Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 53

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If you skipped the last chapter, Ron and Cara have just had their dinner date interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Rudy. More Machiavellian machinations from Louise!

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I closed the front door in a daze. Jesus!

Rudy also seemed speechless for a moment. He pulled himself together quickly. Well, kind of.

"That was..? Oh. I.. Ron, I, ..", Rudy seemed totally confused as he turned first to me, then back to Cara before finally settling his uncertain gaze back on me.

"Who is this woma..?"

"Rudy, why don't you just fuck off, OK? Now is NOT a good time!"

Rudy glanced over at Cara again, then quickly turned his attention back to me. He really did seem confused as hell.

He gulped then spoke.

"I can see it might not be a good time, Ron, but Louise, well, she said I should come over, at 10 o'clock, sharp, that you'd agreed.. She was definite.. Eh, I should come.. 10 .. and.. she said we would talk, I.. She.."

Cara burst out laughing. That staccato cackle again. She was practically in fits, before she regained control.

I stared at Cara as she took a deep drag on her cigarette before tipping some ash into the ashtray in front of her. She caught my gaze.

"Oh, no Ron. NO! I did NOT know lover boy here was coming over. No fucking WAY, did I know. I had nothing to do with this. Oh Louise, you are a fucking marvel! Or a fucking puppet-master, more like! Jeez! You never cease to amaze me, girl!"

I turned back to Rudy. He still looked confused.

"Ron, sorry I didn't know. Eh, your girlfriend.. Ehm, I won't tell Louise, but.."

"Shut the FUCK up, Rudy!" I almost shouted, "This is NOT what you think it is!"

I heard Cara's phone buzz.

She dangled her cigarette from her mouth as she looked closely at the screen, her face briefly screwed up in concentration. Then she looked away from her phone, theatrically raising her eyebrows.

"I think you better see this, Ron."

I walked over to Cara who handed me her phone. A text. From Louise no less.

-- I take it Rudy has arrived? Have fun you three! If Ron didn't beat his ass already! LOL

Fucking Louise! I could not fucking believe it.

I handed Cara her phone back. She looked me in the eye and gave a wily smile.

"Well Ron, I'm up for it if you are?"

Before I could answer, Cara spoke over in Rudy's direction.

"Rudy, I take it you've no objections? If we, you know.."

Rudy looked just as dumbfounded as me. What the fuck was going on? Louise, what the fucking fuck!

I heard Rudy muttering a soft 'I don't know..' in response to Cara's question.

He turned and looked at me, "Eh, Ron.. eh, I .. Louise.."

What now, I thought. What now? This was like the unexpected David visit all over again. Fucking Louise! What are you playing at, woman?

I turned back to Rudy, and pointed to the couch.

"Sit the fuck down, Rudy, and let me fucking think. OK? And please, keep your mouth shut for a couple of minutes. OK? Fucking silence, OK?"

Cara gave me a strange look. I fired a stern look back.

"I think we better be quiet, Rudy."

I picked up my phone and headed to the door to the back porch.

"Cara, give me a few minutes. I need to make a phone call. OK?"

I saw Rudy open his mouth but he quickly closed it when he saw the look I gave him.

I went out onto the porch, unlocked my phone and clicked on 'Louise' in my favorites. As her phone rang, I pulled the door closed behind me. I briefly saw Cara heading into the kitchen.

It took a while, but Louise eventually answered.

"Louise?"

"Ron. Hi. I thought you might call."

"What the fuck are you playing at?" I asked. Not too aggressively I hoped. But I was pissed, and I wanted her to know that.

"Calm down Ron. Let me explain. If we've both decided we're going to carry on like before, well not EXACTLY like before, I mean, you fucked Rudy at least twice behind my back, so no more secrets, EVER, well, look at tonight as us trying something new out."

I wasn't totally getting what Louise was saying.

"What do you mean, Louise?"

I heard a sound like a very light 'tip'. It struck me Louise was smoking. I wondered if the boys were tucked up in bed or if they were still awake.

"Louise are you smoking?"

"Yes, Ron, I'm smoking. I'm having a drink with the Mandelson's. Cabin to the left of Mom's facing the lake. Mom's got the boys at our cabin. They're sleeping. I'm out on the Mandelson's deck, on my own. I told them I had to take this call."

"Who are the Mandelson's?" I managed to ask.

"Ron, you met them up here two summers ago. Ben and Ruthie. They're from Connecticut. Remember, we had a picnic with them. Us and the boys. You flew kites."

I vaguely remembered. I thought hard. I seemed to recollect the guy, tall dark haired, perfect teeth. His wife was OK looking, dark complexion, decent figure, nothing special. If I remembered correctly, she spoke with a lisp.

