Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 24
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I'd actually woken before my phone alarm went off and quietly got myself ready for work. I reckoned if I got into the office at 8am I could work through to about 2pm and then head home and pick up remotely. Friday afternoons were quiet, and my boss was flexible.
Louise was still fast asleep so I let her lie. I knew that her alarm was set for 08:45. I didn't hear any noises from the spare room. I was kind of glad about that. Now fully sober, I was somewhat unhappy with what had happened with Vernon. The act itself at the time had been fine. Well 'acts', if you count the original fellatio false start in the kitchen. But really, I should not have fooled around with Louise's brother. I just saw a whole set of awkward possibilities that could arise in the future. Especially if Vernon actually moved back into his and Louise's parents' house.
I grabbed a coffee and checked emails. I opened the email from the 'JBlount1964' email address. Maybe they were offering me a great deal on Canadian 'sildenafil nitrate'. These days I could use a boost.
I opened the email. It turned out 'JBlount1964' was actually a certain Mrs. Janice Fontanella. After apologising for getting my email address from Rob without asking me, Janice had written thanking me for a great night. She also wished me well in navigating any bumps in the road that lay ahead in my marriage. She also gave me her cell phone number. And asked me to call her if I was ever over in Westchester. Where Janice mentioned she had a nice house with a swimming pool that her divorce lawyers had got her when she divorced Mr Fontanella.
There was a pic attached.
Janice standing in a black pair of stockings and a garter belt and high heels. Otherwise naked. Her firm tits sticking out at the camera. And smoking a freshly lit Camel. Very nice. The room looked like Rob and Amy's suite at the hotel. I'm pretty sure it was. I assumed Amy had been the photographer.
My morning went quite quickly, and I was back home for around 2:30pm.
I'd received a text from Louise before I left the office. She was taking the kids to her mom's where they'd spend the night. We needed to pick them up on Saturday before 1pm. She told me she'd be home around 5, and that we'd eat around 6.
I changed out of my work clothes. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then I logged onto my laptop.
I transferred the 2 pictures I took of Mike from my phone to the laptop. Then I downloaded the pictures Mike had emailed me in a zipfile. And the one of me, attached to a separate email. I put Mike's pictures in a folder called 'Boston'. I stored the photo of me in a different folder. I also downloaded the picture Janice had sent me. I put this in the same folder I put my own picture in. I decided to wait for Louise before I looked at Mike's picture set. Would I show Louise the pictures of me? The pictures of Janice? I decided I'd wait to see if Louise asked.
Louise got home around five after five. I was in the kitchen, looking at my laptop. Louise gave me a quick kiss. She was wearing a pair of jeans and black flat heel pumps, and a shiny black blouse. She had make-up applied, but very subtle.
"Babe, get me a glass of red wine. The bottle's over there."
I uncorked the bottle and poured Louise a glass, as I heard Louise put something in the oven.
I handed the glass to Louise, then poured myself one.
Louise took a sip. "We're having Italian. Pasta bake."
Then Louise took a pack of Marlboro's out of her purse, and her lighter.
"Let's go out back. I won't smoke in the house until after we've eaten."
As we sat outside we chatted about how our days had been. Evidently Rowena had left early. She had a hair appointment. Rowena had told Louise she'd enjoyed fucking Vernon. She'd also confessed she thought I was 'really hot'. Louise giggled as she told me this.
Louise smoked two Marlboros, one after the other, before we went in and set the table.
During the meal Louise mentioned that Vernon was going to stay with a friend in Albany. He was leaving the next day. I was relieved to hear this.
After dinner we sat together on the couch. I'd opened another bottle of wine as we cleared our dinner things away.
Louise lit a Marlboro.
"OK, Ron. Your adventures in Boston. You want to go first, or do you want to hear about the Shawna thing and my shitty night first?"
I encouraged Louise to start with her story.
"OK. So Shawna helped out in the afternoon when I'd got the emergency call from work. You Skype called. We had something to eat when the kids went to bed. Ricky had called Shawna earlier to see if she wanted to go out. He drove over. I suggested a threesome, I mentioned I was going to on our call. Obviously, Ricky was enthusiastic. But Shawna killed the idea. She said she didn't feel right about it if you weren't there. I said I'd told you, but she couldn't be moved. I nearly called you. Anyway, then she says she has her period. Like she just remembered. Sounded like news to Ricky. So, I decide not to press, like we'd agreed. No pressure if someone doesn't want sex. They left. I was pretty horny so I opened my package. I'd wanted to wait until you were home. I sent you some pictures though. It was good. I actually came twice using the vibrator. I even tried it in my ass"
Louise then nodded to me.
