Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 6
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I was awoken around 7:30am by a cramp in my right leg. After the previous night's exertions, make that the previous DAY's exertions, I'd somehow managed to sleep quite well, squeezed in between my wife Louise and her best friend Debbie.
I lightly kissed Louise on her back. But she stayed moored in a deep sleep. On my other side, Debbie was also out to the World, breathing peacefully through her mouth as she was tilted on the pillow by my left shoulder. Even after a night's uncomfortable sleep there was no denying Debbie's innate beauty.
I got out of bed carefully then went to the bathroom. I closed the door to the main bedroom to deaden the noise, then filled the bathtub. I relaxed in the bathtub for at least 20 minutes before Louise entered the bathroom.
"Morning, baby", Louise said tiredly as she sat down to take a piss, "We're gonna have to leave by 9:30, I told mom we'd get the kids before 11".
Louise lifted herself up, then wiped herself off, before flushing the toilet.
"You want this bathtub?", I asked Louise.
"No baby, but if you finish up your bath quickly I'm sure Debbie can be persuaded to help me suck that juicy cock of yours before we have to get ready and leave. I'll shower afterwards".
When I re-entered the bedroom, Debbie seemed to still be half asleep, but accepted the lit Marlboro Louise passed to her before taking a tired puff.
Debbie yawned and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke at the same time. Then seeing me, flashed me a smile.
"Oh, fuck. What a night! Morning, Ron! Ready for a quickie?"
Ten minutes later I'd enjoyed both Louise and Debbie jointly sloppily sucking my cock before I ejaculated into Debbie's willing mouth. Louise tongued half of my seed out of Debbie's mouth, before both women swallowed and headed to the bathroom. I'd had worse starts to a day.
Before Debbie left, we all three watched the video Louise had shot on Debbie's phone.
A few seconds of out of focus flesh tone, then we heard Debbie pant, "Do it, you FUCKER, fuck my ass HARD!". The picture sharpened. We watched my glistening dick in dramatic close-up, sliding in and out of Debbie's stretched asshole. For me, it was a touch too gynecological for my taste. Then I remembered this was MY cock reaming MY wife's best friend's asshole. At one point in the recording, Louise had unintentionally moved into a position so you could see both mine and Debbie's faces. And when Louise had dropped the phone you could also clearly make out Louise's face for a few seconds before her wobbling tits were all that filled the screen from above as the phone camera had settled on the floor facing upwards. As our "home movie" reached its climax, the sounds were incredible. This was when Louise was roughly abusing Debbie's clit with her stiff fingers as I came in Debbie's shitter.
We agreed to keep the movie. Debbie quickly shared it with Louise via her phone's email app. Debbie told Louise that she'd be up for hearing about any further "interesting" sexual adventures we might come up with. All "Lou" had to do was call, and if the setup appealed, Debbie was in. The girls finally arranged to meet for lunch that Wednesday.
Debbie left 15 minutes before Louise and I vacated the room. I tried not to look at the invoice as we checked out. We'd charged dinner and the champagne to the room last night. But the sex had been incredible. Could I really put a price on the experiences of this weekend?
As we put our bags in the trunk of the car, Louise's iPhone pinged. I was thinking it would be Louise's mom checking when we were leaving. Then I heard a quiet "Oh, oh!" exit Louise's lips. She handed me the phone.
The text was from her boss Bill. I read it standing by the side of the car.
"Louise, take Tuesday and Thursday off, but stop by my place for dinner Friday 7pm. Bring your husband. We need to talk"
Louise looked at me. After I'd clashed with Bill, Louise must have been worried about losing her job. Even though it was maximum three days a week, Louise was studying to get her real estate license, and the money was very welcome. I hadn't thought about the job angle much. The last few days had been a whirlwind. What was more on my mind was whether Bill's text had anything to do with my clandestine visit to Bill's home. When I'd fucked Bill's cute young boyfriend Rudy in the ass. And sucked Rudy off and swallowed his come. I felt a little nervous, but tried to put my anxiety to the back of my mind.
I noticed Louise was still staring at me. I looked at her, slightly confused.
"Ron! What do I do?", she pleaded.
So, Louise wasn't totally in control? I surprised myself as I calmly responded.
"Tell Bill we'll be there. And tell him we like Italian food."
