Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 47

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I walked back to the car in a daze. I was trying to maintain a brave facade. I didn't think it would be good to look too upset in front of Cara. Male pride, or whatever. I felt a little sick inside. What had just happened? I mean, was that normal behavior? My reaction to what I'd just seen? How turned on I'd been?

And what the fuck was I going to do now?

Cara lit a cigarette as soon as we got outside. She offered me one. I was actually tempted, but I declined.

Cara speed-smoked as we walked to the car. We then got in, and Cara gave me rough directions to her place. It wasn't too far, over in the direction of Battle Hill Park. A seven to ten minute ride.

I started the engine and nearly hit another car making a left turn in the parking lot. An older model gold Lexus. It was a big fucking car but I completely failed to see it. I forced myself to concentrate. I was fucking all over the place, and crashing the car wasn't exactly going to help with my stress levels.

So many things were going through my mind. Rudy and Louise. FUCK! Rudy AND Louise! Together. How could that happen? What the fuck did Louise know? Anything? Everything? Nothing?

I decided to quiz Cara. She seemed to know more than me about Louise's moonlighting.

"Cara. I need to ask you some questions. Like, why for instance.."

I was trying to stay calm. I was trying to gather my thoughts. Don't shout, I told myself. Stay cool. It was tough.

"Why the fuck did you do this to me? You get off on this kind of shit? Really?"

Cara looked directly at me. Maybe my attempts to not come off as aggressive weren't working. Her look was kind of saying, 'I get off on this kind of shit? What about you?'

Cara took a few seconds before she answered.

"Ron, you're gonna find this hard to believe but I did it for you. For you AND Louise, actually."

"Fucking bullshit!" I whispered.

Actually, I didn't whisper. My voice was louder than I'd meant it to be. I tried to tone it down. "Sorry, Cara, I didn't mean to, like, .. fuck, I don't know. Sorry. But why? Why?"

Cara breathed out.

"OK, Ron. Here's the deal. You can believe me or not believe me. That's your prerogative. But anyway. You see, Louise invited me round to your place not just for us to have sex. Sure, that was part of the arrangement, hopefully. Unless things went horribly wrong. But she also told me she needed support. Moral support. When she confronted you with something."

"What?" I asked. I wasn't quite getting what Cara was saying to me.

"OK, Ron. Louise isn't stupid. Louise knows you've been fucking a guy behind her back. A guy called 'Rudy'."

I coughed.

"Jesus. Rudy. Fucking Rudy! How? The bastard told Louise this?", I spluttered.

"Yes, Ron. Yes, he did."

"So, Louise gets me back. By fucking Rudy! Fuck. So fucking obvious."

Cara looked at me. I glanced over and noted the surprise on her face.

"What are you talking about, Ron?"

"Come on Cara! Rudy! The fucking guy in your sex tape with Louise and Sandy!"

Cara now looked really surprised. She started to laugh, an almost uncontrollable, loud staccato cackle. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure.

"THAT WAS RUDY? Oh my God! REALLY?!?!?"

Another fit of laughter swept over Cara.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! The guy in my office? THAT was RUDY? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Ohhhhhh, FUCK! Louise! Jesus!"

Cara couldn't stop laughing. I thought for a second she was going to choke. She eventually took a deep breath.

"You didn't know?", I inquired.

"No, Ron, honestly. I did not know that was Rudy. I knew she knew him, that guy, through work. Didn't know he was Rudy. THE Rudy. Fuck, Louise, you have a LOT of style, girl!"

As I approached a turn, Cara suddenly told me to head right. "Right here, Ron!"

I braked, signaled in time, and made the turn.

"Then it's only another few minutes."

Cara breathed out, almost whistling.

"Well, Ron, I didn't know that, that makes things interesting."

Understatement of the year.

"Cara, tell me. I need to know. Why did you decide to show me the movie?"

Cara seemed to be thinking. Then she jerked her head up.

"One minute, Ron. Take a left. Yes. Up the hill. There. See my car, the white Toyota? Just inside that small parking lot. Just there. Pull up there."

