Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 14
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After our Mandy session with the sex toys, things once again went quiet for a couple of weeks between Louise and I. Just normal marital relations in bed, nothing outrageous. Reassuringly normal as far as I was concerned. I liked the contrast between this and the more adventurous shit. Well, actually this wasn't totally true, we had one night when Louise sucked me off as we watched gay porn on the computer. Otherwise, 'normal'.
I had a lot on at work, and I had a 3-day training workshop in Boston coming up in a little over a week's time. The workshop was on 'Change Management'. How appropriate. My life sure had changed in the last couple of months.
I often thought about our upcoming night out with Joanne and Randall. A couple of days before the arranged date, I got a chance to discuss what type of night out Louise had in mind. Louise made it clear what we were looking at.
"Well, Ron. This is one of those nights that we see what happens, but I'm sure you understand, this is a night where I'm looking for something to 'happen', OK? I hope you are too?"
I nodded. Louise continued.
"At the Maloney's I didn't get the full Joanne thing going. It really turned me on, how hard she came. Honestly, when she came it felt like she was pissing on my fingers. I'd like to see what she can do to me."
Louise fished a Marlboro out of her pack and lit up with her new silver lighter. I waited for her to blow out a cloud of blue gray smoke towards the ceiling, then I spoke.
"Louise, I know I was pretty close to Randall, I mean we were both fucking Elsa at the same time. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy when I was in Elsa's asshole. But I'm not 100% sure if I want to do the male-male thing with him. It's not totally out of the question, but at this point in time, I'm not really sure."
Louise casually drew on her cigarette, held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds, then furrowed her brow slightly, finally forming her lips into a tight circle, before exhaling a thin blue jet of smoke to her left side. I knew what was coming next.
"Ron, we've always said it since we started this thing. If we don't want to do something, we don't do it. I'll be honest with you, I want Randall's cock. Maybe Randall isn't your type. The gay porn we watched together, you know you have a type, right?"
I paused to think. Did I?
"Ron, seems you like younger guys. White. Longish hair. Cute looking. Fuck, that scene when you came a few nights ago, the swimming coach and the boy. You do realize, don't you? Rudy, he's your type. Maybe I should be more worried about him than Shawna."
My heart skipped a beat as I thought back to my first fuck with Rudy. Behind Louise's back. And Louise's direct mention of Shawna. Did she know my feelings for Shawna?
"Anyway, I'm pretty sure you aren't going to say no to a fuck with Joanne. I can tell you think she's sexy. Fuck, I certainly do."
Louise paused for a few seconds, flicked some cigarette ash into the ashtray in front of her.
"Ron, baby, let's see what happens. Maybe it's just a simple partner swap. Heck, Ron, if we don't either of us 'feel it', we can just have a normal dinner date with friends and do none of the other stuff. That's an option, you know?"
Louise took another draw on her Marlboro, then carried on speaking. She was in full flow now.
"Joanne has told me Randall likes it with guys. He's been into it since before they met. But Ron, don't do something because you think I want you to, if you aren't comfortable. But let's be honest here, our last couple of adventures, they've been your kind of gigs. You've had every man's wet dream lately. Our 'thing' works both ways. It won't always be you and two or more girls. Honey, I'll say it again so we're clear. I'd like to try Randall's cock. I've never even been with a black man. If you don't want to do anything with Randall, don't. But I really want to."
I'd kind of known that this was the direction Louise was heading with our upcoming liaison with Randall and Joanne when she'd arranged it. So it shouldn't have shocked or surprised me. But I was still in that place mentally where I wasn't really comfortable seeing Louise with another guy. OK, at the actual time when we were doing the shit, like what had happened at Bill's, the foursome with Bill and Rudy. I would get into it. Shit, I'd surprised myself by how much I got into it. But I'd reflected on that night a couple of times. And I was pretty sure the alcohol had contributed heavily to my behavior. Fuck, at the time, I'd virtually insisted that Bill fuck Louise's mouth.