I had a super busy week at work, so I really didn't have too much time to worry about what was going to happen at Bill's. I felt confident Rudy wasn't going to spill the beans about our liaison, especially if he wanted to avoid pissing off his "Sugar Daddy".
Friday night came soon enough. As I parked in the street outside Bill's townhouse, I looked at Louise. I spoke first.
"Baby, how do you want to play this? Is this to smooth over what happened, make sure Bill doesn't fire you? Or is there anything else to this? Anything I should know?"
Louise looked surprised. But I'd felt I had to ask. Last weekend's sex had seen Louise manipulate scenarios to her satisfaction. Hell, she'd manipulated ME. Big style.
"Ron, you know as well as I do, we can't really afford for me to lose this job. And if I get my license, that means opportunities. I'm hoping we can smooth things over. One way or another. All I ask is you keep your cool, and do not hit anybody. Not Bill. Not Rudy. You lash out, I think that might be the end of us."
I left it at that. We walked up to Bill's front door and I rang the doorbell. Much as I'd done a week before.
As had happened a week previously, it was Rudy who answered.
"Hi Louise! Hi Ron! Come right in, Bill and I are expecting you."
Rudy was casually dressed. A loose white linen shirt unbuttoned to just below his breast bone, loose powder blue linen pants. Brown Birkenstocks.
Rudy leaned in and embraced Louise. A continental style "air kiss" on each of Louise's cheeks finished off the welcome.
Rudy turned to me. He reached out his right-hand, and we shook. Firmly. I flushed slightly.
"Ron, I think I remember you from the barbecue Bill had a few months ago! Pleased to meet you again."
I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Rudy was playing it cool, and for that I was very thankful. But there was still Bill to deal with.
I let Rudy guide us to Bill's living room. Bill was sitting on the white leather couch. The couch Rudy and I had fucked on. As we entered the room, Bill immediately stood up and moved to the middle of the lushly carpeted floor. I noticed the exercise cycle that had been in the room the first time I visited was nowhere to be seen.
Bill was also casual. A white Lacoste polo shirt and charcoal cotton pants. I was glad I hadn't overdressed, having chosen a blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt and chinos myself.
"Louise! I'm so glad you could come! You look fantastic!", Bill exclaimed.
Bill wasn't wrong.
Louise wore her hair like she'd done at Red Gables when we'd dined at the Frenchie. Her make-up was understated but sophisticated, her eye shadow a powdery swirl of silver and dark gray while a deep red lipstick accentuated Louise's delicious lips. No eyeglasses tonight, Louise was "lensed-up".
Louise wore a loose black off-shoulder blouse shirt which laced up at the back. While the shirt was loose, Louise's ample bust easily filled the front of the garment. For whatever reason, Louise had decided to forego a bra. I'd decided not to argue when I'd noticed Louise was bra-less as we were about to leave our house. Even when in the kitchen our babysitter's boyfriend's eyes had almost popped out of his head as I saw him ogling Louise's stiff nipples.
Louise had accessorized with two thick bronze bangles on her left wrist. And, to finish off the look, Louise had put on a tight pair of blue jeans which hugged her legs until they flared out from the calf. A pair of black leather mid-heeled pumps were visible poking slightly from under the denim. Louise carried her "Special" purse, a black Chanel I'd spent a fortune on five years before when we'd been in Vegas and I'd won big at the craps table.
Bill hugged Louise tightly. I inwardly tensed. I was still coming to terms with what had happened over the last week.
"Bill, thanks", Louise said as Bill released her.
Bill then turned to me and held out his hand.
"Ron, I want to welcome you into my home. The only time you've been here before, I had a lot of guests. I'd like this visit to be more personal."
I smiled inwardly. The joke's on you, motherfucker, I thought. I was here last week, and it couldn't get any MORE personal than me coming in your boyfriend's ass.
Bill broke into that train of thought as he continued speaking.
"Louise. Ron. I'd like to talk about last week, I want to make things right. But first, Rudy, open the Prosecco. We've gone full Italian tonight, I've ordered in from Carlotto's, they're a client. I just need Rudy to heat and serve when we're all good and ready."
Carlotto's was a well-known Italian eatery in town. Bill must have pulled some influence to get them to deliver.
I wasn't sure what to do, so, in line with my recent behavior, I acquiesced, and reached out and shook Bill's hand. A simple "Hi Bill" was my only verbal response.
