Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 147
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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As we approached the end of May, things between Louise started to get less comfortable.
One Friday night, we'd eaten dinner and were sitting in the living room having a glass of wine. Louise started a conversation. She sounded a little nervous.
"Ron, I'm going to be busy next week. I have viewings on three afternoons. And.." Louise hesitated as she lit a cigarette, "I also have some photoshoots."
"Oh," I replied.
"You know, model sessions. The Monday shoot is daytime. That one's OK. But the other one is next Wednesday, and it's in the evening. Can you home office that day? Get the boys?"
"Sure," I replied.
Half an hour later we went to bed. Louise and I fucked.
Louise was vocal again, 'talking dirty', telling me to 'fuck her like a slut', stuff like that. Sure, it was better than a 'Duty Fuck'. But. Well, I couldn't work out why it always had to be one or the other these days.
And I was too chickenshit to ask.
==
The following Wednesday things got even less friendly between us. Louise came home around 10pm.
She came in dragging her roller trolley behind her, closed the front door, and asked me to get her a drink. When I came back into the living room, I handed Louise a glass of wine. Then I sat down next to her on the couch.
Louise took a drink and said, "Thanks."
"What's in the case?" I asked.
"Oh, just stuff I wore for the photo shoot."
"I thought they provided the clothes?"
"Not this time," Louise answered.
"Oh? So, what were you wearing?"
"Why don't you open it and see? Go on," Louise replied, lighting a Marlboro, then taking a very deep pull, before blowing a large plume of blue-ish smoke towards the ceiling.
Louise seemed a little on edge. It looked to me like she'd been drinking. My first thought was that I hoped her drive home hadn't been a long one. I stood up and walked over and opened the case.
There was a pair of jeans, a white short sleeved or I guess it was a sleeveless top, a loose black top, looked like it would show a lot of flesh when it was on, a short black dress, and a heavily ripped low-cut Ramones t-shirt I'd never seen before. I also saw several pairs of stockings, in various colors and styles, some still in their packs, a suspender belt, a peach/pink striped bikini I hadn't seen before, a black and pink one-piece 'something', I don't know how to describe it, like a bra connected to a pair of panties, a black corset, I guess that's what you'd call it, and a big dark-green leather make-up bag. There were traces of white powder visible on the make-up bag and on the black top. The rest of the stuff in the case included a selection of high heeled shoes, a black pair of sandals, and then at the bottom of the case, Louise's shiny gold vibrator.
I looked over at Louise.
"What kind of shoot was this?"
"It was an audition."
"Audition?"
"Yes, an audition."
"What the fuck is an audition?"
"You know, an audition." Louise took another deep drag on her cigarette.
I told myself to stay calm. Louise was already annoying me.
"With Carmella?"
"No. You don't know them. You don't know the photographer, I mean."
"But the stuff, the clo.."
"Yes, Ron, it was 'glamor'. I needed a glamor section in my portfolio. It was missing. A lot of the models have them, most of them actually. So, I decided to get it done. The setup, well, the photographer also gets to use the photos in their portfolio, so it was free. If it comes out good, I'll be added to their books, which is why I said it was an audition. Could lead to a lot more work. The photo agency can get me jobs. Like more underwear modelling."
"But Louise .."
"Ron, I was going to tell you. When I get the pictures, I'll obviously show them to you. Like I always do. Like you always make me do."
"Louise, I'm not happy .."
"Ron. I can make semi-decent money doing the online catalog shots. I do make semi-decent money. I can make more money doing, well, more 'adult- oriented' photo sessions. And I'm not exactly moving a lot of properties at the moment."
"Really? Really, Louise? I don't give a shit about the money. And I REALLY don't like the idea of.. I thought YOU didn't like the idea. That kind of.. eh, the more adult.."
"Ron, don't give me that bullshit, your ex-girlfriend, Donna, is a fucking pornstar. Anyway, this is nothing like that."
"I thought we agreed we didn't discuss the past? That past?"
"Whatever, Ron. Whatever. I suppose you're right. Don't talk about it. Pretend none of that shit happened. Fuck, Ron, I don't know why you're so uptight. This was basically an underwear shoot, like the one I showed you before. OK, then some topless shots. A couple more risque poses. You know, the kind of photos guys like. Well, straight guys."
Fuck you, Louise, I thought, but managed to stop myself saying. If we went full-on fight mode Louise would just disengage.