"He's a dentist? Tall guy. She talked funny. They're a Jewish couple, right?"

"That's them," Louise responded.

"Anyway, fuck that, Louise. What I need to know is, what are you trying to pull with this Rudy bullshit?"

Louise paused before replying. She must have been thinking.

"Ron, it's fun meeting new people, and Lord only knows, we've met a ton of new likeminded people since we started our adventures. But from now on, I want us to have regular flexible playmates. We can't always rely on meeting people we feel in synch with, you know sexually, by luck. And I've heard too many horror stories about internet hookups lately."

I wondered where Louise had heard about these horror internet hookups. I was about to ask, but Louise cut me off.

"So," Louise continued, "I want Cara and Rudy, to be like our playmates, so when we decide we want to do something more freaky than normal and we don't want to go through the aggravation of hunting down likeminded people on the internet, or, you know, hiring a prostitute," Louise whispered that last part, "..we have options. People who are also our friends. Ron, remember that time we tried to get that gay waiter to come home with us? Fuck, that was pathetic. So, let's, you know, form a little circle. I also know how much Randall turned you on, you know, when he was 'Raquel'? That's another option we could explore."

I took a deep breath.

"So they'd be, ehm, like our 'Fuck Buddies'?" I growled.

Louise probably detected the pissed off tone in my voice.

"Well Ron, if you want to put it like that, that's up to you. But think about it. And tonight, do whatever you want to with Rudy and Cara. I'm fine with it. And in actual fact, you SHOULD talk to Rudy about how you feel. He likes you, and he'd be risking a lot with Bill if he decides to become one of our special friends. Bill wouldn't be able to know about it. And me fucking Rudy, well that was my idea, and I made it happen, so you shouldn't be too hard on him. It was down to me. Not him."

I was silent for maybe 30 seconds, so much so, that Louise asked me if I was still on the line.

"I'm still here, OK. Fuck, Louise. I really don't know how you do this, you play me like I'm a fucking violin, I.."

"Ron. I have to go. But from now on, in this relationship we're equals. If you can't handle it, let's go back to boring. But I don't think it'll last. The Genie is out of the bottle, let's face it. You and me, we're different people than we were before."

I still didn't really know what to say.

"Wait, what if I wanted to add someone to our fuck roster?"

"Ron, I wouldn't say no, assuming I liked the other person. If I felt some connection. For example, Donna. No way. Look, we can discuss it when I'm home. Tonight, though, well let's just let tonight be tonight"

"Louise.."

Before I could finish, Louise interrupted me.

"Ron, I won't lie to you. I've explained some of the new aspects of our personal setup to the Mandelson's. They asked why you weren't here, and well, maybe it was the vodka, but I felt like being honest. Well, not totally honest, I think Ben's a homophobe. I only mentioned our stuff with other girls, and other couples. The freaky stuff a 'straight' man would like, I suppose. Anyway, I think Ruthie might be interested in a threesome. Ben sure as hell is. I've been giving him the come-on all night! I have that black low-cut top on tonight, the one you like, the one my mom thinks makes me look like a slut. When Ruthie's gone to the bathroom, I've been casually leaning over and brushing my titties against his arm, pretending I need to so I can pick up my pack of cigarettes or my drink. That kind of thing. Things I used to do before I met you, to let guys know I wanted them to fuck me. He's even run his hand over my ass a couple of times when Ruthie wasn't looking. I've also been trying to seduce Ruthie when Ben leaves the room. She seems interested. She hasn't smoked since high school, but she's joined me twice for a smoke and a confidential chat on the deck while Ben's gone to take a piss. I think she can be persuaded. She actually asked me what pussy tastes like. Can you believe it? A few more drinks is all it takes, I think."

Louise paused, to take another drag on her cigarette I supposed. I was angry, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Once again I felt totally helpless. Louise was in control. And what was I gonna do? Drive up there now? Give Louise an ultimatum?

Louise carried on.

"Ron, do exactly what you want to do tonight. With Cara, or Rudy, or preferably both. You need to loosen up a little. I mean generally, with how you deal with our situation. We'll speak when I'm home, just you and me. But I have to go back in now. And do NOT call me again tonight. Or we're finished. We'll talk about this when I'm home. So, like I said, don't call me."

Before I could speak, I knew Louise had hung up on me.

Fuck!

I walked back in to find the living room empty. Jesus, what the fuck now?

Had they both left? I could see Cara's long overcoat still hanging up, so it looked like she was still here. I walked into the kitchen, noticing a champagne cork by the refrigerator. I was confused.