I wondered why I'd gone so passive this last week. It was like I was just floating in this dreamlike tide of Louise's making, letting it pull me whatever way it was flowing. This wasn't normal for me. I instinctively knew deep inside it was because I didn't want to break up with Louise. But Louise's recent dominance in our emotional sphere was something I felt I had to somehow change. How soon would that change occur? Well I wasn't sure about that.
I was still worried that my secret gay fuck with Rudy would come to light. One thing I certainly didn't want to do was to "up the tension" during this evening's proceedings. In case Rudy reacted with some hormonal gay hissy fit in defense of his lover, and fucked everything up for me. I was still thinking like the old Ron, the one who thought all faggots acted like little girls. Even though I'd come out myself in the last 10 days or so, it was hard to shake my old inbuilt prejudices. Even after what I'd done with Rudy and Fabio. Even now, I feel sometimes.
As we stood there together in Bill's living room, I couldn't escape thinking that Rudy still turned me on. Even as I stood here with Louise, in this weird fucked up situation.
Rudy came back with a chilled bottle of Prosecco he lifted from a mahogany table by the French windows heading out to Bill's deck. He popped the cork, and swiftly filled four glasses that were on a glass table near the couch. Rudy handed the first fizzy glass to Louise, then next reached one over to Bill, then lastly, he turned to me, the remaining two glasses in his hands.
Rudy looked into my eyes. Like he was looking deep inside me. It was like he KNEW I wanted to fuck him. Like he KNEW I was desperate to suck his cock. He pushed a glass in my direction, which I accepted while trying to keep my cool.
Rudy smiled at me before turning back to the others. He proposed a toast. "OK, everyone. Here's to a great evening, and a night of fun, leading to a long-lasting friendship between the four of us."
We all clinked glasses in response. I swallowed a cold mouthful of fizzy Prosecco. I was more of a champagne fan, when we could afford it, but I had to admit this was good.
Bill prompted Louise and I to sit down, pointing to the white leather couch. The couch on which I'd fucked Rudy. That couch.
Rudy sat down opposite on an easy chair. While still standing, Bill reached onto the glass table and fished out two Marlboros from a half-full pack that lay next to a large crystal ashtray. He passed one to Louise, extended his hand to light Louise's cigarette with a gold lighter (it looked expensive) and then lit his own.
He turned to me.
"You're like Rudy, Ron!"
I looked puzzled. What? What did Bill mean exactly?
Before I could decipher any imagined hidden meaning, Bill quickly added, "No vices! I mean neither of you smoke."
Louise sitting on my right, exhaled a plume of smoke in the direction of the French windows. She laughed lightly, then looked over at Bill.
"Apart from the occasional cigarette at parties, or once or twice at work, when I'd get a little stressed sometimes, I'd quit smoking for 6 years. Ron's never smoked. I can't help myself smoking now. I guess it's my impulsive side."
Rudy then joined in the conversation.
"OK, Ron, I know you drink alcohol. Any other secret vices?"
I flinched inwardly. Before I could speak, Louise butted in.
"Oh well, Rudy! Ron does have some vices, but like you say. They're secret!"
Louise laughed loudly if slightly awkwardly. Rudy and Bill joined in. I felt stupid when I too joined in, possibly a second too late.
Bill drew thoughtfully on his cigarette. Then he paused. It looked deliberate to me, like the punchline was coming.
"Louise, Ron. Before we eat, and before we drink some more, I have to raise the subject we're here to talk about."
Oh, oh, I thought, here we go. I could see Louise nervously twist her cigarette between her fingers.
Bill continued.
"First, I need to address this to you, Ron. What happened last week was unintentional on my part. Maybe also on Louise's side. An unfortunate accident. I think both your good wife, Louise, and myself were to a large extent, victims of circumstance. Wrong place, wrong time, totally wrong thing to do, with both of our emotions heightened so we weren't seeing straight. Louise had had a little too much to drink, she was upset, specifically upset with you Ron. I don't know the details exactly. Me, I'd had fight earlier in the day with Rudy. I still feel it wasn't my fault, but I wasn't thinking straight. It was wrong. Ron, I will admit I was completely in the wrong. I should have told Louise to leave the car when we got to your house, I still don't know why I didn't. Vanity, perhaps. Maybe I wanted to get back at Rudy."
I clenched my fists, trying to look outwardly calm. Louise squeezed my right arm. All I could think of right now. Don't hit Bill. Don't fucking hit Bill.
