Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 2
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After my unexpected encounter with Rudy, I drove home in a slightly confused state of mind. It wasn't that I hadn't enjoyed my first experience of gay sex with a man. Quite the opposite. I'd only done what I'd been thinking of doing for a couple of years but never plucked up the courage to do. It felt right. As I'd fucked Rudy I had thought not about cheating on my wife Louise, that hadn't entered my mind at all. The act itself had been so good. But afterwards, I had taken a lot of satisfaction in having ass- fucked Bill's boyfriend. Emotion had kicked in. After all, only the night before I'd caught that cunt Bill sucking my wife Louise's tits in his car. With his stiff dick poking out of his pants. As I drove homewards and replayed that scene in my mind I thought I remembered that Bill's dick had looked wet, shiny even. I dry swallowed at the thought that Louise had been sucking Bill's large tool before I'd interrupted them. I tried to put that thought right to the back of my mind.
When I got home, I opened the front door to see Louise sitting on our couch smoking a cigarette. I guess she'd started smoking again. Eight years without a cigarette as far as I knew. Now chain smoking. I'd lost that battle.
Louise was wearing a deep purple dress I couldn't quite remember, that nicely displayed her ample cleavage. She'd put make up on, and it looked like she'd had her dark hair styled. She looked good. Really good.
"Hi," I said nervously as I put my briefcase and car keys on the table by the wall. "I finished early".
"Yeah," Louise replied, "Drive home OK?"
I didn't mention I'd left work shortly after 1:30pm, or that I'd stopped off at Bill's house on the way home. And fucked a guy. And sucked cock for the first time in my life. Hungrily swallowed another guy's come. Glancing at my watch I could see it was nearly 4pm.
"Some traffic. Got caught up for a while", I replied. "Your hair looks nice," I added. "You look nice".
I meant it. Louise still pushed by buttons. I really didn't want our marriage to end.
"Yeah, I visited an old stylist earlier. He freshened up my hair", she added.
I poured myself a Scotch from the drinks cabinet. Gulped it down in one.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "I'm going to take a shower"
Louise stubbed out her cigarette then pretty much immediately lit another. I hadn't noticed before, when she'd been a regular smoker when we were younger. But with her full lips, and the way those lips pouted when she dragged on a cigarette, Louise looked very sexy when she smoked.
Looking at me directly, she spoke calmly but firmly, "Ron, take a shower, then we'll have THAT chat. OK?"
"Sure", I nodded, without being sure at all, and headed to the bathroom.
As I showered, I soaped my whole body furiously. As if I could remove all evidence of my intense gay fuck with Rudy. I paid particular attention to my cock and balls. Then I brushed my teeth, as if I could also remove any lingering remnants of Rudy's come from the inside of my mouth.
I finished and then threw on a pair of jogging pants and a gray t-shirt and headed back to the living room.
Louise was still sitting there smoking. I looked at the ashtray on the coffee table. There were at least 10 red lipstick ringed butts in there. I sat opposite Louise on the easy chair, I wasn't really sure if she wanted me next to her at this point. Sitting opposite gave us both some space.
Louise took the initiative and started speaking.
"Ron. I know we've had some issues the last 12 months. In the bedroom. First I want to apologize. Not for what happened last night, but for maybe taking you for granted sexually. I guess I tuned out of our love life a little. I knew of course you were in your computer room jerking off every night. Fuck, everyone's husband is doing it. But to be honest I didn't really care."
I listened in silence.
"Anyway, about two months ago Debbie was over and wanted to show me an internet offer for shoes she'd seen. That was when I discovered your peculiar interests. You hadn't tidied up on the home PC, I remember it being that day you'd got a 6am call to fill in for Mikey at a meeting in Stamford. I've thought since, maybe you wanted me to find out, maybe you just left the stuff open deliberately, but I see now it was probably a mistake you made"
Debbie was Louise's best friend. She'd been divorced for about a year. It had been a messy divorce and I'd kind of sided with Debbie's ex-husband, Jon, when it all unraveled. I hadn't talked much to Debbie since all the trouble. Debbie was a thin blonde, perky tits, they were a bit small for my taste but nicely shaped, nice legs, and she was definitely what you'd call attractive. There was a time I'd gone through a phase of jerking off thinking about fucking her. She'd left Jon for another guy, a cop, Canadian guy called Alain, but had since split up with him.
Louise took a deep pull on her cigarette, then looked down and flicked a piece of ash into the ashtray. I wondered where the glass ashtray had come from, I hadn't even been aware we owned one.