I glided into a spot next to the white Toyota. It was a sports model. It looked brand new. I left the engine running while I gathered my thoughts.

"Cara, can we discuss what just happened back at your store, and why?"

"I'm assuming you don't mean the blow job?"

Cara looked at me, smiled, then unfastened her seat belt. "Sure, Ron. You're coming in, right?"

I paused. I hadn't thought about it.

Cara unlocked her phone.

"Ron, take a look at this. You have time."

I looked at the message Cara was showing me. It was from a contact called 'Louise A'. Fucking Louise.

-- Cara. Too hungover. Ron's yours for the afternoon. My little present to you. Remember he LOVES anal. LOL! Talk tomorrow.

Fuck.

I sighed. What the fuck was going on? Had I fallen down some fucking rabbit hole? Was I sleeping, and this was all a fucking dream? I almost thought about pinching myself.

"Ron, come on. Turn the engine off. We can just talk if that's what you want. I need a glass of wine, right now, and the whole story might take some time."

I shrugged almost imperceptibly then turned the key and cut the engine.

Cara smiled at me conspiratorially.

"And if you'd like to fuck me in the ass, well, I wouldn't say 'no'!"

==

Cara's apartment was on the first story of what could easily be described on a real estate listing website as a 'luxury development'. Once we accessed the main building through a keycard-controlled set of glass doors, the front door of Cara's apartment opened onto one very big living area. An open-plan kitchenette was separate by the back wall, and what looked like a large bedroom was over on the left as you looked at the interior on entering. Cara had a Middle-East thing going on, lots of dark blues and golds and rich reds. And like a fucking million cushions. On a large dark red fabric-covered sofa, on chairs, even on the fucking floor. Jesus. These artistic types.

"Sit down, Ron. Let me get changed. Two minutes. There's soda and beer in the fridge, over there, see?"

I felt like asking Cara where I'd sit given that every fucking surface seemed to have a stupid fucking cushion on it. Eventually, I settled on the sofa, after rearranging some Indian type patterned cushions so I could actually sit my ass down.

Cara came back in after about ten minutes. The wait seemed to take ages. She wore a very long black silk dressing gown, tied at the waist. Looked like not a lot on underneath. She'd re-arranged her hair, it was different to last night. It was now swept back over her head, looked like she'd applied some hair gel at the sides. And it seemed to me she'd re-touched her make-up. Her eyeliner was redefined and she'd applied a silvery eyeshadow. She'd done her lips for sure, they were colored a deep pink. She'd worked quickly. Louise would have probably taken an hour to achieve a similar look.

Cara walked to the kitchen area and poured herself a glass of wine. She then took a few steps back in to the living area and sat down opposite me on a spectacular rounded black rattan chair. Thing was shaped like a peacock. Looked like it cost a few bucks.

Cara lit a cigarette.

"No drink, Ron?"

"I'm fine for now Cara. OK, sorry to be like, brusque, but can we start? Really, what the fuck were you thinking when you showed me that film?"

I was surprised at how calm I had become. The coital images of Louise I'd watched hadn't totally messed with my head. There had been the initial shock, of course. But I'd seen her fucked in front of me before, after all.

No, right now I was more worried about what Louise knew about me and Rudy. How and when she'd found out. And how she'd reacted when she found out. I hadn't picked up on it in any way.

"Ron, I need to give you some background first. I'm not being an asshole, honestly, but it will make more sense to you if I give you everything. And I think if I tell you the whole story, it will help you. Help you and Louise. OK?"

Again, I sighed. I thought, fuck it, let her tell her story. I might learn something about Louise. If listening to Cara's bullshit was the price I had to pay, so be it.

"Cara, I'll take a beer. Over there, right?"

Cara pointed me to the kitchen area where I found a large black built-in refrigerator. I opened the door and grabbed a beer. A fucking craft beer, naturally, no mass-produced generics for Cara. 'Winkle Lager'. I'd never heard of it, but I levered off the cap, and walked back to the sofa with the cold bottle in my right hand.