In my more self-aware moments since, I'd also realized I'd got really turned on watching Rudy fuck Louise. But this might have been because I'd fucked Rudy myself, and found him so hot. Christ, it was almost like I felt I was sharing both my wife Louise, and my gay lover Rudy. During that particular act, I'd actually felt in control. Whereas I felt totally under Louise's control during most of the rest of our recent sexual experiences, even with shemale Gina. I was mixed up. Would I ever feel truly comfortable with this stuff?
Friday night arrived.
I'd finished work early, driven home and got myself ready. I played with the kids a little while. Then I had a long soak in the bathtub, shaved and took some time doing my hair. Although my hair was mostly gray I was still quite proud of the full-bodied-ness of it. I wore it short back and sides, quite thick on top. Had done since I was mid-twenties. Louise had told me to wear my 'good' suit, but I at least got to choose my own shirt, a dark blue one with a subtle floral pattern on it. Louise called it my "young guy" shirt.
Louise wore yet another new dress. It was very summery, but of course, as was usual lately, Louise had picked one that accentuated the splendor of her cleavage. Louise was very proud of her tits. Fuck, so was I.
Louise's latest plunge dress was short. The material was a swirl of blacks, whites and greens, with the green made up of a palm leaf print pattern. I could see a touch of dark green bra as she adjusted her frontage.
Louise had tonged her dark hair into loose curls, which she wore down. Louise's make-up was as usual perfect, her full lips colored with a pinky verging-on-orange shade of lipstick, with her dark eyes shaded with a subtle brown eye shadow.
Louise looked amazing.
At almost exactly 7pm, the doorbell rang. Louise was getting the kids ready for bed and asked me to get the door. Shit, I suddenly thought. How would I react when I saw Shawna with her new beau, Ricky?
I paused for a few seconds. The doorbell went again.
Louise interrupted my daydreaming, "Ron, for crying out loud, get the door!"
I hurried over and opened the door. Shawna stood there, smiling, Ricky was a few paces behind on our pathway.
Shawna wore a tight white crop-top which squeezed her round breasts so the shape of her bra underneath was visible, with a pale blue short denim jacket. She was wearing tight short blue denim shorts that matched the jacket, and white sneakers. Her recently-dyed blonde hair was styled in loose curls. The lightness of Shawna's apparel contrasted beautifully with her coffee colored skin. And tonight, Shawna was wearing her eyeglasses, which I felt made her look extra hot.
"Hi, Mr. Abbott, Ron", Shawna smiled. "Meet Ricky. Ricky, this is Mr. Abbott."
I smiled at Ricky as he reached the doorstep. Longish dark hair, swept back at the sides with gel, giving his hair that 'in' retro-80s look that seemed popular with the kids these days.
Ricky was wearing a lemon V-neck sweater and blue jeans, with suede moccasins on his feet, no socks. I hadn't remembered him being this handsome when I'd seen him at Oscar's. He was one good-looking kid. I winced as I remembered Louise's 'type' comments.
"I hope you don't mind, Mr. Abbott, but I've parked in front of your car, Shawna said you guys were taking a cab."
I reassured Ricky that his parking was OK, before inviting both him and Shawna in.
I guided Ricky to the couch.
"Take a seat, Ricky. Shawna, the kids are in their room, probably on their tablets playing games, I told them half an hour. They wanted to see you before bedtime."
I turned and faced Ricky.
"By the way, for later, there's soda and cold cuts in the refrigerator, Ricky. Should be some coffee in the kitchen too. Kitchen's over there."
Shawna headed upstairs before I quickly realized I might have to make more than just cursory conversation with Ricky. I knew that it was fucked up, but I felt both jealous of Shawna's new boyfriend, and I was realizing pretty quickly that I was attracted to him. I was slightly nervous. Fuck, I needed to pull myself together. These Shawna feelings were growing legs, and now it seemed I also had the hots for her boyfriend.
I asked Ricky about his studies. It was the first thing that came into my head. Ricky explained he was studying Sports Science, gave me an overview, before Louise and Shawna re-joined us in the living room.