I breathed out a heavy sigh.
"Shit, Louise. I didn't agree to this."
"I didn't fucking ask you Ron. I don't need your permission for anything. You don't fucking own me!"
"Louise, this is bullshit! You're my wife .. I.."
"Fuck off, Ron! Suddenly you're all the prude. It's not like we're total fucking virgins."
"Louise, what the fuck is going .."
"Ron! Stop! Let's not argue. Not tonight. I'll show you the pictures when they've been uploaded to my portfolio page. OK? And .. How about when I finish this cigarette, I go upstairs, put one of those outfits on, and you can see if you like how I look in it?"
"Louise.."
"Fuck it, Ron. OK, I'll just come out and say it. I'm feeling horny. VERY horny. Go upstairs and just wait five minutes, willya. Then I'm all yours."
I sighed again and walked upstairs.
==
Louise put a suspender belt and a pair of dark green stockings on, a pair of shiny green heels even, touched up her makeup, and joined me on the bed.
I was annoyed, but I was now VERY turned on, so I jumped on top of Louise and immediately penetrated her. She was very wet, and my cock easily slid into her cunt.
As I fucked Louise, I manhandled her massive titties, and before long, Louise started her dirty talk routine.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm a slut! A dirty fucking slut! Do me like you've just picked me up in a bar. FUCK ME! Fill my slutty cunt full of cum you fucking bastard! No, wait, when you do, I want you to CUM ON MY TITS!"
Once again, I found myself wondering why Louise was acting like this. But, as she'd demanded, I fucked her hard and before too long I filled her 'slutty cunt full of cum'. Then, remembering what else Louise had said, I pulled out and climbed up on top of Louise before wiping my slimy dick clean on her titties. I then watched as Louise tongued up the residue of my sperm from her crinkled nipples before I headed to the bathroom as she lit a post-coital cigarette.
==
I think I mentioned a while back that I managed to meet with young Ryan, the cute trainee hairdresser, a couple of times after our initial 'first date'.
For our second meeting, it was kind of spontaneous. I decided to contact him the day after the 'argument' with Louise over the direction her so- called 'modeling career' was heading.
I was in luck. He got back to me quickly. He said he was available, but only if I could meet him at Saxon Woods Park. Early evening, the following Monday night. Monday night worked because Louise had told me she was doing a clothes shoot in some clothes store, or boutique, or whatever, after it closed, and the boys were going to be at her mom's.
I was pissed with Louise, and remembering how good the sex was with Ryan when I'd visited his apartment, I didn't hesitate to agree to meet with him.
I thought Saxon Woods Park was a bit out of his way, but he explained he'd used it as an outdoor meeting site a few times. He gave me directions to a parking lot next to the currently out-of-action outdoor swimming pool (it didn't open until late June, and we were now in the last week in May) and told me to be there at 7:30pm.
He'd said he'd be in the parking lot in a white 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo. I had to do a google search to remind myself what a 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo looked like. It looked like a white Jeep.
==
When I got to the parking lot, I saw around four or five cars parked, one of which was an older white Jeep, not exactly in tiptop condition. For some reason, and I don't know why, I didn't park immediately next to Ryan's car. I drove to the end of the row, about four spots further on, then parked.
I looked over and saw Ryan get out of his car. I got out of my own vehicle and walked over.
"Hi, Pete," Ryan smiled.
"Hi, Ryan," I replied.
"Follow me. This path here, it takes us to a more private spot. We hang about too long, somebody will get out one of those cars over there and ask if they can watch us. Or worse, ask to join in. Come on, this way. Quick!"
I followed Ryan down a pathway that led to an area lined with some trees. He was dressed like he was going for a hike. He had on a pair of khaki- colored shorts, a light-blue sports-type windcheater over a white T-shirt, and a pair of hiking boots with woolen socks poking out of the tops of them. He also had a small backpack slung over his right shoulder.
I looked a lot less like a hiker in my work chinos, polo shirt, and short jacket.
"This is a good time," Ryan told me as we walked along the path side by side. "Sun's about to set, maybe a half-hour, so where we go, it's nicely secluded and shaded, but not too dark. But it's hidden enough for us not to be seen by anybody walking along this path. If there's already action going on at my usual spot, there's another place further back the way. I doubt there will be this early. Get's more busy later. This place is well known. One word of advice, if you ever come back here, don't engage with any strangers in the parking lot. Not unless you've arranged to meet them in advance. I mean, online, or phone. There are some real fucking weirdoes come here. I could tell you some stories."
