Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 33
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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I took bedtime story duty. When the boys fell asleep, I came downstairs and caught a whiff of tobacco smoke coming from the back porch. Louise looked back in, a glass of white wine in one hand and a half-smoked Marlboro in the other.
"Two minutes, Ron, baby. Get yourself a beer. I'll be in shortly."
I got myself a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch. I could see Louise had linked her iPhone to her MacBook, both were lying on a small Perspex table in front of the couch, one of a nest of three we used as portable utility tables.
Louise came in and sat herself down next to me. She put her right hand on my leg.
"OK, Ron. Boys are fast asleep right? I wouldn't want them to walk down when we're watching this."
I confirmed both were out for the night, and that I'd waited an extra five minutes to make sure.
"OK. Let's see how good I am at making pornos. Of course, it's only phone footage, but I still think it should be pretty interesting. Ready?"
I said I was. But I was worried about watching the movie Louise had shot when she was out with Rowena. Assuming Rowena had sent Louise a copy. It turned out she had.
"OK, Ron, watch this one. Then we'll compare Rowena's blow-job prowess with the one we filmed upstairs."
I gritted my teeth. Louise started the movie on the computer.
My first shock was how close Louise was to Rowena and the guy, a thin short-haired man I'd put in his late twenties. He reminded me a little of Mike. He was actually a fairly good-looking guy. I immediately hated him. She was close enough to touch.
The cellphone torch was on, so everything seemed to cast a noticeable shadow in the darkness of the alleyway. This was several notches down in quality to the Donna 'whore having fun' movie scene outdoors at night.
The guy was smiling. "Come on Louise, you can join in too!" the guy pleaded.
As Louise turned her cellphone camera downwards, exposing the guy's big circumcised dick pointing at Rowena's face, she replied.
"No way, buster! I'm a happily married woman." Rowena looked up at the camera and laughed. She was already squatting, her face next to the guy's dick.
Rowena took a pull on a freshly lit menthol, then spoke, smiling at the camera.
"Oh, Louise, this is so nasty! I wish my ex-husband was here now!"
Louise responded immediately.
"Send the fucker this movie when you get home! Show him what he's missing. The cheating slimeball. I fucking hate cheaters!"
My heart skipped a beat.
I looked back at the computer screen. In the movie, Louise paused, the camera pointed at the ground momentarily. It was clear she was taking a pull on a cigarette as the camera moved back to Rowena and the guy, the trail of Louise's smoke visible on the screen. Then the camera moved back into Rowena's face. Louise pulled the camera back a few feet so that the guy's hardon was now clearly in shot. Rowena took a quick drag on her smoke.
"OK, Rowena, it's showtime. Roger, I think you're going to enjoy this, you lucky bastard!"
Rowena smiled back at the camera, then gripped the guy's (Roger's?) shaft before opening wide and covering its thick round head with her dark lips. Above the cellphone camera, out of sight, Roger clearly groaned. Louise giggled. Rowena removed her lips from Roger's cock.
"Louise, be serious, this is my first home-made movie. If you laugh, I can't concentrate!"
Rowena took another quick pull on her cigarette. I heard Roger's voice from above.
"Louise, please, let me suck on your titties while Rowena blows me. Your husband won't know."
Louise's voice cut in from off-camera.
"But I'll know, Roger! It's not how I roll, so stop it, and enjoy your blow job, you greedy shit!"
Roger seemed to start to speak but his voice just emitted an "Ugh" as Rowena once more took his dick in her mouth. Louise focused on Rowena's face. Roger's cock clearly bulged through Rowena's cheek as she slid it in and out of her mouth.
"Roger!"
It was Louise.
"I'm not a totally cruel bitch. Lookie here!"
The cellphone camera pointed down at the ground, then jerked, as a blurry flesh tone entirely filled the screen. I realized that what I was seeing, albeit not very clearly, was Louise freeing her massive breasts from the front of her tight dress. A large nipple filled the screen as the cellphone camera automatically re-focused.
I gulped. Then I gritted my teeth again. Fuck. I didn't like this one bit.
Louise turned the camera up to Roger's face, which had a surprised but clearly happy expression on it. Like the cat who got the cream. I hated the fucker even more. She took a few steps back.
"Fuck, Louise, I've never seen anything like them. Not even in titty bars. Your husband is one lucky bastard!", Roger panted.
"He knows, Roger, he knows", Louise replied.
Louise focused the camera back on Rowena who was now sucking Roger hands- free. Roger started pumping his cock out of Rowena's mouth. Apart from Roger's moans now, there was no other sound. Rowena's eyes were closed. It really looked like she loved sucking cock.
All of a sudden, a loud "AAAHHHH!" hit the cellphone microphone from above. On screen, Rowena gagged slightly, but Roger kept pumping his dick firmly into Rowena's mouth. After maybe five more thrusts, Rowena pulled her head back. Louise moved in closer as Rowena smiled naughtily and then opened her mouth wide to show a thick pool of Roger's milky cum nestling on her tongue. Then the movie ended.
Louise squeezed my thigh.
"So, Ron, before we get onto the subject of David, how did you like my movie?"
I looked at Louise. I felt upset. She could tell.
"Louise, you know I didn't like it."
"I know Ron. I'm betting you didn't film your brief encounter with David, though, right?"
"No, I didn't", I replied, blankly.
"So right now, all I can do is imagine it. Imagine you cheating on me. That's why I need you to honestly tell me what happened, in detail."
Louise pulled a Marlboro from her pack and lit up.
"So, Ron, before we get to you and David, and what YOU got up to last night, let me just tell you a couple of more things about what I did last night."
My breathing stopped for a second. What now?
"So Ron. First things first. Do you know how much I liked being the center of attention? I mean I could have had any guy in there fuck me, even ones who were there with their wives. Oh, the looks some of those bitches gave me! Anyway, I fucking LOVED it! Christ I was so good looking when I was younger, I think I've kept some of my looks, and I'll always have these."
Louise pointed at her tits, which were still prominent even in the baggy white T-shirt she was wearing.
"Ron, if we ever divorce, you know, I could fuck a different man every night for 10 years, easy. Especially now I don't mind doing that thing you men like so much."
I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable.
"Ron, I'll give you this one slip. But that's it, no more. I find out you're doing ANYTHING behind my back, and we're through. I wanted to last night, you know, do something, behind YOUR back. But apart from that thing with Rowena, I didn't. Well, one other thing, I kissed Rowena."
"And?", I said hesitantly, looking into Louise's eyes.
"Ron, I kissed Rowena right after I stopped filming. So I got a nice mouthful of Roger's come. It was yummy."
I flinched and stood up. I took two steps away from the couch. I turned to Louise, but before I could say anything Louise stopped me.
"Ron, let's just accept that it's not just you who's the jealous one, OK? Christ, I dealt with your insecurities for years. Your jealousy, your possessiveness. We've got over that, honey. But if you still love me, and fuck it, Ron, I still love you, we have to deal with this shit. So sit back down, and tell me all about David."
I really wanted to walk out of the house. Louise's confession about the night before had dug deep into me. But here I was, a man who had watched other men fuck his wife, getting massively jealous about her NOT sucking another guy's cock. I'd fucking DP-ed her with another guy. I'd told her to suck other guys' cocks. I'd actually seen her savor other men's sperm. With my own eyes. How could I be this mixed-up? Maybe we did need to stop all of this bullshit.
Did I still love Louise? What was going on in my head? Fuck!
I sat down.
"Louise. I'm confused. I'm sorry. Last night, it felt like it wasn't really behind your back. We'd, you know, fooled around a little before fucking Jayda."
"Ron, is that truly how you feel? I thought we agreed boundaries for the Jayda thing, no? Fun at the time. I wasn't expecting you to go home with one of the guys afterwards."
Louise was right. I had felt at the time I was doing something I shouldn't. I decided to be truthful.
"Louise, I'm sorry. You're right. I knew it was wrong. I should have controlled myself. I should have come straight home."
Louise realized her Marlboro had burned down to the cork. She put it in the ashtray and lit another.