"Before that day, I never for one minute thought you were into guys, Ron. But I flicked through some of the pictures you'd been looking at, and then I found pages and pages of your online chats. Mostly you and other guys saying what you'd like to do to each other's cocks. I flipped a bit, but I kept my cool, I thought it was better to say nothing. I decided to keep it to myself. Until the right time came to talk about it."
I broke into Louise's monologue.
"Louise, I, it, ... I mean, it was just playing, fooling around. I never ever did anything in real life. I jerked off, the guy on the other end of the chat, he jerked off. It was stupid of me. I felt like if it wasn't another woman... I was curious."
Until today, I suddenly thought. When my curiosity got the better of me.
Louise finished her cigarette and stubbed it out. She immediately pulled another one out of her pack of Marlboros, and lit up, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.
"I knew you hadn't met anyone. I checked your emails. If you'd gone as far as meeting we'd have been over, I'd have finished with you that day".
I inwardly gulped. Another stare from Louise, then another deep drag on her Marlboro.
"Ron. Last night. The thing with Bill. I was getting back at you. Bill and me, we never fucked, in fact last night's fumble was it. I was drunk, I felt I needed to feel like a woman, like I used to feel, and I saw it as a challenge, what with Bill being gay and everything. I won't lie, I was so happy when I got him hard. It got me so wet, you saw afterwards how wet. I could hear the sounds coming from my cunny as you fucked me from behind. Anyway, Bill said he hadn't been with a woman since his teens. Said he didn't think he could react. Get aroused, even if a woman, even if I, sucked his cock"
My mouth opened in shock.
"Louise, you're fucking, kid ..."
"Ron! Let me finish". Louise sharply.
I stopped talking.
"Ron, I want to tell you. I only sucked Bill's cock for a couple of minutes. And he got VERY hard. I wasn't going to fuck him though, that was never on the agenda"
I must admit to being the jealous type. I suddenly felt a little dead inside. I was too stunned to even scream and shout. What was happening to me?
Louise quickly interrupted my thoughts.
"I've talked with other girls. Debbie. Joanne from kindergarten, Marie who does my nails, Valerie from across the street. All of them, they all have the same story as me. Their husbands watch porn, secretly they think, then want to recreate the movie scenes that they jerk off over. It starts with the lingerie. Check! That time you came home with the Victoria's Secret stuff. Titty fuck. Check! Although I don't blame you for that. Even if I say it myself I have a very tasty rack. Lotta guys tell me you know?"
I cringed again. Who fucking told her they liked her tits? Any of our friends? Fuck me. What was going on in my life I missed all this shit? Maybe I should have paid more attention?
Louise continued.
"Then it's demands for anal, at least you didn't go that far, I'd told you never to ask for that again. Fuck, it's always anal. Debbie had barely dumped Jon when all it seemed she was good for was anal sex. It got so Alain would only do her in the ass. You know, us girls probably think you guys are all secretly faggots. Then, there's the facial. Check! I always laugh when it gets to the 'He wanted to come on my face part', fuck we've all had it. You guys are so fucking predictable. And you know, in a way you're so fucking unimaginative. Like you can only copy what you see on your computers. The holy trinity of porn - blow job, pussy fuck, ass fuck. And who the fuck would want to pull out of a tight pussy or ass to spray come on our faces? I never EVER get that part. Fuck, sometimes I wonder how we put up with men. If it wasn't for your cocks. Your lovely cocks! Oh Jesus"
Louise laughed, took another inhale, flicked a drooping piece of ash into the ashtray in front of her.
"Then the other stuff. I was always waiting for you to suggest a threesome, Ron. Like the other girl's husbands did. I really thought you would. Especially when Debbie got dumped by Alain. I was fucking waiting for you to suggest it, but I guess with the fall-out after her dumping Jon, you stopped lusting after her"
I started to respond, but as Louise took another pull on her cigarette, another stare told me to keep silent.
"Like I didn't fucking know, Ron. Come on! Am I stupid? Anyway, I'd always imagined you'd want to fuck 2 girls, like it would be your sexual dream. After your not-so-secret porn habit developed, I was always waiting for it to come up. Debbie was the obvious choice for the 'trois' in the menage-a- trois"
Again, I felt there was nothing I could say.
Louise took a final drag on her Marlboro, then crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray.
"Anyway, I want you to know how I felt, Ron. How I feel. But I'm not giving up. I want to give us a chance to start again. Last night I wanted to be a slut. When you fucked me I wanted to feel so dirty. After all I'd sucked another guy's cock like 20 minutes before you semi-raped me. So. Tomorrow night we'll fuck like we used to when we couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. We'll make it a new start. If you want to?"