"OK, Ron, your turn"
I started with my version of events from Boston.
"Well, first night I had the thing with Mike. In fact I have some pictures he sent me. I haven't looked at them yet. You want to look at them now?"
"Oh, yes!", Louise exclaimed.
I got my laptop from the kitchen, then returned and sat next to Louise, who had lit another cigarette.
I opened the folder with Mike's pictures.
"I haven't seen these myself. OK, let's go"
I opened the first picture. Mike had sent me six in total.
Mike by a swimming pool, indoors. Wearing Speedos. His thick hard cock outlined by the shiny material of his trunks.
"Nice", Louise purred.
Next, Mike sitting on a bed naked. He was erect, and his hard cock flopped back onto his toned belly. A similar pose to a photo I'd taken of him, but this was a different picture.
"Very nice", commented Louise.
Next picture, Mike standing in what looked like a hotel room, his cellphone in his hand pointing at what I guess was a wardrobe mirror. Again he was naked. A striking blonde air stewardess, in uniform, well half in uniform, her thin tits were flopped out of the front of her white blouse, kneeling with Mike's cock filling her mouth. The woman looked classic blonde European.
Then another solo shot. Mike in close-up, top half visible. Mike had his hand gripped round his cock and looked like he had just dumped a shiny white load onto his stomach. He was smiling at the camera.
"This guy's cute", was Louise's latest observation.
The last two photos were of Mike having sex with Jim Clarke. The first showed Mike's cock squeezed halfway into Jim's poop chute. The final showed Mike sucking Jim's cock.
"My oh my. I like the look of him. And the older guy's pretty handsome too!"
I explained who Jim was.
"Wow!", was Louise's reaction.
I was about to shut the laptop, when Louise put her hand on my arm.
"Ron, the whore you fucked last night. Did you take a picture of her on your phone?"
I admitted (truthfully) that I hadn't. I decided not to go any further than that.
"OK, Ron. Tell me about her. Don't spare any detail. Tell me what the dirty slut did to my husband!"
Louise seemed to be saying this in a light-hearted way, but it did make me think.
"OK, honey. I met her in the hotel bar. I .."
"What was the bitch's name?" Louise asked.
"Janice. She was an older woman. In her 50s, but still attractive. I think she was after Jim, at first. You know? Jim, the older guy in Mike's photos"
"OK, so she has taste, this bitch. This 'Janice'. Carry on, Ron, tell me it all"
I took care not to make any mention of Rob and Amy. I described Janice starting on me in the elevator. I described Janice sucking me. Me licking Janice's cunt. The initial fuck on the couch. I also mentioned the three additional fucks during the night. And I told Louise about Janice tonguing my asshole and blowing me.
"I bet you just loved the ass-play, Ron. No anal?"
"No anal", I replied.
"OK. I feel a little jealous, Ron. That's interesting, I didn't think I would be"
Louise took a gulp of wine. She wiped her mouth, then lit up another cigarette.
"Louise, I'd thought that you would be having sex with Ricky. I'm sorry, I thought .."
Louise put her hand on my thigh.
"Ron, it's OK. It was my fault, and I didn't say you couldn't."
"Louise, I have to tell you something. I couldn't say it at the time. But I didn't want you fucking another guy without me. It upset me. I didn't want to tell you 'no'. Well, that's the thing, I did. But I couldn't"
Louise tapped some ash into the ashtray on the coffee table in front of us.
"Ron. We agreed. You want to say no to something, you tell me. Now, notwithstanding your fuck in the bank, so to speak, I think we just decided to agree not to have sex with other people if we aren't together. Am I right?"
"Yes, baby", I replied.
"OK, deal! Anything else to tell me?"
I looked at my laptop. Then I made a split second decision.
"Louise, I want to show you something else. You know that Donna Maloney has a website, right? A hooker site?"
"Yes, Randall told us."
"OK, baby, let me log on. You're OK with us looking at it, yeah?"
I was kind of giving Louise a way out. If she knew she featured in one of Donna's galleries, she most probably didn't want me to be seeing the picture with her.
"Sure, let's take a look. I'm assuming it's pretty interesting, right?"
"Yes. There's picture galleries, movies, a whole lot of stuff"
"OK", Louise said, "Let's take a look!"
I logged on to the members area of Donna's website.
"OK, Ron, let's look at Donna's pictures first. Then we can watch some movies"
I looked at Louise.
"You like to see Donna as a youngster?"