Cara took a long drag on her cigarette. She exhaled with a flourish, then took a deep sip of white wine. She then carried on.

"OK, so I'll start at the start. Best place, I suppose. Ron, this could take a few minutes, but please, hear me out."

I took a swig of the lager. It wasn't bad.

"I first met Louise at that Irish place, over by where Louise works. I'd gone there with Beverley, my girlfriend, well, my ex-girlfriend. We were together for 13 months, our relationship was intense. She was younger than me. A real 'free spirit' she used to call herself. We had a LOT of sex. I didn't like the other people aspect, but she'd told me when we got together that she'd never ever turn down good sex, and I had to live with it. We'd played around with other people. Girls, mainly. But Beverley did what she wanted, whether I liked it or not. Fuck, one night, she even left me sitting in a bar and fucked off with another girl. Left me to take care of the check. I thought she'd gone to the bathroom. I should have dumped her. I was too needy, I see that now."

I frowned. I had a feeling this was going to go on and on.

"Cara, are we going to get to the point anytime soon?"

"Ron, sorry, shit, yeah, maybe too much detail. Sorry. So we're in that Irish place. It's Beverley that notices Louise first. Let's face it, Ron, most people notice Louise. She's a beautiful woman. You know that better than anybody. And if you're into big tits, and I am, .."

A pause.

"Maybe I should've got these bigger..", Cara seemed to think out loud as she glanced down at her own chest.

I tried to signal using my eyes for her to fucking get a move on. Jesus. She looked at me, took a swift drag on her cigarette, and seemed to acknowledge my impatience.

"Anyway. Beverley says we should talk to Louise when she next goes for a smoke. We talk to Louise outside. Louise is nice. It's clear Beverley is trying to hit on Louise, fuck, it's so damn obvious. My God! It was embarrassing. This is early, like around 7:30pm. So, the night progresses. Beverley drinks some more. A lot more actually. She's moved off of beer pretty quick, she's onto Irish Whiskey, next it's Baileys, that creamy liquor, then some fucking shot type concoction they do, looks like a small Guinness. What was it? Yeah, 'Baby Guinness', Baileys and Kahlua or some shit. Gets to about 10pm, she's hammered. We have an argument. That was happening a lot. It was about Louise. Beverley wanted to, well..

"We were nearing the end of our relationship at this point, I just couldn't admit it to myself. So, Beverley walks out in a mood. I decide, this time, just this ONE fucking time, to not run out after her. So I stay at the table. Fuck, I need to pay the tab anyway. I'm always the one picking up the tab. I order another drink."

Cara sucked the last legs out of her cigarette and stubbed it out in an ashtray on a small circular table next to her 'Peacock' chair.

"So, I think Louise sees I'm upset. She comes over to my table. By the way, your guy, Rudy, he'd turned up by now. Looked like he was with the older executive guy, the boss."

"Yes, Bill," I interjected.

"Anyway, that night, Ron. Louise is so sympathetic. I tell her that Beverley and me are having issues. She actually tells me she's having marriage troubles as well."

This made me start. When was this?

"We have a really great talk. She mentions she's in a marriage that is 'unconventional'. Not many details other than that, Ron. I didn't push it. My head was stuck firmly in my own problems that night. Anyway, I give Louise my business card, I tell her I can do special jewelry just for her, and I go home. Alone."

I still wanted to know when this conversation had taken place.

"When was this Cara?"

"I think it was October, no, ehm, last November. Exact date? I don't know. I'm kinda sure it was in November, Beverley split that month. It was a Thursday, early or middle of the month. It was raining that night."

Cara bent over the table next to her and lit another cigarette, before standing up and walking to the kitchen area where she poured herself a glass of wine. Cara turned round to me.

"You need anything, Ron?"

I said no thanks. Cara returned to the 'Peacock' chair. She sat down and crossed her legs. It was obvious that she was naked under her gown.

"About a week later, Louise calls me. At the store. We arrange for Louise to look at some jewelry. Beverley's gone at that point. For good. Fucked off to California. Business Class flight from JFK to San Diego, paid for using my Visa. Last money she got out of me."

