'd heard rumors about you and Donna, but I chose not to believe them. I reckon now that they're true. I'm glad that whore is out of the picture. Anyway, Ron, how does that Old English saying go? What's good for the goose is good for the gander?"
Louise reached down into her purse and pulled a cigarette from inside and lit it, then put her lighter back down on the bed.
"So, Ron. You don't feel like telling me, huh? OK, I'll start then. You see we're alike. More than you think. I've dealt with these things the same way as you. Let's see. I think you have to know about David. I tried so hard to make it easy for you to suspect something. I really wanted you to react. To fight. To fucking show me YOU CARED! I thought at first you were just stupid, but knowing you, I guess you were just too chickenshit to confront me on it. And I fucked Matty a few times. I think you knew that too. His cock was just too good to resist, and work made it easy. We'd fuck at lunch break. I even fucked him in our bed one afternoon. I thought you might notice, say something, I deliberately left the room messy, but you didn't. And there were two more guys. Guys you don't know. Oh, yes, I also had a very nice intimate get together with Mandy. She and Jayda are long finished, as you know. In fact Jayda is back in London now she has the kid. So, I had an afternoon of passion with Mandy. I like it with women. Not as much as I like a cock, but still, I had a lot of fun with Mandy. She's a cutie, and very tender in bed."
I didn't immediately know what to say in reply to Louise's list of indiscretions. And I noted she hadn't mentioned the black chick she'd fucked David with. The one I'd seen on one of their 'sex tapes'.
"So, Ron. You fucked that slut last Friday, maybe her friend too, the REALLY ugly one. Anyway, now I've told you about my singles experiences. Your turn. Go on. Tell me."
"Louise, I.."
"TELL ME RON! Tell me ALL of it."
I dry swallowed.
"Louise, I don't know how to say this. Shit.."
The problem was, with the drink now only residually affecting me, I'd lost some of my courage. A lot of it actually.
"Ron, go on, or I'll go to bed, to sleep, right now, and if I go to bed now, we're through. Make no mistake about that. You can fucking drive back to your shitty bed in the shitty spare room in fucking Randall's shitty apartment. You can go anywhere you want for all I fucking care. But. If you come clean now, well, after that we can talk about what's next. For us. You don't come clean now, I can't ever allow myself to trust you again, and we really are through. Shit, we might already be through. Ron, you never ever seem to tell me how you really feel. There was a time you did. But that seems such a fucking long time ago. So, Ron. What's it to be? My way or the highway?"
"Ah, OK, Louise. So there's been a couple of guys, very casual.."
"Forget the guys, Ron. I'm more interested in the women you've fucked. The guys I can kind of reconcile, you know, with your gay side. It bothers me, a little, maybe more than a little, but not as much as the women. The women? They REALLY fucking bother me."
"Ah, .. ehm.."
"Ron. Come on."
Louise took a deep pull on her cigarette.
"OK, Ron, I know about Cara. She told me all about it. You can skip that. How about the girl last Friday? Ugly bitch. Start with her."
"OK, Louise."
"What was her name, Ron? I want names. ALL their names. Oh, wait, I didn't give you the names of my other two fuck buddies. One was a guy called Jeff, never got his last name, a guy I met on the hook-up site we use. Used to use. He pinged me, asked about a foursome with us, him and his wife. I was bored, and he looked so fucking hot. You weren't around as fucking usual. So, I asked him if he'd like to fuck me. His wife agreed. Very very good looking guy, beautiful cock, but not the best fuck I've ever had. I went to his place. I'd thought his wife was going to be out, but she was there, so it ended up a threesome. Well after he fucked me solo, with his wife watching. The other guy I fucked was called Zack. Zack Blake. He was an ex- boyfriend of Rowena's. There was a first spontaneous fuck after Thursday night drinks. Before I came home. In his car. Not very classy, and to be honest, also not very good. But I needed a man to want me. And boy! Did he WANT me! Christ the amount of stuff came out of him that night! I thought I was going to choke! I fucked him a couple more times, I'd go to his place in the afternoon. But he was boring. Actually, he was quite dumb. He had a big cock though. So, Ron, tell me what you've done, and give me the names of the bitches you've fucked. All of them. You know about all of my experiences now."
I dry swallowed again. Then I took a chug of beer.
"OK, the girl last Friday was called Levaun. I fucked her. Randall fucked her friend. That was it basically. And you said that you know about Cara. And I fucked Julie.."
"Julie? Julie Schneider? Julie Schneider, Ron?"
"Yes. Her."