I could feel Rudy's eyes looking at me, even though all I could do was keep looking at Bill as he continued.
"Ron, I want to sincerely apologize to you. I also want to apologize to you, Louise. I've already paid the piper with Rudy, and thankfully he's forgiven me. Rudy and I tell each other everything. Honesty is the cornerstone of our relationship. Ron. Louise. Please accept my apology. Please forgive me."
I dry swallowed. As I opened my mouth to speak, Louise dug her nails into my forearm.
I tried to sound calm as I spoke. It was hard, but I concentrated hard to get the tone right.
"Bill. I'm sorry about what happened too. I'm a jealous guy. I truly love Louise, and I want to try and make our marriage work. Any way I can. ANY way. I've already taken some actions to make sure Louise knows how important she is to me. If part of making my marriage work involves forgiving you, and I've already forgiven Louise, so be it. Bill, let's forget it. Let bygones be bygones. All that jazz."
Louise squeezed my hand.
Rudy stood up, picking up the bottle of Prosecco.
"Let's drink to that! And we've two more bottles to go!"
We finished the bottle of Prosecco then Bill pointed us to the dining room. The food he'd ordered in from Carlotto's was good, as were the two bottles of 2013 Barolo that Bill had got from a lessee of his who was an Italian wine importer.
The conversation at table stayed pretty neutral, mainly work stuff, like Bill telling us how he'd sold and leased to most of the top restaurants downtown. Restaurant buildings were what he considered his specialty. As time went on I noticed that all four of us were starting to loosen up with the alcohol. I told myself not to touch on any awkward subjects, especially after Bill basically begged Louise to come back to the office next week.
After we'd finished eating, we headed back to the living room. Louise and I sat close together on the couch as we had before dinner. I was surprised a little when Rudy sat down next to us, tight to my left. Louise got a cigarette from her purse and lit up, while Bill brought another chilled bottle of Prosecco from his kitchen. It was clear I wasn't driving home. It looked like a cab was on the cards. I made a mental note to text Shawna and Robert, our babysitters for the night.
Bill sat down opposite us.
As we drank more Prosecco, Louise squeezed in even closer to me. I could feel her bra-less stiff nipples on my upper arm though the cotton on her blouse. I was starting to get hard. Making things worse (or better, I didn't fucking know by this stage) Rudy had firmly planted his right leg next to me so it was jammed into my left leg. Shit. I was excited, but I was still very self-conscious, even though I was half-way drunk.
For some reason, fuck knows how, we got to talking about the NFL. Bill was a big Patriots fan. We all laughed as I explained I was a big Bills fan.
Rudy was by now pretty tipsy. He clasped my knee, as he feigned outraged jealousy. How could I be such a big fan of Bill's when Bill and he were a couple? And declaring my feelings in their home! In front of "Billy"! In front of my wife! He joked with Louise that he and her should elope if I had feelings for another man.
Then Bill joked that when it came to his and Rudy's relationship he was the "Quarterback", while Rudy was a "Wide Receiver".
I then blurted out that I thought Rudy was more of a "Tight End". Fuck, we all fell about laughing. Even Louise, who probably didn't get the football aspects of the joke.
Bill then opined that if NFL owners ever saw someone making homo-erotic jokes about the NFL on a TV comedy show, they'd forget all about anthem protests and bring lawsuits against all the "Fag producers" for bringing their all-male red-blooded game into moral disrepute.
I realized I was actually having a lot of fun. However, it was at his point that things suddenly started to get a little freaky.
Bill, who was noticeably drunk by now, was the initiator. He clapped his hands together, inviting us to be quiet.
"Louise and Ron, I really like you. Not all couples are comfortable with Rudy and mine's relationship, Even in the 21st Century. The church-going types mainly."
Bill took a clumsy slurp from his glass, spilling some of the Prosecco onto his white Lacoste.
"Louise, I know you're working out the creases in your marriage. Ron, I don't want you getting upset by what I'm about to say. It might help your marriage. In a good way. Well, anyway, fuck, hear me out".
Louise now squeezed my leg. I could feel her tense up.
"Ron, if Louise has got it right, if you ARE having feelings for other men, you can't bury those feelings forever. Those feelings will eat you up, and one day you WILL act on them, you won't be able to help yourself, and if Louise finds out you do something behind her back, then you're done."
Louise looked at me, "Ron, I'm sorry..."