We walked about another three or four minutes, then Ryan led me off the track and through a gap between a couple of thick bushes. The area behind the bushes was clear, but there was a bunch of younger trees maybe ten yards further on. I assumed we were headed there. I assumed right.
Ryan led me through between the first set of young trees. We were now in a small circular grassy area with two or three of older trees backing onto it. Behind the trees I could make out a high fence. The spot was well secluded.
Ryan walked over and stopped next to a very old, what I guessed was an Oak tree. Shit, I know nothing about trees. Some kind of big fucking tree.
"OK, Pete. Sorry, but tonight, it needs to be quick. We wouldn't want to be disturbed by any regular citizens. If any would actually come out here. And like I said, there will have been at least one watcher in the parking lot, and they may have followed us. It happens sometimes. I don't mind people watching personally, well, at least I didn't used to, but these days, every fucker with a phone thinks they're like a fucking porn movie director, and that I do mind. I don't want to end up on xhamster. OK, come over here, let's do it like this."
Ryan undid his shorts and let them fall to the grassy floor. Nothing underneath. And shit, he was fucking hard already.
I walked over close to Ryan intending to suck his beautiful dick, but before I could make a move, Ryan must have read my mind.
"Pete, just fuck me. I'm already lubed. If we meet at my apartment again, and just so you know, I'd like that, we can be more, you know, well, we can take our time. But now, tonight, I just need you to fuck my ass. Hard. And don't hold back. Really go for it!"
Ryan turned towards the thick trunk of the old oak tree and put his hands on the gnarled bumpy surface. Then he carefully spread his legs.
"I fucking love it standing up! And outdoors, doing it outdoors is so fucking hot! Come on, Pete, do me! Breed my ass!"
I walked over and unfastened my pants. I pulled the open front of my pants to one side and freed my cock and balls. I was semi-hard.
I held my cock and slowly rubbed it over the smooth skin of Ryan's butt cheeks. It didn't take me long to get fully erect. Ryan's ass was perfect.
I then got my cock in position and lowered my waist a little. I placed the tip of my penis against Ryan's lubricated butthole and pushed up and in.
"Ooooooooooooh," I sighed as my cock slid deep into Ryan's ass.
"Oh, Pete, yes, that's it. OK, Fuck me. Fuck me hard and breed my ass! Do it! Fill my ass with your cum!"
I start pumping, grunting on each thrust, as Ryan emitted corresponding quiet high-pitched whimpers.
I then dropped my knees a couple more inches for maximum torque. I kept banging away, my balls slapping against Ryan's ass flesh as they flopped about.
I soon noticed that while I was fucking his ass, Ryan was frantically pumping his dick with his right hand. This was incredibly arousing, and by that point, I knew I wouldn't last long.
"OHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUHHH!" I gasped as I came, waves of pleasure rippling deep into my loins.
"Keep going Pete, keep going!" Ryan almost squealed, "Uuuuhh, uuuhh, uuuh! YESSSSSS! Oh fuck, YESSS! Fuck!"
I felt Ryan's ass pulsate, and relaxed as its twitches drained the last remaining seed from the tip of my dick.
I stayed still for a few seconds. Ryan relaxed. I waited maybe five seconds and pulled my dick out of Ryan's slimy shitter.
I took a couple of steps back, allowing Ryan to turn around. I saw that he'd come.
I didn't hesitate this time, swiftly bending down so that I could suck up every last drop of cum for Ryan's softening dick. I even thought about licking up the slick wet patch of Ryan's cum smeared on the tree bark, but I decided that might not be a great idea. Unless I wanted to explain how I'd got splinters in my tongue at the doctors the next day.
==
When we cleaned up, and we headed back to the parking lot, Ryan took us back a different route. He stopped suddenly.
"Pete, here. Quiet. Look!" he whispered.
In another small clearing I watched as a naked fat blonde woman with huge floppy tits bounced up and down on a guy's cock. He was lying underneath her on a camping blanket. Above them three other guys were jerking off, taking it in turns to fuck the woman's mouth. Another a guy a few feet away was filming it all on his phone.
"OK, Pete. Let's get out of here."
TO BE CONTINUED