"Outside of our encounter with her and David? Interesting. I bet David doesn't know that. His FUCKING PSYCHO stepdaughter. David said she can't get enough cock. And she's the jealous type, so I guess it doesn't surprise me. OK, Ron, what happened?"
"Julie told me about you and David. Your thing. So I fucked her. It.."
"Where about did you fuck her, Ron?"
"In the apartment you and David were using as a fuck pad," I replied brusquely.
"Ah. Nice symmetry. Go on, who else?"
"Linda Ware."
"Who's she? Name sounds familiar. She, ehm, wait, work?"
"Yes, work contact. She's a Toxic Waste broker."
Louise took a pull on her cigarette, then a sip of fizz. I wished I had another beer.
"OK, Ron. How did that go? Give me some details."
"I went to her place. We fucked."
"Ron, that's not a lot of detail. What was she like? What did you actually do?"
"She's older than us. She's, eh.."
"Is she a good lay, Ron?"
"Yes. I.."
"Did you fuck her in the ass?"
"Eh.." I had to think. I'd analed her for sure, but was it the actual time I was 'confessing' to Louise about? I replied with a simple, "Yes".
"Who else?"
"Eh, that's it.." I let the sentence trail off.
"Ron, I'm going to ask you to consider this next question VERY carefully. I need an honest answer. If I don't get an honest answer, you don't get a choice on what we do next. We're done. It's all over. So, think VERY carefully."
I gulped. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming.
"Ron. Have you fucked Donna? I mean, have you and her done it, without you telling me?"
"Yes," I said without even thinking about the consequences.
"Oh, Ron. No. Why? She's a fucking whore. I mean an ACTUAL fucking whore. What were you thinking?"
"I did it because I knew it would piss you off," I blurted out. Louise wanted honesty. I was giving her honesty.
"How many times, Ron?"
"Eh, two. Maybe three. Two, I think. No three."
"Fuck, Ron. You don't even remember how many times you fucked that skanky fucking slut!?! Un-fucking-real. You amaze me, Ron, you fucking amaze me sometimes."
"We met two or three times, I meant. There were a lot of fucks, Louise. Fuck, I lost count of the amount of times I fucked her. A lot. I don't know. Ten? Twenty times?"
"You bastard, Ron. Fuck! I don't know. I.."
"Louise, you asked me to be fucking honest. What the fuck did you want me to do? Lie? You told me not to fucking lie, Louise! OK, I'm getting myself another beer. One minute."
I stood up and walked to the mini-bar. As I walked over, I could see Louise glaring at me. I fished a bottle of cold lager out of the refrigerator, screwed it open and returned to my seat.
"OK, Ron," Louise continued when I'd sat down. "I asked. You told. I really shouldn't complain. I'm sorry about that. It wasn't fair. We've cleared the air. My question to you now, is what are we going to do?"
I took a drink of beer.
"Well, Ron?"
"I don't know, Louise. I sometimes wish things were like they were before. Before we started doing this stuff."
"OK, Ron. So, you're saying that we both act like our mid-life crises are over? And go back to being a normal married couple? Normal, Jesus! Us? Normal? You don't fuck any other women, or guys for that matter. If we're going back to basics, you have to curtail those cravings too. I go back to being a one-man woman. Which I can do, Ron. I could do that for you. I still somehow fucking love you. I fucked those other guys mainly to get back at you. Just like you fucked Donna to get back at me. OK?"
I was silent for a few moments.
"Ron?"
"Yes, Louise. I can't handle this anymore. For me there's two options. That, and we split up. I don't want us to split up, Louise."
"OK, Ron. But one very important thing. Resentment is poison in a relationship. I need you to love me. I mean really LOVE me, like you used to. If you can't do that, there's no point."
"OK, Louise."
"Ron, do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Say it Ron. Say IT!"
"I love you, Louise."
"OK, Ron, this freaky shit we do, we DID, it stops right now. That's in the past. No more."
"OK."
"Ron, we stop now? Do you understand?"
"Yes. We stop. I understand."
"OK, Ron, this is IT. After tonight, if you cheat on me, I treat it like I used to think I would. I throw your ass in the trash and divorce you. Got that, Ron?"
"Yes."
"Say it again - have you GOT THAT, Ron?"
"Yes, Louise," I replied.
"And we don't bring the past up. THIS past. Even if we argue, you and I NEVER bring this shit up again. OK?"
"OK," I replied.
Louise stood up and walked over to the dresser and crushed what was left of her cigarette out in a glass ashtray.
I took a large gulp of beer.
"OK, Ron, let's go to bed."
TO BE CONTINUED?