Louise paused. I nodded to her to carry on.
"We'll start by both agreeing to take care of each other's sexual needs. I'll stop thinking of it less as a 'duty fuck'. You actually take time and ask me what I want. Sometimes I might want to be treated like a slut, or sometimes I might want to take control. You know Ron, before we met, every fuck I ever had ended up with a cigarette after. Now, I respect you're a non-smoker, but if I feel the need, you'll let me smoke in bed after we fuck. I hope. Sometimes there will be things you want to do, to feel. You need to tell me. We need to agree. Right? Agree?"
I felt totally mixed up. But as I'd just an hour before technically cheated on Louise with a guy, and not any guy, Bill's boyfriend Rudy in fact, in my mind we were even. And I wasn't ready for a divorce.
"OK, Louise, let's do it" I replied. "I'm sorry. Let's try and work this out"
The next morning, we arrived at the Red Gables Country Club around noon. I'd slept on the couch again on Friday night and woken up early and prepared the car for the ride up. During the drive, Louise had held my hand a couple of times. I decided to try and forget what had happened between us, think ahead. I also told myself no more porn.
The day was hot. We checked in and went up to our room. We had a small room on the first story with a view of the 18th fairway. Louise had booked herself a couple of treatments, a hot stone massage, and a wax. I decided that I'd go to the club gym while Louise did her things. New regime, and all that. I hadn't even brought my clubs.
The room window was open, and we could hear talking from the balcony next to us. After unpacking the few things we'd brought, the night before Louise had told me we'd be doing dinner in the formal restaurant so to bring something smart to wear, we both sat on the bed.
I found it impossible to keep my hands off of Louise. I started by kissing her neck, then delicately squeezed her tits. She let out a quiet "Ah", as I nibbled lightly on her ear lobe. Louise reached inside my thigh and squeezed my cock and balls. We French kissed deeply. I was extremely aroused.
Louise pulled back. Then whispered.
"Ron, close the window, I don't want anyone listening in"
I quickly took 3 steps to the window. The talking and laughing from the next-door suite, which was bigger than the room Louise had got on our last- minute booking, we didn't have a balcony, was very clear. I acknowledged Louise was right, we needed at least a degree of privacy. And if Louise was as hot as she used to get before the kids came along I knew she could be a very loud cummer. Even with the window closed, the guests next door might hear our lovemaking.
I pushed down.
Nothing!
I looked to see if there was a switch, a lever, or something holding the window open.
Nothing!
Fuck. I turned to Louise. Quietly, I spoke.
"Baby, I might need some help"
Louise got up and checked the window set-up. We both pushed down, Louise from the left side, me from the right. It was stuck. Louise looked at me.
"Ron, I've got the hot stones in 30 minutes. We'll do this later, I'm sorry, but I feel so hot and I really don't think I can do this quietly, and with the time pressure ... I'm sorry"
She walked back to the bedside table, popped a Marlboro in her mouth and inhaled deeply as she lit her cigarette with her red plastic lighter.
I couldn't really argue with Louise's logic. Most of Louise's 'duty fucks' with me were done in complete silence in case we woke the kids in the next room. Like Louise, I wanted this to be different. Better. I wanted to feel what I used to feel when Louise and I had sex. Fuck, I wanted to feel what I'd felt just the day before when I'd fucked Rudy's asshole. I couldn't quite get that out of my head.
"OK, honey. Before I go to the gym I'll ask for maintenance to fix it before we get back to the room".
After getting ready and heading downstairs, we departed near reception with a swift kiss. Louise went to her massage appointment, I headed to the reception desk. It was there I discovered that maintenance, "maintenance" being one guy called Ricardo, had called in sick that morning. And there were no other available rooms.
"At least with the hot weather you won't get too cold tonight", the gum- chewing girl on reception helpfully added as I left in a bad mood.
What to do? I decided I'd hit the gym anyway, then I'd discuss with Louise when we met after her appointments. We'd arranged to meet by the pool at 4pm. The club had a really good poolside bar, and whenever we visited Red Gables, Louise would insist on having at least one Red Gables Colada by the pool. Mixed frozen crushed berries, coconut milk, and just the right, make that large, amount of premium liquor. After one of those everything in the world usually felt a bit better.