I started to walk upstairs and heard talking from the master bedroom. Fuck! What were they thinking? In MY fucking house? Jesus, was I like some fucking doormat everybody could just walk all over?

I walked into the bedroom, in half a mind to tell Rudy AND Cara to both immediately get the fuck out my house. They were both lounging on the bed. Naked. Well, Cara wasn't totally naked, she still had the gladiator boots on.

Cara took a sip of champagne and smiled at me.

"Well, Ron, as you can see, the boots stayed on. I mean, if I took them off we'd probably still be trying to lace them back up when Louise got home next week."

"Cara.."

"Ron, here, beside the bed, your glass of champagne. Grab it. Join us. I found a good one, come see!"

Cara pointed to my computer sitting on her naked lap. Another thing I wasn't happy about. I should have locked it. Rudy was leaned over looking at the screen.

"This one is more like it, c'mon, I'll restart it."

Cara summoned me over using her finger. Rudy made as if to speak.

"Rudy, shut up. Please, don't speak, OK? Not now."

I walked over to the bedside table noticing that Rudy's dick was already three quarters of the way hard. I picked up the glass of champagne, took a healthy drink, then refilled my glass from the bottle on the bedside table.

Cara patted the bed. "Rudy, squeeze over. Ron, here, next to me."

I sat down next to Cara.

"OK, Ron, this one is a good one. Watch."

Cara was still on Donna's website. She clicked on play and the title screen faded in then out. It was titled, 'BI BI Barry!'

I started to watch.

There was the usual Donna intro monologue.

'My friend Sissy went on a cruise, lucky bitch, and she asked me to check on her teen son, Barry, when she was away. My oh my, was I in for a surprise!'

The opening scene saw Donna enter a large townhouse. It wasn't her's, it was much bigger. She was wearing a tight low cut mini-dress, red, with black stocking tops visible, and shiny red high heels. She headed to the bottom of a large staircase, her footsteps echoing loudly on the hard floor as she walked.

'Barry, honey? Barry? You home?'

No reply.

'Where is that boy?'

The scene cut to Donna entering a bedroom. The camera then went in close-up to her face as she flashed a wide-eyed look of surprise before it panned back out to take in a view of what looked like a teenage boy sucking a huge dick attached to a big shaved headed guy.

Fuck! 'Barry' was Robert! Shawna's ex-boyfriend. The guy having his cock eaten was the big guy who I'd seen before in Donna's 'whore' movie, the guy who looked like a bouncer, and who'd shafted her in an alleyway.

There was a brief exchange; 'Barry, what are you doing? / Please don't tell mom! / OK, it will be our secret, but you'll need to do something for me in return!', before the main action started.

It started with the guys sucking on a fat titty each, Donna's ample breasts were flopped over the pulled down front of her red dress. The scene then flipped to Donna sucking both cocks, taking turns with her mouth every few seconds as she slobbered on the bald dude's monster cock and 'Barry' (Robert's) thinner but more nicely shaped member. That was followed by Donna and the big bouncer type giving young 'Barry' (aka Robert) a wet double BJ on the bed. I noted that the bald guy looked like a very accomplished cocksucker. From there, the action moved onto Donna impaled on the big guy's cock from above, while Barry mouth fucked Donna and the guy alternately. Then a DP, 'Barry' slipping his cock into Donna's heavily lubed asshole while the big dude was still underneath Donna deep in her cunt.

At the business end of the movie, the cumshots were firstly the bald dude with the huge cock spraying a load onto Donna's tits, which 'Barry' enthusiastically gobbled up. This was followed by a poorly edited jerky switch to Barry who was stood up frantically jerking off as both Donna and the big guy, kneeling, waited a little too long with their tongues out eager for the payload. Which they eventually got, all three stringy spurts of Barry (Robert's) cum, which they finally theatrically shared in tongue- swapping close-up.

Cara turned to me.

"That was more like it! Ron, you ever think about appearing in one of Donna's movies yourself? You clearly like them, your dick doesn't lie!"

Cara softly brushed her fingers over my dick, which was now painfully erect.

She let out a 'Cara cackle' again before asking me to refill her champagne glass. I noticed Rudy needed a top-up and poured some of the cold fizzy liquid into his glass.

"Fuck, I'm sooooohhh fucking wet!"

I had half-noticed that Cara had been methodically frigging her clit throughout the Donna bi movie.

"OK, who's gonna eat my pussy first? Ron? Rudy?"

I look nonplussed. Cara seemed to sense my discomfort. It wasn't Cara that was bothering me, it was that I still wasn't totally cool with Rudy being in bed with us. I thought about asking him to leave, but Cara beat me to the punch.

"OK, Rudy, looks like you're up first. Ron, c'mon. This is all about fun, remember?"

Rudy put his champagne glass down and twisted round so he could lean over Cara. They kissed, then he slid downwards, pausing when his head was just above Cara's waist. He accidentally, I thought at first it was an accident, touched my thigh as he got in position. I withdrew to the very edge of the bed.

Cara took a drink.

"Come on Rudy. I like it rough. Tongue all the way into my hole, and when you're on my clit, forget this tippy tongue tippy tappy bullshit. Full force with ALL of your tongue. I can take it. Just don't bite me. Go!"

Rudy leaned in and started eating out Cara's cunt. She let out a soft 'Ooh', then took another sip of champagne and looked at me. Cara seemed to shiver for a second.

"Ooh! Put this down for me Ron, please."

I took the glass from Cara's left hand and put it on the bedside table. As I put the glass down, I had to raise myself up slightly, and my body moved closer to Cara's face. As my stiff dick flopped forward, Cara started gently fondling my balls and cock. By now, I'd put all thoughts of 'talk', or telling either or both of them to fuck off, firmly to one side. I'd had about three aborted ejaculations the night before, and my frustrated aching balls had taken control of my thought processes.

I pushed forward allowing Cara to take me in her mouth. I felt her mouth encircling my glans, and gasped as she started repetitively tonguing the pressure point on the underside of the tip of my dick.

Fuck, she's good, I thought. For a second I considered the boy/girl debate (who sucked cock better, boys or girls?) and was finding myself dragged back to the side of the girls, before I gave up thinking about anything at all as Cara expertly pleasured me orally.

I turned and noticed how Rudy was now pressing down onto Cara's cunt, with his lower back and ass raised up from the bed.

Fuck it. I jerked back, my cock plopping out of Cara's wet mouth. I put my feet on the floor. I moved round and positioned myself behind Rudy.

"Keep going Rudy, looks like Ron wants to join in the fun."

Cara giggled as she gripped Rudy's head tightly with both hands stopping him from looking up.

I spat, two, three times, into my right hand, then smeared the glistening pool of saliva all over my tingling cock.

Then I carefully knelt up on the bed behind Rudy, before positioning my cock at the entrance to his asshole. Cara's eyes widened. She knew what was coming. I suspected Rudy did too.

Tightly gripping my shaft, I slowly forced my cockhead into Rudy's asshole before pausing for a few seconds. Rudy stopped licking Cara for a moment, trying to move his head upwards. Cara pushed down harder on the back of Rudy's head with both her hands.

"Oh, no, you don't! Keep going, Rudy. This is good, fucking good, don't stop!" Cara commanded.

I slowly pushed my full length deep into Rudy's shithole. Rudy hissed, then let out a muffled whelp as Cara firmly pressed his face deeper into her cunt.

"Rudy, goddamn it, don't forget me! Go on, you're good at this. Keep eating my pussy!"

I slowly pulled back, looking down so that I could see my slippery pole easing back out of Rudy's asshole until I was virtually all the way out. Then with every ounce of force I could muster I slammed my dick all the way back into Rudy's asshole.

Then I cut loose. OUT! IN! OUT! IN! Harder. HARDER!

I remembered the time I'd fucked Louise the night I'd caught her with Bill. It was like I wanted revenge. Then. And now. I wanted to fuck this bitch's ass like he'd fucked Louise the other week. Fuck, what I really wanted was to stick it to that dentist bastard, the one who was probably fucking my wife right now. As I brutally pumped Rudy's ass, in my mind I pictured Louise getting fucked by the dentist up by the lake. I was shocked but not really surprised that the thought of Louise having sex with the Mandelson's was making me even hornier.

A barked command pulled me back from the lake in my imagination and back into the bedroom.

"Harder, Ron! Harder!"

But it was Cara who'd shouted out. She was still forcing Rudy's face into her wet cunt. I could hear muffled moans escaping from the sides of Rudy's mouth as I tried to totally destroy his asshole with my cock.

"Ron, Ron! Wait, pull it out when you're gonna cum!" It was Cara again. I wondered for a second who took control when Louise and Cara were together.

Cara released Rudy's head, before edging off of the bed. She quickly walked behind me. I still never dropped the intensity. I was hammering my cock in and out of Rudy's ass, who was now letting out a dull loud grunt on every thrust inwards.

Cara started kissing my right shoulder, then bit it lightly. She moved up and started sucking on my neck. Then she ran her tongue up to my ear, before biting it, firmly but not too painfully.

Fuck. I felt the TWINGE!

I pulled out, then frantically grabbed my cock and jerked it like Robert had done in the porno we'd just watched until I literally exploded.

The first wave of my orgasm hit me like a tsunami. Fuck, this was STRONG! A long thick milky rope of cum splattered up the middle of Rudy's back. I pushed my cock downwards as another spurt shot out. I smeared this second deposit of cum onto the base of Rudy's back as I pushed my twitching cock forwards, sliding it up Rudy's soft skin as my orgasm continued to flood through me. I released a desperate high-pitched gasp as a final spurt pulsed out of my slit and onto Rudy's back.

Then I stopped.

Before I could gather my breath, Cara grabbed me and mashed her tongue through my lips and deep into my mouth. Eventually she released me and leaned in close to Rudy's back. Then she meticulously lapped up all of my cum with her tongue, before she turned her face back towards my cock. She looked up at me and smiled, before taking my cock in her mouth and squeezing out the final few drops of my cum with her pink lips.

Cara then flopped back down on the bed, a wide smile on her face. I stood up, and backed away a few steps.

Rudy still hadn't spoken since we'd started fucking.

It was Cara who broke the post-coital silence.

"OK, Rudy, take a second. I want you to fuck me. HARD. As hard as Ron just fucked you. I'll show you what to do."

I turned my body left and walked into the bathroom. I still wasn't in the mood for 'talking'.

==

After about five minutes, I returned to find Rudy on top of Cara, pumping her for all he was worth, missionary style, her leather bound legs up in the air as Rudy grunted and Cara moaned. I pulled out the chair by Louise's dresser and sat down. I sipped from a glass of champagne as they fucked in front of me. My cock wasn't responsive, not yet anyway. As Rudy approached climax, his grunts turned to loud "Ah's!". My mind drifted back to Louise and her probably fucking Mr Perfect Teeth dentist and his wife upstate. She was probably bouncing up and down on his circumcised cock at that very moment. Or eating his wife's cunt. I shook my head, then looked back up as Rudy dumped a load into Cara with a series of cries that sounded like a small dog yelping. I felt relieved that the sound on Cara's security cam hadn't been on.

Rudy climbed off of Cara. Cara looked over at me.

"I haven't had an orgasm yet, Ron, I hope you can re-charge."

Rudy got up from the bed, and stood in front of me, his softening cock gleaming with Cara's juices. Maybe on another night, I'd have leaned forward and extracted the last traces of cum from Rudy's cunt-juice covered dick. But not tonight.

Rudy stood staring at me. I looked up at him.

"Rudy, let's talk to tomorrow, OK? I'll call you. When's a good time?"

"Well, Bill's in the office tomorrow. I'd say around 1pm is best. Friday, he usually cuts out around 3pm, and comes home. I could do my run before lunch. You'll call, right?"

"Yes, Rudy, I'll call. Between 1pm and 2pm. I promise. Now, I just need you to go. I'm sorry, I really need you to go. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Ron, well Louise, well.."

"Rudy, please. I know. 'Louise'. Not now. Tomorrow. I promise."

Cara poured the last of the champagne into her glass, and lit a cigarette. She smoked in silence as Rudy freshened up, got dressed, and let himself out.

I went and got the second bottle of champagne from downstairs, and climbed back into bed next to Cara.

"Cara, can we talk some more? Before we, you know.. ?"

I told Cara about the conversation I'd had with Louise. It turned out that Cara had no idea that Louise had been thinking about fucking anyone while we had our brief hiatus. Cara rationalized it was 'spur of the moment', and again, she urged me not to read too much into it.

"Ron, focus on the fun aspects. Even with Louise. She's allowed to have fun too, you know. And I'm sure she loves only you. She's told me. And anyway, maybe nothing happened tonight? Maybe the wife got cold feet?"

Eventually, I got hard again. I fucked Cara missionary, the way she liked it. After a few minutes, she came, hard, with a shuddering jolt that caused her vaginal muscles to tightly contract on my dick, which in turn seemed to spontaneously set me off, the action sucking the sperm deep from out of my balls. It was a decent orgasm for me, but nothing like my earlier climax.

Then we fell asleep. Cara did ask me to help her take her Gladiator sandals off before I turned the lights out. It took a few minutes.

Cara left early the next day to 'open the store'. We didn't do a morning fuck. I mean I had my usual wake-up hardon, but Cara was in a hurry. As she dressed, I noticed that she'd brought a change of shoes.

After Cara left, I got ready for a 9am Home Office start. I had a headache. Too much wine. As I logged on to work, all I could think about was Louise getting fucked by the dentist. I sighed as I realized my cock was getting hard again just thinking about it. I flipped to Pornhub, and typed 'wife sharing' in the search box.

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