Cara took a draw on her cigarette, then lightly tapped some ash into the ashtray before continuing.

"So, Louise comes to the store. I'll admit this Ron, I tried to be demure, I did try to seduce her. Subtle things, like languid caresses of her hair and neck as I got her to try on necklaces. Some touches of her ears. I was like a schoolgirl with a crush. Jesus, I must have been pathetic.

"Anyway, before Louise leaves, she tells me she's into men AND girls. And we kiss for the first time. It just happened. Christ, I nearly fainted. I touched her tits, but she kind of snapped out of it, and left. She told me she'd come back to the Mall, and we should meet for coffee the next day. Which was a Tuesday, I think. I can't wait 'til I get home. I put a 'Gone 15 minutes' sign on the door, locked up, headed back to the office and I fucking practically destroyed my clit with my stiff little fingers until I came. Hard and loud."

I still wanted to push things along.

"Cara, so you met Louise. You had a kiss. This isn't helping me a lot. Where the fuck are you going with this?"

"OK, Ron. We meet a couple of times for coffee. Louise talks to me openly about her and you. I'm like her confidante."

I winced. I once thought I was Louise's 'confidante'.

"One day, we're having coffee, and Louise suggests we go for dinner that week. She suggests Thursday night. She says she can cover it with you by saying she's going for after-work drinks. I reserve a slot at that Sushi restaurant I mentioned before. I'm lucky. Sandy has a friend works there, otherwise no chance of a reservation."

Cara takes another drag on her cigarette.

"So we have Sushi. Louise is very open. That was the night I felt some chemistry, real chemistry, between us. For the first time. She tells me about you and her, and another guy. By then she's told me you're gay, how you all fucked a few nights before with this other guy. She said she felt jealous of him, I forget his name. She said she thought you'd fallen in love with him. And that you were fucking him behind her back. Ron, she got quite upset. We left the restaurant. Louise started crying, and we got a Lyft here."

Cara put her cigarette down in the ashtray.

"Ron, so, we got back here. Louise immediately comes onto me. I swear it, it was HER taking the lead. Oh, how I loved it. We kissed like teenage lovers. Fuck, I REALLY loved it. Shit, I'm getting moist even thinking about it now. I actually got to suck on Louise's gorgeous titties for the first time. Then, I squat down, I put a finger in her wet pussy, she calls it 'cunny', but you know that. She seems to be loving it as well, she's very excited. But then she kind of instantly snaps out of it again, like a fucking light switch has been turned off. She's very apologetic. But she says she needs to go home to you. I get her a Lyft, and she goes home. I had to make do with what was left of the flavor of Louise's pussy juices off of my fingers and a solo vibrator session. Ron, my God. I was seriously into Louise by then. I think I'd fallen in love with your wife."

Cara paused, then looked over directly at me.

"Any questions, Ron? 'bout what I've just told you?"

I shook my head, then raised my eyebrows, indicating that Cara should continue.

"No, Cara, go on."

"Anyway, one Wednesday, it's after Christmas, Louise calls me. She says she's out for a work drink the following night. Not the Irish place this week, it's a Mexican place, El Poblano, you probably know it. Says they'll be eating, but I should come at nine and we'll have a drink and a talk.

"Anyway, I turn up at the place, quarter after nine, and I have a Strawberry Margarita. Louise sees me and comes over to where I'm sat. We talk. She mentions a party you're going to at the weekend. She tells me about the things you've done. I definitely feel something. Shit, pretty soon my panties are soaking. I actually told Louise how wet I was, she just giggled. Anyway, I decide to try and persuade Louise to come here, to the apartment. She says she wants to, she'd really like to, but you're home. The boys, etcetera. I'm pretty turned on.

"Spur of the moment, I say, hey, wait a minute. I suggest we can stop off at my office. I tell Louise it's on the way to your place anyways. Louise agrees, she says her goodbyes to her work people. That guy Rudy, I think he's there again. The older guy, the boss, he isn't. I agree to wait outside so it doesn't look like we're leaving together. I was so fucking worried Louise wouldn't come out. But she did. So, we come to the office. I nearly fucking set the alarm off. Jesus, that was close. Talk about Sandy. I got it last try on the keycode. I wasn't drunk, but I was fat-fingered nervous. I really wanted to make love to Louise."