"Sure", Louise said. "She was quite a looker. I remember her meeting her first husband one summer. We must have been about 20. I don't think you met him, Ron. It was the year I did summer school and you visited Spain and Portugal. Gary, his name was. Donaldson. Yeah Donna was Grabowski at the time, then she was Donna Donaldson. They married after Donna got pregnant. Then sadly, Donna miscarried a few weeks after the wedding if I remember correctly. Such a shame."
I opened the 'Young Donna' gallery. The first page had the swimming pool shots.
"Ah!", Louise said. "That's Donna's Uncle Stan's place. He had a swimming pool. Pretty secluded. We did some sunbathing there. It was good for going topless. No nosy neighbors nearby. And Donna's Uncle was always away on business trips."
I clicked onto page 2.
Louise pointed at the screen with her cigarette.
"There's Gary", Louise remarked. "Cute-ish blond boy, but dumb as fuck. He did Summer school too. Never graduated, ended up driving for UPS. Nice cock. First time I've seen it."
Then Louise pointed at the last two pages on the page.
"Shit, Ron! I took these two pictures! Donna and Ruggy. Ruggy was a total raging homosexual. He'd fuck anybody. I'm surprised he didn't get AIDS. Vernon and him had a thing going. Did Vernon come over to swim one afternoon? I forget. Jesus! That was that Summer."
I hovered over the link to Page 3.
"One second honey!"
Louise stubbed out her cigarette and topped up her wine glass.
"OK, I'm ready now"
I wondered if Louise really was ready for what she was about to see. I was now pretty sure Louise didn't know she was in any of the pictures that Donna had put on her website.
I clicked. Louise was looking slightly away from the screen. Then she refocused.
Louise stopped breathing momentarily.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! That whore is putting pictures of me on the internet? Is she fucking kidding me? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! No, she can't do this. She cannot FUCKING DO THIS!"
Louise took a deep drag on her cigarette. She was raging. I couldn't even remember her being this angry.
"That, bitch, I cannot believe what she did, I.."
It was my turn to interrupt, but I did it softly. I put my hand on Louise's arm.
"We have to talk to Donna. But before we do, these last two pictures?"
"What about them, Ron? It's Gary and Ruggy, but if for one second you're suggesting that I took those pictures, then you can fucking well get out of this house and don't come back! I turned down a lot of fucks that summer. I had boys all over me. But I stayed faithful to you, on your fucking European trip! So don't you be giving me ANY fucking bullshit! The topless photos were fun, but innocent fun in my mind. And they were NOT to be shown around."
"OK, OK, baby, I'm sorry."
Louise jammed her cigarette between her teeth and grabbed her cellphone out of her purse.
As she flipped through numbers, she muttered angrily. "That cunt, that fucking cunt, I will fucking .."
Louise put the phone to her ear. I grabbed it off of her and pressed on the end call icon.
"WHAT THE FUCK are you doing???", Louise almost screamed.
"We need to stay calm," I told Louise softly. Then the phone buzzed in my hand. I answered, holding up the index finger of my right hand to indicate to Louise to be quiet.
Donna spoke first.
"Louise .."
"No, Donna, it's Ron"
"Did Louise just try to call me, Ron?"
"Yes. No. I mean yes"
"Well, Ron, can I speak to her?"
"Donna I'm not sure that's a great idea right now"
"What do you mean, Ron?"
"Louise is upset"
"What do you mean, Ron? Tell me"
"It's hard to explain. Maybe it would be better in person"
"Tonight? Ron, Frank and I have a trip tomorrow. Frank is taking the kids over to his sister's right now. Can't this wait until Monday?"
"I don't think so Donna, it's pretty serious. We really need to talk about this now"
"Ron, we're talking now. Why can't you put Louise on the phone?'
"I'm sorry, Donna. This is something we need to do face to face"
"Oh, shit. Give me 20 minutes. I'll drive over, and you can both tell me what the hell this is all about. OK?"
"Sure, Donna. See you in about half an hour"
I hung up.
Louise was still furious.
"I want these pictures gone, Ron! I don't know why the fuck you didn't tell her .."
"Stay calm, baby. Chances are it's Frank who manages the website. And he's out. Let's just tell Donna how upset we are when she gets here, and ask her to get the pictures removed"
"Shit, Ron, how can you stay so calm? This is a fucking outrage"
"Baby. Let's talk when Donna gets here. And I guess telling you how amazing you looked in those pictures won't help, right?"
Louise looked at me.
"Ron. Don't even go there. Puhhlease!"
We both sat down on the couch. I put my arm round Louise. I wondered what was going to happen when Donna arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED