Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 40
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I gripped my hands tightly on the steering wheel.
Louise let out another short laugh.
"Don't disrespect me even more by denying it. OK?"
I felt Louise's eyes boring into me. I tried to concentrate on the road, but it was hard.
"So, you found out how?", I managed to say after a few moments of silence.
"How do you think, Ron?"
Louise paused. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to answer. I stayed quiet.
Louise went into her purse. I hoped she wasn't going to smoke in the car. She eventually let out a sigh and continued.
"Oh, Ron, you stupid bastard. David told me. I asked him round for a drink last week to go through the make-up video. He's published it online. You were working late. At least you said you were."
That last comment cut me slightly.
"Louise, I don't.."
"Ron! I don't know what you don't do anymore. But I know you fucked David. Hell, he told me he fucked you too!"
"I .."
"He did, didn't he? Stuck his cute little penis in your tight gay butthole. Fucking hell! Ron, pull over at that rest stop, I need a smoke."
I saw the sign for the turn off about half a mile ahead. A couple of minutes later, I pulled up in a parking spot near a coffee shop attached to a gas station.
Louise got out of the car without saying any more. As she pushed the passenger door shut, she immediately lit a cigarette.
I hesitated, then I got out too. I was still wondering why David had told Louise. I'd thought we'd had an understanding. I was more worried about Louise's reaction. I wasn't ready to break up with Louise, if it had the potential to go that far. That was probably the last thing I wanted right now.
I watched as Louise took deep, almost violent, drags on her smoke. It was obvious she was angry.
I wasn't really sure what to say. This was new territory for me. Being caught cheating, I mean. I decided to break the silence.
"Louise, I, well, .. why didn't you say earlier?"
She stared at me. She lifted her chin in the air and exhaled a large round cloud of smoke which drifted away in the breeze. No reply.
I continued.
"Before last night, you, ah.. , I.."
"Ron, please, shut up. I wanted last night to happen. The party. I enjoy what we do. What WE do. But I thought we said we'd be honest with each other. You've let me down, Ron. I really don't know what I want to do now. Can I ever trust you again? We said we do this shit together. Remember? You remember what we agreed? You and your alpha male jealousy bullshit. Fucking typical man. Fun for you? OK. Fun for me? Not OK. You absolute fucking jerkoff. I thought you were different. How many times did I tell you that 'we' were special, that I loved only you, and the other stuff with other people was just fun? Just physical. I really was surprised by how you handled things. I knew you had a jealous streak. I knew you had that immature, insecure side to you, since the day we met. But I really thought you'd grown out of it. And I really loved you MORE for it. Maybe that sounds crazy. I don't know."
Louise threw her cigarette on the ground, crushed it out under her shoe, then immediately lit another.
"Ron. Go and get me a fucking coffee. To go. We'll drive home. I don't want to speak about this in the car, so don't even fucking try. We'll discuss this when we get home. I'll phone mom and tell her to keep the boys tonight."
I went inside and ordered Louise a coffee. As I looked outside through the front window I saw Louise talking into her cell. She cut the call and dialed another number. Then she started speaking again.
The server, a pimply teenage male, had to tap me on the arm to get me to take Louise's coffee. My mind was in turmoil. Fuck. I felt this was serious. Was Louise going to divorce me? I suddenly realized how much I had to lose. Louise and me breaking up, that was not a thing I wanted to happen. Not at all. Also at the back of my mind was why was Louise hitting me with this now? Right now. Not some other time. But only when I'd brought up the subject of stopping?
I walked out and handed Louise her coffee as she finished her phone call. We both got back into the car. As I started the engine, Louise gave me a sharp reminder.
"Ron. Do NOT talk to me until we're home and I say I want to talk. You got that?"
It took all my inner strength to stay quiet and just nod my assent.
==
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into our driveway.
As I took our travel bag out of the trunk, one of our neighbors, Sonya Allison, a fifty something divorced ex school teacher approached Louise.
We'd been friendly with Sonya and her ex-husband Malcolm since we moved into the neighborhood. Malcolm had been gone about 2 years. He'd traded Sonya in for a younger model apparently. Sonya had probably been a looker when she was younger, but she'd developed into a very plain older woman. I'd never even remotely thought about what it would be like to fuck Sonya. Sonya had given Louise all the details about her breakup at the time. Louise had been her confidante, her shoulder to cry on. I'd kept well out of it.
"Hi, Louise. Another parcel. I signed for it. Lucky I was in!"
I saw Sonya hand Louise a medium sized brown cardboard package. I thought I saw Sonya give Louise a wink.
"Thanks, Sonya."
Louise and Sonya made polite conversation as I opened the front door and walked through the living room and put the bag in the kitchen. After maybe three or four minutes, Louise came in and closed the front door behind her. She tossed the package onto the coffee table in the lounge and lit a cigarette.
"Ron, I'm taking a bath. I'm never sure a shower really gets me clean after a party. All that cum, in every nook and cranny. Don't come upstairs, we'll talk down here after. Just leave me in peace, OK? Give me some space to think."
"Louise, .."
Before I could even get another word out, Louise glared at me.
"Ron. Do as I fucking ask, OK? Or we won't talk, and you can get the fuck out of our house while I'm in the bath. And don't come back!"
I slumped onto the couch as Louise headed upstairs.
I remembered Louise's warnings about me going solo. It had come up a lot when we tried to discuss and rationalize our mutual sexual explorations in the early days. I sat there thinking what the actual fuck had I done? I was feeling like I'd fucked up majorly. I was also thinking about what would happen if Rudy decided to tell Louise about our pre group-sex encounter? Rudy was likely to bump into Louise at any given time, with his relationship with Bill, Louise's boss. What if he blabbed?
So that was another thing to worry about. I thought about how it could happen. A fucking after-work drink, a couple too many drinks, then something said unintentionally. Did I head things off and tell Louise about this other 'slip' now? No, I thought, I couldn't do that. That would seal my fate.
I was so deep in thought I only realized Louise had come back downstairs when I heard her lighter click on.
I was sat on the couch. Louise glanced over at me, picked up an ashtray and sat opposite me on one of the easy chairs.
I was first to talk.
"Louise, I don't want us to split up."
Louise took a drag on her cigarette. She had her damp hair tied up, I could see her natural color starting to come in at the roots. She wore a long toweled bathrobe, with the belt tied tightly, no cleavage showing. She put the ashtray down on the coffee table between us, turning the end of her cigarette in it to file some ash from the tip. She moved the package to the left of the coffee table.
"OK, Ron. Let's look back to when we started on our adventures."
I felt the need to speak.
"Well, for a start, Louise, you told me if I ever wanted to stop I was to tell you. I remember you clearly saying that we'd examine our options if one of us wanted to stop. Those were virtually your exact words."
Louise inhaled deeply, then blew a jet of blue smoke out of the right-hand side of her mouth.
"OK. And what else did I say? Not about stopping, more about how we did this stuff together."
I coughed.
"You said if I wanted to do anything, anything sexual, with anybody else, I was to let you know."
"Exactly, Ron. You have a good memory. Except when it comes to forgetting to tell me you are fucking another guy, BEHIND MY BACK! Jesus, a guy we both know!"
I didn't really know how to reply to that one.
"I told you we did this together. Only together. Anything else, we asked each other. We agreed", Louise added.
"OK, but you told me you'd had a girl-girl dry run with Debbie. You never told ME about that."
I regretted what I'd said almost as soon as I said it.
Louise smirked.
"How do you know about it, asshole? Because I FUCKING TOLD YOU ABOUT IT!!"
"But, .. Bill .."
"OK, OK, maybe you have a point, but, what you did with David was after we'd agreed our situation, or boundaries. And Bill was a reaction to YOUR faggot web affairs!"
Louise crushed out her cigarette and lit another. Two deep drags. Another pause.
"Ron, your business trip to Boston. Correct me if I'm wrong but you didn't just get it on with Mike. You fucked some old cunt as well. Janet. Janice, whatever the bitch was called."
"Louise, we discussed this. You said it was OK. I mean you were going to fuck Shawna and Robert that night, for crying out loud! Except Shawna wouldn't play."
Louise let out a terse laugh.
"Jesus. Ricky, Ron. It was RICKY. Remember Ricky who you made suck your cock. Ricky who put his young cock deep in my ass! Remember now?"
Fuck. I actually stood up. Clenched my fists.
Louise stared me down.
"OK, Ron. Sit the fuck down. Sometimes I like you angry, but right now is not one of those times."
I took a deep breath. Then I sat back down.
"Ron. I agree we probably need to take a break from this wild shit. But if you and me are going to stay together, and I go back all those months to what we discussed, well, from time to time I might want to do something adventurous. Something a little crazy. Sexually. And I want to be clear that if it gets to the state we NEVER do anything adventurous, sexually, well, I think we'll probably be through. Now, I'll let the thing with David slide, but on my side, well, I want to tell you something. See how you feel. Shit, maybe it is time for us to break up."
Oh no, I thought. I had an idea where this was heading.
"Anyway, Ron. Back to Boston. While you were fucking that slut in Boston, it is true that Shawna wasn't amenable to the three-way I'd hoped to organize. And, by the way Ron, I still think the girl has serious fucking feelings for you. But forget that particular shit for now, just remember I ever find out you've fucked Shawna behind my back we're done. OVER. But, Ron, after Ricky drove Shawna back home that night, he came back here."
I dug my nails into my thighs. I started to breathe heavily.
"Now, Ron, the way I looked at, still look at it actually, is that nothing really happened. Which is why I didn't mention it to you. But it wasn't totally clean cut. You see, Ricky came back, and I sat with him on the couch, pretty much where you are sat now. And I let him kiss me. And I let him play with my titties for a while. My big gorgeous, voluptuous titties. He sucked them so good. And then I told him to titty fuck me. But before he got to the end, Jack shouted down from upstairs, he'd woken up, so it kind of spoiled the moment. And we stopped."
Inside I was raging. But I kept quiet. How I did so, I still don't fucking know. Maybe I thought Louise WANTED me to explode.
"It took ages to get Jack back to sleep. When I came downstairs, Ricky begged me to let him fuck me. But for me, the moment was gone, and I asked him to go home."
Louise took another pull on her cigarette, then flicked a long piece of ash into the ashtray.
"So, Ron. Way I see it is nothing actually 'happened'. I felt I probably only needed to tell you if I'd fucked another guy, or sucked his cock and swallowed his come. For me, I guess I thought only full sex counted. Anyway. About ten minutes after he left, Ricky sent me a picture of his cock and his cum covered jeans in his car. He'd jacked off in his car in our driveway. I kept the picture. I can show you if you like, I have it on my laptop. After all, you LOVE looking at pictures of penises, Ron, right?"
I stood up again. I opened my mouth to speak, but Louise interrupted me.
"Ron. What time is it?"
The unexpected question hit me at a tangent. I found myself looking at my watch automatically.
"Ten after two", I responded.
"OK, Ron. Thank you."
"Why the FUCK do you ask?", I snarled.
I was suddenly distracted by the sound of our doorbell.
"Better late than never!", Louise chuckled, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray.
Then, "Get the door, Ron!"
I walked over to the front door and opened it.
I almost fainted when I saw David standing in front of me.
David smiled at me.
"Aren't you going to ask me in?"
TO BE CONTINUED