I caught Ricky taking a sharp intake of breath as he stared at Louise's open cleavage. The dress really did complement Louise's boobs. Ricky watched wide-eyed as Louise once again covered up a small piece of her dark green plunge bra that had become visible.
Louise and Ricky exchanged pleasantries. Then entered into some bland conversation. Louise asked how his mother was, other stuff. I'd forgotten Louise knew Ricky's mom. I semi tuned out.
A few minutes later, my phone beeped to herald the arrival of our cab. Shawna sat down next to Ricky, I saw her squeeze his hand affectionately.
Louise grabbed her jacket, then gave Shawna some final instructions on the kids. As we opened the door to leave, Louise turned back to Shawna and Ricky.
"Have fun kids! Oh, Shawna, if you're smoking, can you do it out on the back porch again, please? Ron's still not 100% cool with us smoking in the house. There's an ashtray out back I left for you."
As I turned to go, Shawna caught my eye. I could tell from her look that she knew that I wanted her. She was right.
Louise poked her head back into the house, breaking Shawna's gaze.
"Another thing kids, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
We got out of the cab in the parking lot of the hotel and entered the hotel bar via the reception area.
I was slightly nervous. Louise took hold of my hand as I caught sight of Joanne and Randall at a table to the left of the bar. We walked over.
Louise sat down first, opposite Randall, slipped her jacket off, put it on the back of her chair. I saw Randall take a good look at Louise's magnificent tits. I took the seat next to Louise, opposite Joanne.
We all said hi. Randall told us we had time for one round before we had to cross the street to the Tapas place. Louise ordered an Absolut and Schweppes, I went for Vodka cranberry. Randall ordered a Cognac and asked the server to bring Joanne a JD and Coke.
When the drinks arrived, Randall proposed a toast.
"To a fun night!"
We clinked our glasses, then started with some small talk. Nobody wanted to be too premature I guess, but I in particular felt a slight sexual tension in the air between us.
Joanne was just as sexy as I'd remembered her.
She was seated with her legs crossed, and I could see she was wearing shiny black faux-leather pants which wrapped her thin feminine legs tightly. On her feet Joanne wore a pair of black ankle strap sandals, with thin stiletto heels. On her top half Joanne had on a matt gray blouse, unbuttoned to show her pert tanned bosom, with just a tiny hint of lacy white brassiere visible. Joanne's shiny long dark hair was parted in the middle. She wore dark red lipstick, and her eyeglasses completed the sultry sexy, almost nerdy, look. I didn't need to think too long to know I wanted to fuck Joanne tonight.
Randall was wearing a powder blue dress jacket over a loose dark smart t- shirt, its bagginess highlighting Randall's skinniness. His outfit was finished with black chinos and light blue suede loafers. No socks. Seemed Randall was down with the kids more than me.
Randall had freshly shaved his head. In fact his whole face looked incredibly smooth. Thinking back to our double-fucking Elsa, I remembered Randall's smooth dark skin had pretty much been free of hair, which made me think maybe he waxed his body hair too.
Louise and Joanne had moved onto the usual girl talk, kids, shopping, the usual. Randall informed me that he and Joanne were staying in the hotel for the night.
He continued, "I get a really good deal here. I'm a Fire Inspector for the County, that's how I know Frank. I didn't mention when we met, but I also know Louise's boss, Bill. I run most of the inspections of his rental properties. Anyway, I also do the scheduled checks here."
Frank Maloney had fingers in many pies in terms of businesses and one of his business interests involved supplying fire and carbon monoxide alarms, so I assumed that was something to do with Randall and Frank's professional relationship. Bill of course had his rental property empire.
"Anyway, Ron. We've got the suite here for the price of an economy, well cheaper actually, they always give me a deal. The traffic here is mainly business, mainly midweek, weekends are cheaper. We're on 4, suite 411. Facilities are great, best room in the house. Hot tub, the works. Anyway, let's get ourselves some Spanish food. You ready ladies?"