Cara looked over at me.

"Ron, you need another beer? You're still listening, right?"

"No beer, Cara. And I'm still listening. Please, carry on."

Cara picked up her pack of cigarettes.

"Shit, no smokes. Ron, sorry, I need to do this."

I realized what was happening when Cara pulled out the polyethene wrap and the miniature spoon. I watched as Cara took two deep snorts of coke. She wiped her nose, then picked her wine glass back up.

Before Cara continued, I butted in.

"Cara. Does Louise do coke?"

Cara stared at me.

"Ron, that's something you'd have to ask Louise."

Shit. That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I'd expected a straight 'no'.

"OK, Ron. So that night is the night, the one I showed you in the picture. You can check this with Louise, but earlier this week we looked at the pictures that were shot that night, the movie as well, and Louise asked me to bring the stills to your place last night. I think there was some scenario, maybe she'd worked it all out in advance, but there was some scenario she had in mind last night, that we were gonna all look at the pictures on your PC."

Cara stood up.

"One minute, Ron. I have a pack of cigarettes in the bedroom I use for joints. Sorry, gimme a minute."

Cara walked into the bedroom. As she crossed the floor I got a good look at her enhanced breasts through the gap in her robe. They weren't at all bad. I remembered her pierced nipples.

Cara was gone about a minute then walked back into the room.

"Tada!" she exclaimed as she displayed a box pack of Marlboro Reds in her right hand.

Cara sat down and lit up. She took a deep inhale before closing her eyes, then pursed her lips upwards and expelled a long thin jet of blue-ish smoke towards the ceiling. She opened her eyes and turned her gaze back to me.

"OK, Ron. Where were we? Yes. Right. Now before we do anything, you know, anything sexual, Louise and me we sit down, have a smoke, have a drink. I've got a bottle of Pinot Grigio in my mini-fridge in the office, I keep if for exclusive clients. I have a few pretty decent clients. Big spenders."

Jesus, I thought, this woman can talk.

"So, Louise really opens up. She says she's sure you're cheating on her. With a guy. Daniel. No, wait, fuck, not Daniel.. what was it? David. Yes, fucking David! She tells me how you love transex people, you know, chicks with dicks. She says this David is part-time transex, and she thinks that you love him. More than just physical."

I gulped, tried to do it without Cara seeing my reaction. Cara raised her eyebrows.

"Ron, sorry to say this, but she was maybe right."

Cara flicked some more ash into the ashtray. Took another slow drag.

"So, Ron, that night. We have sex. You know that already. Great sex actually. Sorry to say that again. And we continue to see each other. Daytimes for coffee. I shut the store over lunchtime and we come here. Anyway, next thing might be of interest to you. If you're thinking of saving your relationship, I mean. Relevant shit."

Another drag. A drink of wine.

"One day, we've had sex, lunchtime session. Toys. Jesus, Louise likes toys. But you know that."

Did I? I didn't necessarily think that. Another thing I'd missed?

"So, we're lying in bed sharing a post-fuck joint, and Louise asks me if I'd fuck you. Straight out asks me. With her watching, she adds. I don't reply immediately. The dope is good, and I'm still not fully down from my multiple orgasms. But I'm into the idea. I mean, if it makes Louise happy. So, she takes a piss, then gets her phone, and shows me some pictures. You. Goes without saying, Ron, I think you're handsome. She actually shows me a movie of you fucking some girl's ass. Blonde girl, your age, a few tattoos, very attractive. By the way, Ron, you have a nice cock. Very photogenic. Louise told me they'd had a thing going, her and this girl. Old school friends. I was so fucking jealous, I admit it."

It must have been Debbie. Red Gables. Fuck me, practically 'day zero'. Fabio, Debbie. That seemed a lifetime ago. Jesus.