I gently put my right finger to Louise's lips.
I spoke calmly. Maybe not as calmly as I think I remember, I was pretty wasted by this time.
"OK, Bill. So, what are you saying? What do Louise and me need to do? Therapy?"
Bill smiled.
"In a way, Ron, yes. You could look at it like therapy in a way. I'm so terribly sorry for the mess I blundered into last week, although maybe things would have eventually got worse with Louise and you, and, well, ehm, ... let's not go there."
I took a deep sip from my glass of Prosecco.
"Ron, Louise told me that she wouldn't mind if you had sex with a guy. To see what it was like. But not if you did it behind her back. Her words, Ron."
Louise fidgeted uncomfortably at my side.
Bill took another swig of Prosecco. I noticed now that he was really drunk.
Bill hiccupped.
"Ron, both Rudy and I find you a handsome man. If you and Louise want, you can have sex with either Rudy or me, or both, and Louise can watch. Or join in, it's up to her. Tonight. Here. Now."
Louise let out a quiet, "Fuck", turned away from me, rummaged in her purse, then frantically lit a Marlboro.
I looked at Louise.
"Baby, you want to watch me fuck Rudy? Here? Now? Tonight?"
Louise took a deep pull on her freshly lit Marlboro as she put her lighter back in her purse.
"Ron, you want an honest answer? Yes?"
Louise inhaled, expelled a jet of blue smoke towards the center of the room.
A slight pause. Another deep pull on her cigarette.
"Or, no?"
"Yes," I replied smiling, without hesitation.
Louise looked into my eyes.
"Well, Ron, I think it would be totally hot watching you and Rudy fuck. But if we do this, if I get to the stage I can't hold back, I'm in. And that means not just fucking you. There are four people in the room. We're not leaving anybody out. Are you sure you can you handle this tonight?"
I pulled Louise into me close. I stuck my tongue deeply into her mouth, my drunken way of saying "yes". Then I surprised myself by doing a 180 and planting my lips onto Rudy's. He slipped his tongue into my mouth in response. We kissed for at least 15 seconds before Louise grabbed my right shoulder.
Then Bill stood up. "The bedroom's upstairs, shall we go?"
I turned to Bill. "You know Bill, this couch looks like it'll do pretty good. Why don't we fuck here?"
Bill smiled.
"Well Ron, seeing you and Louise are our guests, certainly. Let's get down to business here."
Rudy stood up and rapidly undressed, throwing his clothes across the room. He was completely naked in seconds. His beautiful cock was already fully erect. It wasn't the biggest cock in the World but it was exquisitely shaped, with its glistening purple head in perfect proportion to its thin shaft.
I surprised myself by wondering suddenly what Rudy's cock would feel like in my asshole. Although I couldn't let Louise know that I already knew what it felt like in my mouth.
Louise stood up and momentarily placed her cigarette in the crystal ashtray. She grabbed her blouse from the waist and yanked it over her head. Her magnificent breasts bobbled free as she picked up her cigarette and stood at my side.
I noticed that Bill had stood up and was removing his pants and shoes.
"Seems like I better get ready". I placed my empty glass on the table by the couch and removed my shirt and pants. As I bent down to remove my socks I felt Rudy lightly stroke my ass. I also got an eyeful of Bill's almost Fabio-sized member as it stiffened in his right hand. It was a big one.
I sat back on the couch naked. Louise plonked herself beside me, and started to twist upwards as she peeled off her tight jeans. Rudy then sat on my left, almost on my lap. He gripped my by now hardening cock. I felt Rudy's dick slide over my thigh.
"Ron, you want me to suck your cock, don't you?"
I looked Rudy in the eye. "Fuck, yes!", I managed to whisper.
Rudy ran his fingers over my chest as he slid down and slipped my cock into his mouth. I gasped, almost hyperventilating, then Louise leaned over and started kissing me.
I sensed Bill taking a few steps towards me, felt him stop about 2 feet from where Louise, Rudy and I were frolicking.
Bill started to speak, which made Louise withdraw her lips from my mouth.
"Ron, I'd really like to see you to fuck Rudy now. I'm excited, and I think I'm going to come soon. I want to come as you fill Rudy's ass with your cock."
Rudy removed my cock from his mouth, but still gripped me firmly at the base of my shaft.
I looked at Bill.
"How do we do it, Bill? How exactly do I fuck Rudy?"