Louise pulled two Marlboros out of her purse, and her lighter.
"Joanne, let's have a quick smoke on the way over."
The meal was good. The thing with Tapas is that if you don't like one thing, there's plenty more on the menu to try. My favorites were the chili shrimp, and the mini chicken enchiladas with chipotle guacamole. Louise adores seafood, and she especially loved the fried calamari with a creamy garlic mayo dip, and the hot octopus salad. There were also spicy ribs that were delicious, we ordered four servings of those.
We drank Spanish red wine throughout, Rioja. After a couple of glasses, I chilled out a little. Maybe the night was going to turn out OK.
During the meal, Joanne and Louise brought up the latest state of the Maloney's marriage.
Frank and Donna seemed to constantly swing between happy couple and being on the verge of a divorce. According to Joanne, it seemed Frank and Donna were all good right now. Well, as long as Frank let Donna express herself sexually, which was a codeword for letting her fuck whoever she wanted.
Joanne looked at me, then winked at Louise.
"Donna SO wants to fuck Ron. She's told me like a hundred times. Louise, she's almost obsessed!"
Louise told Joanne that she knew about Donna's 'crush'.
"Maybe one day I'll actually let Ron fuck her!"
Joanne quipped back immediately, "Well Louise, if you're serious about giving Donna a treat with Ron, set it up so she comes to your place on her own. I think a threesome will work better. Or if Frank does come, talk him into being the cameraman. He loves filming Donna, so much that it usually keeps him out of trouble!"
Randall gave out a little chuckle, "Yeah Ron, but don't be surprised when Frank begs to suck your dick after you've dumped your load in Donna."
Randall then said he had something else we'd find amusing.
It seemed that Frank had set up a website for Donna. They'd posted movies of Donna being fucked, put them in a pay section. They'd also offer 'meets' on the site. For money. So, Donna was effectively an internet prostitute. And she was getting trade. They'd do gang-bang nights where Frank would film the goings on. The parties were usually one a month, and on a good night Frank and Donna could make upwards of a thousand dollars. Randall said he would email me a link and a password to the members' section of the website. So I could take a look.
"Ron, I won't spoil it for you, but let's just say you'll find some of the material on there, 'interesting'."
Eventually, all-gossiped out, the girls went out for a smoke. I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom. I was still a bit nervous around Randall.
When we all sat down again, Louise and I listened intently as Randall talked us through his previous marriages.
Randall's first wife had been a hot-blooded Latina, Maria, who'd originally come from Panama as a young kid in the 80s, landing in New York. After they'd been married about 2 years, she'd started going on more 'work nights out with the girls' than she used to. One night after about 6 months of uncertainty, awkwardness and jealousy on Randall's part, she'd come home at 4am and told Randall she wanted a divorce. She swore there was nobody else, how she felt they'd married too young (they'd both been 22 when they married), and how she wanted to have fun and 'find herself'. Randall said he had been shocked when she actually told him she wanted out of their marriage. He really hadn't seen it coming. Or maybe he'd deliberately closed his eyes to what was going on.
Three months after, he heard she'd moved in with a co-worker at the Insurance company she worked at. So he realized two-plus-two probably did make four in this case, and that she'd had a secret lover for some time.
It took about six months for Randall to get over things. He got back into dating. He played around for about a year. As he kept things casual, he realized he had varied tastes, as he put it. He started to have experiences with guys as well as girls. He told us it started with a 'straight' threesome with a couple he'd met in a swingers' bar, where the other guy had introduced him to the pleasures of homosexual sex.
It was during Randall's wild spell that he met his second wife. She was a 'blonde bombshell' named Arlene, who was from Rhode Island originally. 'Probably the kinkiest bitch ever from Providence', Randall added. They moved in the same social circles, and she knew all about Randall's sexual peculiarities. They'd actually met through a tranny Randall had been friendly with.
When he married Arlene, Randall stayed strictly monogamous. He explained he felt his casual sex days were over for good. He wanted something stable. But things started going wrong between him and Arlene almost from the wedding night. Big arguments over virtually nothing. Bullshit fights, passionate make-ups, hate, then love.