"OK, Ron, but you couldn't. Right? Like we talked about the other week, your urges, how there was maybe a chance you couldn't control them. Your urges for other men. Ron, your fucking homosexuality. You know that just because it's another guy, that doesn't mean I don't care? Right?"
"I know, Louise. I know."
"Ron, tell me what happened. Don't just tell me the what, start with the why."
Louise flicked some ash from the tip of her cigarette into the ashtray.
"First, Ron, top up my wine. There's an open Californian white in the refrigerator. Here, take my glass."
I got Louise a refill, and got myself another beer. I handed Louise the glass and sat back down.
"OK, Ron. What made you want to cheat on me with David? Like I say, forget the Jayda thing. That, I felt that was OK. I told you to have fun at Jayda's. But I did not want anything to be happening afterwards if I didn't know about it. You could have phoned me, you know? Not ignored my call."
"Louise, the missed call, it was genuine, I'd left the phone in the car."
"Left it when? When you were fucking David at his apartment?"
I gulped. "Basically, yes, Louise. When I was fucking David in his apartment."
Louise placed her Marlboro between her lips and picked up her computer with both hands.
"Ron, Mandy sent me a link to David's Facebook profile. I took a look. He's a very pretty boy. At first I wasn't sure he was your type. Then Mandy told me he was a crossdresser. Then I looked more closely. And I could see why you would go for him. Anyway, here, here's David's Facebook. No girlie photos. He's a cutie, no doubt. Like he could be in a boyband. So your tastes are changing?"
I looked at a photo of David. Upper body shot, outside in sunlight, wearing a New York Giants football shirt with a beer in his hand. Fuck. I thought he was beautiful.
I cleared my throat.
"Louise. Yes, I was attracted to David. He set something off inside of me. I don't know how it happened. When I saw him first, even before I knew he did the drag thing. When we were getting ready for Jayda, shit, it was actually weird, I guess. Anyway, the warm-up part, I only had a few minutes with Newton and David. David and I sucked Newton's cock, it just worked out that way. David sucked my cock. Then David and Newton had to go and service Jayda. I was third."
"So, Ron, David sucked your cock. And what did you do to him? I mean at Jayda's, not later, I'll let you tell me all about that soon."
I gulped again. "We kissed."
Louise took a sharp intake of breath.
"Sheesh, Ron. I didn't think you were that into kissing guys."
Louise took a long drag on her Marlboro, exhaled through her nose and flicked a dangling piece of ash into the ashtray.
"Go on, Ron. What was it like? Is David a good kisser?"
Another hesitation on my part. "Yes. I guess he is, Louise."
I felt nervous. Guilty. But I knew I had to be open with Louise right now.
"So, anyway, you all fuck Jayda. Any interaction with David during that stage of the proceedings? Sexual interaction, I mean, Ron?"
"No. Newton and David fucked Jayda at the same time. I mean two cocks in Jayda's pussy at the same time. After they came, Newton left. He had a date. Actually, now I think of it, Mandy cleaned David's cock with her mouth after he'd come. She spat the residue of David's come into Jayda's pussy. They're really going for this 'make a baby' thing in a big way. She did the same with me."
Louise took three quick drags on her Marlboro, then stubbed it out.
"So, Ron, you fuck Jayda. I don't need to know how that went, after all, it was me who insisted you do it. I really don't care. But, if you need to go back for a re-run next month, well, we'll need to discuss that, once I've processed what you're about to tell me. OK, so you've finished with Jayda, what next?"
"David asked for a ride home."
Louise pulled another Marlboro from her pack. I sensed, based on our younger days, that Louise was stressed. She was hiding it well. But I remembered arguments when we were younger, we'd gone through at least one bad patch in our past when we argued all the time, and Louise would chain- smoke all the way through them. I realized she was upset. Her smoking gave it away.
Louise lit yet another cigarette, taking a deep initial inhale. She clicked her lighter off, then exhaled a plume of smoke towards the center of the room.
"Smooth, Ron. Smooth, I'll give him that. OK, and what happened next?"
I was fully open now. What would be, would be. But I had to tell the truth to Louise. I owed her that. I'd forgotten my own anger about Louise and her alleyway gonzo movie shoot with Rowena and Roger.
"We got in the car and David kissed me."
"He kissed you, Ron? So, that little shit seduced you?"
"I wanted it, Louise. It wasn't just David."
"Fuck, Ron. This is something! OK. So you drive David home. Nothing in the car?"
"No. We just talked. I was curious about the previous sessions with Jayda. David told me all about it. About the guy who had dropped out."
"Not interested, Ron. So, you and David, what next?"
"We went into David's place and we fucked."
"Ron, 'fucked'? Even for you that's a pretty short description. How? How did you 'fuck' exactly? Go on, tell me! I want all the gory details."
I sighed. This felt like torture, but I knew I had to comply.
"We didn't make it much past David's front door. We kissed again. We stripped. It was all quick, I just wanted it done quick. I guess I was nervous about getting home to you in time. I was half thinking maybe Mandy would call you."
Louise chuckled. "You fucking bet she did!"
"Anyway, it was all quick. We rubbed our cocks together. Then we laid down on the carpet. We did a 69."
"What was his cock like, Ron? Mandy said the other kid, what's-his-name, had a big one. What was David's cock like, Ron? Was it a nice one?"
As Louise smoked, I noticed that her wine glass was empty. She saw my eyes move.
"You can get me a refill in a few minutes. Carry on, Ron, I want to know everything."
"He was shaved down there. Totally clean shaven. His dick is not too big. Smaller than mine. Thin. But yes, nice."
"Ok, so you're sucking each other's dicks. Knowing you, Ron, I guess pretty soon you get one of your urges and you want to shove it up David's asshole. Right?"
I paused.
"Yeah, Louise. I needed to fuck David. It was a feeling that came over me. I couldn't really control it. So, I fucked David on the floor. Missionary, I suppose you'd call it. David masturbated while I was inside him, he came first, I wasn't far behind. Whole thing must have been ten minutes tops."
"Did you eat David's cum, Ron? Did you?"
"No", I replied. "No, I didn't. I wanted to get out of there. I didn't regret what had happened, but I did know I should have called you. I don't know why I didn't. I knew I had to come home."
Louise leaned towards me and patted me on the leg.
"Ron. Just so you know. I ever do anything like you did last night, so help me God, I'll tell you every fucking excruciating detail. Like how the guy's face looked when he was coming in me. The noises he made. The noises I made. And you'll listen. Or I'll fucking divorce you. Now, just think yourself the luckiest guy alive, because I forgive you. You would not have met this David guy without my input, so I forgive you."
I grabbed Louise's right hand. She was a left-handed smoker.
"I'm sorry, Louise, never again, I promise."
"Actually, Ron, not strictly true. You'll never do anything behind my back again. If you do, you know what'll happen. But as far as this David is concerned, I want you to get his little fag ass over here on Thursday night. Mom's already agreed to take the boys Thursday afternoon, and she'll keep them until lunchtime on Friday. Saturday we've got the Festive Dinner Party. You'll be interested to know I've got Shawna lined up to sit on Saturday, it was her or nobody. Everybody else has plans. Anyway, you make sure your boyfriend comes on over on Thursday. 8pm. If he doesn't come, I will not be pleased. Got it?"
I gulped. "Really?"
"Yes, Ron. REALLY."
Fuck. I wondered if David would even come over. I was nervous.
"Mandy has his number, if you don't already have it. And Ron, just so there's no misunderstanding. I'm going to fuck the cute little bastard. And you're going to watch."
I couldn't think of what to say. My ideas about toning the sexual side of things down seemed to be blown out of the water. Before I could formulate a response, Louise stubbed out her cigarette and stood up.
"Ron, I need another glass of wine. Then I need fucked. Just be glad it's still you that I want to fuck me. I'll even smoke while you're screwing me. I know you like that. Anyway, get me a drink, and let's watch Rowena sucking your cock. You haven't seen that one yet. Then I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good."
TO BE CONTINUED