"Anyway, Ron, we're kind of up to date now. I met Louise earlier this week. She set up what happened yesterday. She told me to bring the pictures we had of our office love session, or email them. But she also told me that she knew you were fucking this guy called Rudy. That he'd told her. Ron, guy sounds like he's an ass-hat. Louise says he even told her you fucked each other before any swinging shit you and Louise got into happened. I don't think that's true, right?"

My face probably gave it away. Cara raised her eyebrows.

"Oh!"

Cara shrugged, and pulled another Marlboro out of the pack beside her and lit it from the tip of her dying butt.

"Well, Ron, I think you owe Louise an explanation if that's true. More wine needed, one minute."

I waited as Cara poured the remainder of the wine bottle into her glass. Then I heard the refrigerator door open, then click shut, before I heard a soft pop as Cara opened another bottle of beer.

Cara walked over to me with her Marlboro dangling from her lips, wine glass in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other. I put my empty down, and accepted the fresh bottle. I took a deep draught, as Cara sat back down.

"OK Ron. Like I told you about the pictures of Louise and me. We'd discussed looking at them with you last night. All three of us together. But the Louise and Sandy stuff was a surprise when I first watched the footage back.

"First, I know Sandy has on occasion brought guys to the office for a quickie. Shit I've watched it. I always check for unusual activity in the office. I could even watch live if I wanted to, it's set up to stream here. That same guy, the one with Louise, whatshisname, Rudy. Sandy's fucked him at least once before and I have the whole thing down on cam. I can show you if you want?"

I shook my head.

"So Thursday night, Louise is either so wasted she forgets, or she just doesn't fucking care, cos she knows about the security cam. Or maybe she's sending a message. I thought at first to me, but honestly Ron, I'm flattering myself. I think the message was intended for you. Maybe she thought I might bring it to your place. I think she meant for me to see the movie and to show you the movie. So I did. But to be clear, she can't for certain know I have the footage, and she sure as shit doesn't know I've shown it to you. This part I'm guessing."

I remained silent. Cara looked over at me, took a slow pull on her Marlboro before exhaling.

"Did I answer your question, Ron? Yes? No?"

"Yes," I replied, quietly. I tried to gather my thoughts. I took a slug of beer. I breathed out.

"Cara, how come you said that you think it would help me, I can't remember exactly, how it would help Louise and me stick together? Work things out? I think you said something like that, right?"

Cara looked like she was thinking for a few seconds.

"OK. Ron, Louise knows you've been fucking that guy behind her back. The guy himself, Rudy, has told her. You need to talk about it with Louise. I thought if I showed you the movie you'd be more interested in an open and frank discussion. I think if you thought you'd get away with it, you'd lie to her. If you lied, Louise told me that she would leave you. Ron, Louise told me that last night she'd ask you straight up if you'd fucked Rudy behind her back. If you said 'no', she was gonna give you some proof she knew. Something on her phone. And she was going to divorce you. Now it didn't happen last night, she changed her mind. I'm honestly not sure why, and I was having fun, so I didn't push it.

"But think about it, Ron. You go home now, and Louise asks you, and you lie to her. If she's still on the same page as before, well, fuck Ron, you're fucked. It's over. I'm trying to stop that. Ron, I love Louise. But I know how much she loves you, and I cannot watch that love die. Even if I lose out."

I sat there in silence for a half a minute, maybe longer.

"Ron, are you fucking getting this? To make it clear, and don't think for a minute this is some fucking double bluff, last Thursday's cam shit makes it clear. Louise KNOWS, and she's looking for some honesty from you. Tell Louise the truth, goddammit. You lie, well .. fuck, just don't lie. She'll fucking divorce you. I know it. For real!"

I didn't know what to say.

"And one thing, Ron. Totally get this complete dick Rudy out of both of your lives!"

Cara crushed out her cigarette, and looked over at me.

"Now are you gonna fuck my ass, or what?"

I glanced up. Cara smiled at me.

"I've got some weed in the bedroom, give me a few minutes while I roll a joint."

TO BE CONTINUED