Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 21
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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I decided to shower and get organized before looking at my messages. I wasn't going to read Louise's messages until I'd freshened up. I was actually a little scared of what I would find.
I took a shower, shaving while I was in there, and cleaned all of traces of Janice from my body. I hadn't taken a number from her or anything. It would stay a one night stand as far as I was concerned. Although the sex with her had been tremendous.
I dried off partially, then I sat down on the bed and opened a can of Coke. Hardly the breakfast drink of champions but, hey ho, I had a sub-hangover thirst going on.
OK, let's get it done.
I was nervous as I opened the first of Louise's messages.
11:07PM - a picture message with accompanying text. 'quiet night here I tried but no action anyway I think you'll like this'
Louise and Shawna looking at the camera, both dressed. Cigarettes clamped between their lips. Both taking deep hands-free drags, the tips of their cigarettes glowing orange. Louise's pull strong enough to point the tip of her Marlboro upwards towards the ceiling.
11:08PM - text only. 'I know how much smoking turns you on. You pervert LOL'
11:10PM - another text, a longer message. 'Ricky came over. Shawna didn't want to play. Says on her period. I don't believe her. She also said did not want to do anything minus you. Big CRUSH!'
11:11PM - 'I am not jealous. But Shawna situation concerns me. We will talk. Hope you are having fun. I guess with yr phone off, you ARE!!'
11:12PM - another picture message with text. 'lonely Louise. my lover for tonite LOL!! Miss you so much.'
A shiny Gold vibrator, package underneath on the coffee table, Louise's finger tips in view.
11:12PM - text. 'my mail order lover. Arrived today! Trying it in bedroom in a few minutes'
11:26PM - final picture message. No accompanying text.
Louise taking a top down photo. The vibrator pointed at her cunt. All I could really see was the shaft of the vibro, the tip was obscured by Louise's erect left nipple, and a close up of Louise's upside down pubic mound.
I took a deep drink of Coke (Fuck you Pepsi and your electric trucks! OK, I'm competitive). So Louise hadn't fucked Ricky? From the messages it seemed that way. I wondered if I should call home now, or wait until after lunch. I took the easy option. Wait.
I typed in a short text. 'Just up. Will call your cell after 1pm before I start drive home'
I gathered my things and headed down to reception to check out. We'd been told we could leave our luggage in the cloakroom attached to the Williams Room where we'd hold the last morning session.
The morning session dragged, which I guess was no fucking surprise after last night's extra-curricular activities. We had a multiple choice test to take on the computers in the room. Then a printing of the Course completion certificates. Everyone passed. For an eleven hundred buck course fee, of course we did.
On our one and only coffee break I spoke briefly to Rob to thank him for last night. He mentioned that Janice had decided to skip her early session, and he imagined that Amy and her would have had some more fun upstairs. He accompanied this last statement with a wink.
Later on, Mike also caught up with me as we tidied away at the end of the session as everyone was preparing to leave.
"Ron, I just sent you an email. There's a zipfile attached with some pics for you and Louise. They're not from my public gallery if you catch my drift. I think Louise will like them. I haven't posted the pics I took of you. I'll email you those separately"
Carlos and Luther walked by and said goodbye. After we wished them a safe trip home, Mike smiled.
"So, my trip to your place, I have to admit I'm looking forward to it'.
I mentioned I'd send Mike driving directions via email.
Mike then described his tryst with Kathryn. Turned out she was a simple 'three course dinner type gal'. Blowjob entree, missionary cunt fuck main, switch to doggie, then she directed Mike to slam her ass for dessert.
Mike also mentioned he'd briefly knocked on my door after he and Kathryn had finished. But I was either sleeping, quietly fucking Janice, or I was 'out'.
I wondered if the truth or a lie was the appropriate response. I decided I'd go half-way, and said I'd spent the night with Janice. I didn't elaborate further.
Mike seemed tuned in enough though, saying he wouldn't mention anything to Louise next week about any of the second night's shenanigans. Although he mentioned the photo set he'd emailed me had one of him and Kathryn in it.
Mike then bade me a farewell. He said he had to pick up some books from Jim before driving home.
I called Louise's cell once I hit the freeway. She picked up after four rings, I was actually about to hang up.
"Hi, baby". Louise seemed happy enough, if her voice was anything to go by.
"I'm at work. Luckily I'm on a smoke break"
"Yeah, sorry about not calling earlier", I said. "How's things?"
I could hear Louise taking an inhale on her cigarette. That soft 'tut' sound as the cigarette left her lips next to the phone mic.
"I can't go into details now, baby. But nothing doing for me last night. Shawna, shit. I'll explain later. I think maybe you need to talk to her. I think the girl thinks she can steal my man"
My heart skipped a beat.
"We doing anything tonight?", I asked.
I wasn't thinking about anything unusual. But you never knew with Louise these days. I had this feeling that I really needed to fuck Louise. My wife. A normal two-people-in-love fuck. To make her the most recent woman I'd fucked.