The gym was busy but not packed. I started slowly. Exercise bike, then treadmill. As I took a drink after the treadmill I noticed a guy who looked familiar. Around 25 I thought, swarthy, possibly Italian, long dark hair and a fit lean body. Fuck, I thought to myself, is this my "type"? The type of guy I found hot? I told myself not to think like that, this was a new start for Louise and me. As I walked to a rowing machine, I glanced over and the guy looked back at me, smiled and nodded, mouthed "Hi". I gulped. He did look familiar, but I couldn't remember from where. As I started rowing, I forced myself to put the guy out of my mind. Which was more difficult than it should have been.
When I finished exercising, I noticed that the handsome Italian looking guy was nowhere to be seen. 3:55pm, I needed to shower and change. Fuck. I quickly made my way back upstairs. I decided I'd be less late for my 4pm date with Louise if I showered and dressed in our room rather than the gym showers.
After a quick shower, I got changed into flannel shorts, deck shoes and a light green polo shirt. I tried the window again. Still jammed open. I looked at my watch, 10 after 4. I hurried downstairs.
When I got to the pool area I could see Louise sitting at the covered bar off to the right of the pool. She had her dark hair tied up, and was wearing a long dark green Japanese style wrap with what I assumed must be her swimming costume underneath. She looked very good. When she glanced over she saw me and waved. I could see Louise was talking to someone, a guy, but she was in the shade and he had his back to me. Louise leaned towards him as the guy raised a lighter to her unlit Marlboro. I upped the pace as I walked over.
"Hi honey", Louise pointed to a condensation covered glass full of red liquid as I arrived. "Your drink, it's still cold and good to go", she smiled.
The guy who Louise was talking to turned around. Then my heart stopped. Fuck, it was the Italian looking guy from the gym. He was wearing a loose light blue t-shirt, baggy dark blue swimming trunks, and white trainers with no socks on his feet. Close-up he looked even handsomer than when I saw him in the gym. Slightly aquiline nose. Beautiful olive tanned complexion. I thought I'd guessed right earlier, definitely from an Italian background.
"Ron, you remember Fabio, right? He used to do my hair when he worked at the salon near Jackson Street Mall."
"Hi", said Fabio, as he pushed out his hand towards me.
I shook the hand offered. I felt Fabio let his hand linger just half a second too long.
"Hi" I managed to say after an awkward couple of seconds. I still looked a little confused. Fabio looked vaguely familiar.
"I used to remember you waiting for Louise in the bar next to the salon", said Fabio. "Not a lot of guys wait IN the salon. Too boring. Especially with a Sports bar right next door. At least you remembered to come back and pick her up! Even if it was a tight game"
Fabio and Louise laughed. I joined in, a little awkwardly. I started to remember. Fuck, I was sure I'd made a few comments to Louise about her "fag" hairdresser at the time. Shit, it was coming back. I remembered Fabio now. His hair was a lot shorter then.
Louise played with her cigarette, circling the tip in the ashtray on the bar.
She spoke next.
"Ron, once you finish your drink. Well, I was explaining to Fabio about the window in our room. He says he'll help you get it down"
"Sure, no problem helping", Fabio interjected. "Don't want a romantic getaway spoiled by a room malfunction, right Ron?"
I couldn't really say no. I felt a little awkward, but in the spirit of not wanting to dampen the mood in front of Louise, I smiled. I don't know if I was jealous of Louise talking to this guy, or if I was nervous because Fabio turned me on. I was a little uncomfortable.
I managed to sound convivial when I spoke.
"Sure. Let me get this drink down me, and we'll give it a try. Haven't been to the gym in a while, so I need this drink".
Ten minutes later having quickly consumed my cold cocktail, I squeezed Louise's hand. "Time to fix the window I guess".
Fabio put his hand on my back. Again I felt Fabio lingered half a second too long. "OK, lead the way, Ron, let's get this done"
My heart skipped a beat. Was I reading things correctly, or just misreading things totally in my confused sexual state. My cock actually stiffened a little.
Louise lit another cigarette as Fabio and I got ready to leave.
"Ron, I'll lie over there by the pool for 30 minutes. Then I'll come up, shower, and get ready for dinner. If you're both quick, you catch up with me back down here, or otherwise Ron, I'll see you in the room at five. Hopefully you guys can get that window closed!".
Louise smiled at me, and I caught her meaning.
As we walked up to the room, it was mainly Fabio who talked. He mentioned what a great wife I had, and how he'd never married. He now owned his own salon across town from where he used to work when Louise had been a "client". He mentioned he was 32. I'd have taken him to be at least 5 or 6 years younger.
We went straight to the offending window when we entered the room. Fabio squatted and took a look carefully from below. As I stood just a few inches behind the back of his head, more blood flowed into by now semi hard cock. Shit, what was happening to me?
Fabio stood up, and nearly bumped into my hardon as I pulled swiftly back.