Randall explained it came to a head with one HUGE falling out over an aspect of Randall's life prior to them marrying that Arlene couldn't handle. Randall didn't elaborate exactly what, but he did mention poignantly that you couldn't change your past. Anyway, the marriage was over inside 15 months.
Randall told us that Arlene had seemed so accepting when they first met, but once they were married she would lose her shit over stuff that had happened during the period when they knew each other but hadn't yet paired up.
Their worst fight, started by Arlene, ended when a neighbor called the cops. Randall shrugged when he explained what that meant to him as a black man when the cops had turned up. How he felt the danger when the cops pulled their weapons. Even though he'd done nothing wrong. At that point Randall recognized that he couldn't handle it anymore, and he smiled as he told us he was actually relieved when Arlene left him shortly after.
We were silent for a few moments after Randall's story. Joanne and Louise took another cigarette break.
Randall and I made small talk, I was relieved we didn't get onto the topic of what we thought was going to happen later. I felt he knew that I was still a greenhorn when it came to all of this, and I was glad he had the emotional intelligence not to try and 'coach' me. Offer me advice. Patronize me, even.
Randall took a bathroom break, leaving me alone for a few minutes, and the girls arrived back at the same time Randall returned to the table.
Joanne then gushed over how she thought Louise and I had the perfect marriage. She actually said she was a little jealous of us, but in a good way. Joanne then asked us if we wanted to hear her story of woe. Louise and I both said yes, although I think Louise had heard it before.
Joanne had married her high school sweetheart at 21, and thought she had the perfect marriage for nearly 10 years. Sex wasn't too exciting, but she felt totally secure. Then one day she'd caught her husband fucking his girlfriend in their marital bed. She'd felt terribly betrayed. Her husband had met the girl at a strip club. Joanne's description of the 'other woman' was, huge fake tits, and not particularly pretty. The thing had been going on behind her back for about a year, she found out later.
Joanne explained she'd gone a bit crazy after her marriage breakdown. Sleeping around, moresomes, anal, experimenting with her own sex, online one-night-stands. It was her way of coping with what had happened.
Joanne squeezed Randall's hand when she explained how they'd met one Saturday at a 'party' at the Maloney's. Her and Randall had bumped into each other pretty much when they arrived within a few minutes of each other. They'd gone to a quiet room and fucked. Immediately afterwards, Randall asked if they could skip the party and go back to his place. They'd fucked all night, and had been a couple since.
Joanne explained that each was comfortable with the other sharing partners, or exploring their sexuality outside of their direct relationship. But she explained that, much as Louise and I were now doing, they only did things together, or by agreement. No secrets. No embarrassing surprises.
I'd had a few wines, so I asked what 'By agreement' meant.
Joanne sat back on her chair.
"Well, Ron. Let me give you an example. Randall was down in Trenton on business back in March. He called me from the hotel, said a woman was hitting on him in the bar. What should he do? I told him to ask her if she'd let Randall film her sucking his cock so his girlfriend could watch when he got home. If she said yes, he could have her. If she said no, then she could fuck off."
Joanne went into her purse, and pulled out her phone. She fiddled around for about 30 seconds then handed the phone to Louise. Louise took a look, smiled, then handed the phone to me. On the screen, close-up, a plumpish blonde white woman, heavily made up, I'd say she was in her 40s, possibly older. Randall's slim toned waist in view, his thick black dick buried in her mouth.
"I've got a movie as well, but we can't watch it here obviously", Joanne giggled, "Maybe later in the room."
Randall reminisced. "She was a cosmetics sales rep. Married woman, church going type. She'd had a few drinks, told me she'd wanted to try black cock since she was a teen. Fuck, if her husband ever saw the movie, he'd shit kittens."
After we'd eaten and had coffees, Randall and I split the bill.
As we readied to move, it was Joanne who threw the proposition out there. The one we all knew was coming.