I always couldn't wait to fuck Louise after she'd been fucked by another guy. Like some primal feeling buried deep in my psyche, like the act of coitus between us would make her 'mine' again. But I realized that was also true when I fucked another woman. Like it was programmed into me, that I had to give myself to my mate. I had to accept it somehow. Louise was the only REAL one for me.
"Well, Ron, I'm having a drink after work"
I hesitated. Five seconds, I didn't respond.
Louise carried on.
"It's Rosa's 25th Birthday. You know, the really small Latina girl, Rosa Rosario. She mans the front desk, damn, 'persons' the front desk, whatever it is these days, she does the switchboard. She was at Bill's cookout. Remember?"
I thought back. Yes. Very short Hispanic girl. Very petite, but with a proportionally decent rack. She was an attractive girl, but too small to be my type. I remembered her. She'd been dressed quite provocatively. If you were into teen types, she'd be your kind of girl.
"Leather pants?" I asked.
"Haha, Ron! I knew you'd remember. Yes, the girl in the tight leather pants with her little round boobs popping out of an uplift bra under that black lace top. I'm pretty sure she got a couple of fucks that day. That's the rumor anyway. Clyde was one of the lucky guys, I heard".
Clyde was Bill's office security guard. Fuck, realtors these days needed to hire security guards. But in terms of office security, I couldn't blame Bill. Louise told me once of an irate ex-husband turning up and causing a scene over a property his ex-wife had (legally) sold through Bill. They'd needed Clyde that day. The thought of Clyde, who was a 6 foot something African American ex-soldier, pouring the pork to Rosa, so to speak, was an interesting one.
Louise continued.
"Back to last night. Shawna said she wasn't comfortable without you being around, Ron. The girl obviously has some kind of feelings for you. I'm 100% sure now. She told me when Ricky went to the bathroom that she had her period. I didn't believe that for a minute".
I decided that now was the time to mention that a woman had hit on me at the hotel bar. I kept it simple and to the point.
"I took you at your word, Louise. I fucked her".
Louise paused. That little 'tut' sound as she drew on her cigarette. An audible exhale.
"Tell me all about it later, honey. Anyway, I have to go soon. Client coming in at 2. Do anything with your friend Mike?"
"No. Mike also got lucky with a girl. He went to her room."
"OK, Ron. I'm looking forward to meeting Mike. One second honey, let me put this out, I've got one last thing to tell you"
I waited.
"The kids are staying over at my mom and dad's, Ron. I'm aiming to be home by 11 after drinks with Rosa. I'm going to get a cab, mom dropped me at work earlier. Anyway, there's stuff in the freezer for your supper. Those chicken tenders you like from Costco. There's frozen Burritos, and some ready meals. You've got plenty, or order in a Pizza. Anyway, you'll have company. Vernon's split with Jackie, and he's back at mom and dad's temporarily. I told him to come over and have a beer with you. 8pm"
Right, I thought. Shit, Vernon and Jackie splitting up. Fuck, this was major.
Vernon was Louise's younger brother. He was two years younger than Louise. I'd got on well with Vernon when I first started dating Louise. In fact, he'd kind of looked up to me as some kind of big brother figure.
One summer not long after I'd started dating Louise, we'd spent a few weeks together when Louise's parents had gone on vacation to Cancun. I'd practically stayed the whole 3 weeks with Louise and Vernon in their parents' house. It was then I realized I totally wanted to spend my life with Louise.
I'd been an emotional kid. Louise and I were both young. She was more sexually experienced, I knew that. I was quite immature, and I had totally fallen in love with Louise. Shit, probably on our first date if I'm being honest.
Anyway, over time we'd drifted apart from Vernon.
First, there was a weird situation where Vernon had been accused of stealing from a teacher at his old High School. From the teacher's house. Some bullshit about an expensive designer jacket. Yves St. Laurent, some French designer. Vernon had just started at a local college and it had a big impact on him.
Eventually the charges were dropped when the teacher withdrew his complaint. Another boy had been involved as well. I hadn't got all the details at the time, but it was messy, and there had been a lot of drama in Louise's house as the situation eventually seemed to resolve itself.
Then Vernon transferred colleges. Down to New Jersey somewhere, I forget exactly where. I think Louise and Vernon's parents wanted him out of the local area.
Vernon's first job experiences after college had been in banks in New York City. We used to see him at Christmases. Obviously, Vernon attended our wedding. But we didn't really see Louise's brother a lot. Thinking about it, I felt bad about it.
Then Vernon married his longtime girlfriend, Jackie Siegerman, a work colleague, and we saw him even less. I think I'd only met Jackie twice. Once at mine and Louise's wedding. Then at the Christening of our first son. Vernon and Jackie had their wedding in Israel. Louise and I couldn't make it.
Vernon now lived in Troy, working for a Health Insurance company managing claims. Well, if his wife Jackie had kicked him out, I guess he no longer lived in Troy. I thought to myself it was lucky they'd had no kids. Breakups were hard for kids.
Louise roused me from my memory trip. Shit, I'd probably driven 10 miles on the freeway on autopilot.