"Ron, squeeze to the side of me. I'm going to pull the window inwards. When I do that push it up an inch, if the window loosens and goes up slightly, I reckon we've got the bastard!"
Fabio stood to the left of the window. With his right hand, he pulled the window in towards the room from the bottom. I slid next to him, this time there was no avoiding touching him. My hip caught the front of Fabio's swimming trunks. Was I imagining things, or was Fabio stiff?
"Up an inch, Ron", Fabio directed.
I edged the window up, felt it jerk upwards an inch or two, a definite movement. Fabio let his hand go.
"Pull it down, Ron, that should be it"
I placed both hands on the window, pushed down. With an unseemly squeak, the window closed.
"Ta da!", Fabio shouted triumphantly.
As I stepped back from the window, I once again caught Fabio slightly, and this time there was no mistaking it. I definitely felt a firm boner in the front of Fabio's trunks. And it felt like a big one.
I blushed slightly. I myself was now rock hard.
"I don't know how to thank you Fabio, you've saved my night"
Fabio just smiled at me.
"Ron, how about by way of thanks you let me suck that hard cock of yours?"
I gasped as Fabio put his right hand forward and squeezed my crotch. I could actually feel the pre-cum oozing out of my dick as he expertly grasped my shaft.
"I, I, ... Louise,..." I stammered.
"We have time, Ron. I'm a very good cocksucker. And I think you want this to happen, right?"
Fabio popped the button at the top of my shorts, then deftly slid my shorts zipper down. Unconsciously my own right hand went to the front of Fabio's trunks. I almost stopped breathing as I felt what had to be a massive, and I mean MASSIVE, stiff cock inside.
Fabio smiled, "10-inches hard, Ron. Wait 'til you see it."
Fabio grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, as I simultaneously pulled my shorts and boxers down. I kept my deck shoes on as I was still slightly conscious of needing to get back to Louise by the pool. Fabio guided me to the bed with his hand on my waist, the back of my raging hardon exquisitely rubbing against the back of his hand and wrist as we moved and flopped down on the bed sideways.
Fabio then removed his shorts completely. FUCK! I'd never seen anything like this in the flesh. Fabio hadn't been lying. He had a porn stud 10 inch, thick, cut cock. I wondered if I'd even be able to get it in my mouth.
Before I could say anything, Fabio leaned into my groin and without touching my prick with his hands almost swallowed me whole. Christ, I thought I was going to come on the spot. This was amazing, he sucked cock like a pro. I suddenly thought that maybe it was true what they said, that guys sucked cock better than girls. It certainly felt like it right now as Fabio bobbed his head back and forward, his wet mouth tight on my shaft.
I put my hand on the base of Fabio's back. Tapped lightly. Fabio removed his mouth from my shaft.
Before I could say anything, Fabio spoke quickly.
"Sixty-nine Ron? Right?"
All I could do was nod. Fabio smiled, I slid more into the center of the bed, as Fabio repositioned himself on top of me.
"Don't eat it all at once", Fabio laughed as he moved his legs either side of my face. His giant stiff cock was now an inch from my mouth as Fabio started to suck me again. I let out a deep "Aaaahhhhhh!"
Fabio's balls slapped against my nose. I instinctively stuck out my tongue, started to lick and suck Fabio's hairy ball sack.
Fabio groaned. It turned me on so much more.
Then I squeezed my back and neck deeper into the mattress, edged upwards and let myself go, taking the massive head of this giant cock into my mouth.
"Uuuugghn!", I heard Fabio grunt from my own cock region.
FUCK! I had to open my mouth very wide to accommodate this "thing" in my mouth. It felt like it was almost double the size of Rudy's cock, which only less than 24 hours ago, had been the first cock I had sucked in my life. Jesus, it hit me, that had only been yesterday. As the underside of Fabio's cock pressed against my palate, I felt his almost foot long shaft bend in the middle, and his balls now slapped against my eyelids which I quickly closed as I sucked for all I was worth.
I heard a loud click. Fabio suddenly pulled my cock back out of his mouth.
"Oooops!", I heard Fabio say from my position on my back with his monster cock still in my face.
As Fabio maneuvered off me, I looked round in horror. Louise was standing there. A red colada in a plastic cup in her hand.
Before I could say anything, Louise shushed me with her finger tip.
"OK, so it looks like you guys started without me!"
I could only stare in confusion. As Louise removed her dark green kimono and let it slip to the floor I looked stunned as she moved her naked body towards where Fabio and I were on the bed.
"OK boys, let's get this party started properly"
TO BE CONTINUED