"Louise, Ron. We've got the suite over the road as you know. 411. We'd like for you to come up. But Randall and me, well, we need 30 minutes first, so we can get ready. How about you walk with us to the hotel. You take a drink in the bar, work out what you want to do, and Louise, you text me. A simple yes or no will suffice. Does that sound alright?"
I spoke before Louise could reply. "Sounds like a plan. Let's head to the bar."
Louise threw me a deep smile.
I knew that I wanted to go to the room with them. And I knew for sure that Louise did as well.
Randall looked at Louise.
"It's easier getting a cab from the hotel anyways. But I hope we see you, I mean both of you, you and Ron, upstairs in a little while."
We crossed the road together. Louise and Joanne speed-smoked a shared cigarette.
As Joanne and Randall headed to the elevators, Louise and I sat down at the bar. I ordered an Absolut on the rocks for Louise and a Glenmorangie, no ice, for me.
Louise picked up her glass, and excused herself so she could go for another quick cigarette in the smoking section, which was at the rear of the bar on some covered outdoor decking.
As I sipped my Scotch I wondered if Louise and I would ever go out with a couple and tell them our story. Like Randall and Joanne had opened up to us. How we got into the scene. Could I be that honest with other people? I wondered what Louise had told Joanne already.
I broke out of my thoughts as Louise sat back down next to me after her smoke. I knew that pretty soon I'd be watching Randall stick his hard black cock into Louise. I spoke first.
"OK, baby", pausing, as I took a decent sip of my Scotch. "You really up for this? I'll start by saying I am."
Louise smiled at me.
"Ron, you know my view. I loved what we did with Debbie, with Shawna, and with Mandy, but I want more than girl-girl tonight. Are you comfortable with that side of things? I want Randall's cock. You are OK with this, yes?"
I thought briefly. Possibly influenced by the alcohol, I realized I most definitely wanted to fuck Joanne, and if swapping was part of the deal, so be it.
"Yes. Send them the text", I urged Louise, putting my right hand on her leg.
Louise put her glass down, and went into her purse and got her phone, then typed the agreed minimal text message. One word, 'Yes'. Then she pressed send.
A minute elapsed, which seemed longer, then a chime on Louise's iPhone. Louise looked, smiled, then handed me the phone with the reply on screen. I read it.
"Wow! So cool. Come up at a quarter before midnight. We are getting ready. J."
Louise and I decided not to have another drink. Louise told me to wait by the bar, as once again she went out for a smoke. This indicated to me that she was nervous. It was her third cigarette in about ten minutes.
When Louise re-joined me, I checked my watch.
"We're on", I said, as I motioned towards the elevators.
We walked over to the elevators in the lobby. One was waiting, door open.
I pressed '4' and the elevator doors closed. Louise grabbed me and French- kissed me. I responded, thrust my tongue back into my hot wife's smoky mouth.
Louise purred. "I am sooooohhh turned on. And I fucking love you, Ron. Don't forget that, even in the room, OK?"
"Suite", I reminded Louise, with a smile.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. We followed the signs for 'Suites. 410 - 412'. We came to a stop outside 411. I took a gulp and then tapped on the door. "Here we go", I thought.
It was Joanne who opened the door.
I stood aside slightly to let Louise enter.
Joanne had changed. Wow!
Joanne was wearing a tight white cupless corset, undercutting her bosom, meaning her pert round breasts were fully exposed, her dark brown nipples rock hard. White straps fed from the bottom and attached to sheer white thigh high stockings. Joanne wore white shiny patent leather ankle boots, with killer heels. And my eyes were drawn to Joanne's exposed neatly trimmed cunt. Joanne had also touched up her make-up. It looked more pronounced, less natural, than when we'd eaten. She'd lined her cheeks with red blusher, and applied a bright red gloss lipstick. She'd also removed her glasses, her eyes were also now heavily accented with a shiny white and silver eye shadow. The contrast between the white outfit and Joanne's slightly olive skin was sublime. She looked incredibly sexy.