"Ron. I'll be home around 11. Vernon's pretty cut up. You always liked each other. Be sympathetic, OK?"
I told Louise I would, and that I loved her, and ended the call.
The rest of my drive home was uneventful. Two gas stops. At the first I had another Energy Drink and a pretty disgusting Egg-Mayo sandwich. All I could taste was fucking mustard, and the bread wasn't fresh. And don't get me started on the lettuce.
I pulled into our driveway behind Louise's car at around 5pm.
I got in, and after a drink of orange juice (sorry, Louise, straight from the carton), I had another shower. I put on my old gray Mets shirt (Number 13, Alfonzo, my hero from my youth) and put on a pair of loose black sweat shorts. My relaxing outfit.
I sat down and picked up on work emails on my laptop. Thankfully nothing horrible. Then I realized the Mets were on tonight, so I fired up mlb.tv on my Samsung Smart TV and got ready for the start of the game by cracking open a cold can of beer. I remembered Vernon was due round, and I remembered also that I'd turned him onto being a Met fan when we were younger (he'd originally liked the Red Sox). Maybe watching the game with a few cold ones would be just the ticket for Vernon to de-stress. Wheeler was pitching and he'd been really good since the All-Star break. I kind of suspected I was going to get all the gory detail of his breakup with Jackie, come what may. But I thought it was worth trying anyway. I finished my first beer, and quickly cracked open another.
I looked at my watch. Still over half an hour before Vernon's ETA. I thought to myself, 'Fuck it', and I fired up Private Browsing and logged onto Donna's porn/hooker website. Two beers did that to me.
The home page looked slightly different. There was a banner for a weekend 'Voluptuous Party Special'. I was intending to go immediately to the Movie section, but my curiosity got the better of me. I clicked the link.
It seemed this weekend was a big one. Evidently Donna was hosting a party at a 'Resort' (full details once a 100 dollar deposit was paid, a 3 hour visit was 200 bucks 'all you can fuck', 500 for the day and 'Special treatment') where six voluptuous babes would be available for 'discerning gentlemen who liked the bigger and better things in life'.
I scrolled down to where the thumbnails of the 'Party Girls' were. One girl's face was obscured, I clicked only on the thumbnails where the girl's face could be seen. All were very pretty plus-size girls, all with stupendously huge tits. A couple of black girls, the other two white. Two in particular caught my attention. A girl, I'd put her no older than 21, called Evelyn, whose massive melons reminded me of Louise's. And another called Renee, her tits were off the scale, but she had a belly to match. Evidently, Renee was an 'accomplished BBW pornstar from England'.
My cock was semi-hard. But I was conscious of the time. Vernon would be arriving soon. I decided to do one final quick visit to the 'Young Donna' picture gallery. It had left an impression on me for sure.
I navigated to the gallery. Young Donna smoking by the pool, the photos that had so turned me on before. Sensuously sipping from her wine glass. Shit, my cock was now fully hard. I suddenly noticed there was a link to pages 2 and 3 that I'd missed on my first trip to Donna's website. Nice, I thought. So, I'd missed these when I'd looked in the hotel in Boston, let's see what we had in store.
Page 2 was a mix of bedroom shots, the majority were like that, and a new swimming pool set. The bedroom shots looked like Donna and 'husband number one' in various poses. Donna's first husband, I assumed it was him, had blond hair, and a decent sized cock. The last two pictures were Donna and a cute looking young dark haired guy sitting at a circular white iron outdoor table, near a small swimming pool. Two half full glasses, looked like white wine. Donna was topless, those gorgeous firm tits again, and a bonus for me, she was smoking. The guy had tight swimming trunks on. He looked my type.
I clicked on the link to page 3. More pool shots. Donna, the cute guy, and another darker haired girl, with her fantastic tits exposed. Donna and the dark haired girl both held freshly lit cigarettes in their fingers. The dark haired girl held her cigarette in her left hand.
BOOM!
No.
BOOM!
It can't be.
BOOM!
My heart was in my mouth.
The dark haired girl with the fantastic tits was Louise!
I looked at the remaining pictures.
Donna and Louise. Donna, Louise and the blond guy. Louise and the cute dark haired guy. Nothing overtly sexual in those pictures. All at the table, drinking and smoking. Smiling. Laughing. But Donna and Louise topless.
The final two shots showed blond guy and the dark haired guy squeezing their cocks towards the camera. The first pic had Donna slightly off cam with her index finger on the blond guy's cock. The last had Donna in between the two guys facing the camera with them pretending to stick their cocks in Donna's ears as she held her blonde hair up and pouted at the camera. I'm assuming Louise was the photographer.
I shivered. I realized I was suddenly covered in a cold sweat. This was not Louise before I'd met her. I thought about it. This was Louise at summer school while I did my Spain and Portugal trip. I checked the photos again, closely. I focused on the sides of Louise's hair. The red tints. She'd had her hair done like that a week before I left for Lisbon.
I almost puked.
Then the doorbell rang.
Shit. I snapped back into the now. It's Vernon. Fuck.
TO BE CONTINUED