Before I could say anything, Joanne put her hand round the back of Louise's neck and hungrily started French-kissing my wife. I started to get aroused.
After about 10 seconds, the girls broke off their kissing.
"Come on in you two!", Joanne smiled.
I closed the door behind us and took in the room, the suite. It was very large. There was a door to the left which was closed, I took that to be the bathroom. There was a very large round bed central in the room. A large semi-circular leather couch was placed a few feet right of the bed. And a long cabinet unit ran the length of the wall on the right which housed a large flatscreen TV, and a glass fronted drinks cabinet which looked fully stocked.
Joanne took a few paces to the cabinet and lifted a recently lit cigarette from a crystal ashtray on the glossy white surface. She inhaled, then handed the cigarette to Louise. I could clearly see the heavy red lipstick stain on the cigarette, as Louise put it to her lips for a drag. I picked up a hint of menthol. I got confused momentarily when I saw there was a second lit cigarette in the ashtray. That smoldering white stick seemed to be caked with a darker lipstick, a deeper purple color.
I turned to Joanne.
"Where's Randall?"
As I heard the bathroom door open to my left, Louise turned and literally squealed with excitement.
"Oh my GOD, Ron!!"
I turned round.
HOLEEEEE FUCKING SHIT!!!
My mouth gaped open. What was this? Fuck who was this?
Walking towards me was another provocatively dressed female. A black female. Fucking hell! NO! No, a stiff thick eight-inch dark-headed black cock, squeezed into a tight gold cock-ring pointed in my fucking direction, bouncing slightly each step this apparition took towards me. Shit, female, no... It was fucking RANDALL! Jesus, I was almost in shock.
Before I could say a word, this tall ebony-skinned thin tranny wet-dream grabbed me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt myself responding wildly. Things were tingling in my head. What the fuck was going on?
I withdrew my mouth from Randall's delicious sweet purple lips. I was speechless.
Joanne broke the silence, as Randall leaned over and retrieved the second cigarette from the ashtray.
"Louise, Ron. Meet 'Raquel'!"
I stuttered slightly, trying to respond. I truly was lost for words.
Randall, or Raquel, I should say, stood smiling at me.
Where do I start to describe Raquel/Randall?
Well first I have to say the transformation was stunning, I wouldn't have thought it possible. Randall had on a shiny purple wig, styled in a short straight bob, with a straight fringe. Joanne, well, I assume Joanne, had put on her husband's make-up perfectly. Raquel/Randall wore thickly penciled dark eyebrows, with eyelids shaded silver white, the light-colored eyeshadow spread also under Raquel's eyelids, contrasting with what I guessed were lush thick dark false eyebrows. The shiny purple lipstick I'd seen smeared on the filter tip of the second cigarette in the ashtray covered Raquel/Randall's full lips. God, I hadn't really taken in how thick Randall's lips were before now. I felt my dick starting to leak pre-cum onto the inside of my pants. I wanted those lips round my cock.
Clothes wise, Raquel/Randall wore a purple latex corset with three black buckles across the middle section. Covering Randall's smooth chest area completely, it stopped slightly below his navel where he'd slipped a gold- colored metal cock ring round his blood-filled erect cock and shaved balls.
Matching shiny thigh-length purple latex boots, with heels that made Raquel/Randall a good 5-inches taller than me, I'd had to lean upwards when we kissed, completed the outfit.
Well, not totally. I noticed that Raquel/Randall was wearing a sparkling rhinestone choker necklace, with the word 'WHORE' spelled out in the center.
Joanne broke the silence.
"Louise, I brought the stuff you left with me the other week at the mall, it's in the bathroom."
Louise said a quick thanks to Joanne, then headed to the now open bathroom door.
Joanne then turned to me, and waved her hand at the semi-circular couch.
"Ron. Let's have a seat and a drink, before we get down to business. Raquel, please get me another vodka, and get Ron here a Scotch."
I gulped, managed to stutter a yes.
"Here, Ron, sit to my left, you can sit between Raquel and me. But maybe first you'd like to undress?"
TO BE CONTINUED