I got a surprise when Louise jumped in as Bill opened his mouth to reply.
"Ron, I've got a suggestion. Rudy, you've no problems licking pussy, right?"
Rudy smiled. "Your pussy, Louise, no fucking problem at all!"
Louise then outlined her plan. She'd sit on the couch and spread her legs, Rudy would lean in and eat her, and I'd fuck Rudy's asshole from behind. Bill could improvise, as Louise put it.
As Rudy got in position, he firmly grabbed Louise's tits, sucking deeply on both her nipples. Louise squirmed in pleasure. Then Rudy lowered his head between Louise's legs and started to tongue fuck my wife. Louise started to moan, which I took as the signal to breach Rudy's ass. I slowly wiped the tip of my cock round the edges of Rudy's anus, smearing it with the wet emission of pre-cum that had seeped from my cock slit.
Louise looked at me. She whimpered, "Ron, fuck him now, I want to feel you pound his ass!"
I felt Bill stand even closer to us, his massive hard dick brushed my shoulders.
I pulled Rudy's ass cheeks apart with my hands. Without touching my dick, I pushed forwards. And slid once more into Rudy's rectum. Rudy kept licking Louise's cunt, but I could hear a soft grunt as I penetrated him. Then I started pounding.
Louise was staring deep into my eyes as I smashed Rudy's asshole with my cock. I'd had too much alcohol to think about any pleasure Rudy was getting from this. I just wanted to dump a load in Rudy as fast as I could.
I saw Louise look at Bill, then quickly look back at me. Her eyes looked at me almost like they were pleading.
Briefly pausing my thrusts into Rudy's ass, I turned to Bill. I reached behind his ass and pushed him close into Louise's face. Louise's eyes lit up.
"Bill, put your cock in Louise's mouth. She needs to finish what she started in your car."
I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I winced as Louise took Bill's massive tool in her mouth. I re-upped my pumping of Rudy's ass.
Bill almost screamed. Louise started bobbing her head back and forth. About 45 seconds later, Bill groaned.
"Fuck, I knew I couldn't last!"
I watched as Louise gulped, then gagged slightly, before she managed to expel Bill's still twitching rod from her mouth. But Bill was still coming in jerky spasms. A stringy jet of milky come landed on Louise's nose, then another spurt hit Louise on the cheek, then a final spurt splatted onto Louise's lips and chin. My own groin started to tremble. I made a spur of the moment decision to pull out, and gripped my cock as I scrambled round to where Rudy was still aggressively licking Louise's cunt.
"Rudy!", I shouted.
Rudy looked round just as I started to come. Fuck, this was intense. My first spurt glanced off Rudy's cheek and landed on Louise's shaved mound. My next three spurts caught Rudy full in the face, he closed his eyes and yelped as I convulsed and dropped my last two spurts onto Louise's cunt lips.
I took a deep breath, and backed away slightly from Louise and Rudy.
Louise looked a sight. Her face was covered in Bill's come. Her pussy was covered in mine. Rudy edged his cum-covered visage slightly away from Louise. Bill bent into Rudy's face and started licking my come from Rudy's cheeks. I then glanced at Louise, leaned upwards to be close to my wife's face and pushed my tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds, I removed my tongue from Louise's mouth and licked every drop of Bill's goo from her face, repeatedly forcing my cum-filled tongue into Louise's mouth so we could share.
I turned to Bill.
"Bill, cleanup duty down below. You might have taken care of Rudy, but you've left some of my come on my wife's pussy."
Bill bent over almost double and started tonguing my remaining seed from Louise's pubic mound and pussy lips, making Louise hiss again in ecstasy.
Louise had reached into her Chanel purse and got herself a Marlboro which she quickly lit. Bill sat back on the floor a couple of feet to the right of Louise.
I looked back at Rudy, whose cock still looked pretty stiff. Then I once more said something that surprised me.
"Rudy, you still like to fuck 'gals' right?"
Rudy had used that term as we'd parted after last week's clandestine fuck. I remembered he had said he could still fuck 'gals' as good as 'guys'.
Rudy smiled.
"Sure, I do Ron! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Rudy, you and Louise haven't come yet. How about the two of you put that right?"
Louise drew deeply on her Marlboro. Bill placed the ashtray on the couch to Louise's right. She maneuvered her cigarette in a motion which indicated she was going to stub it out.
"No, baby," I implored Louise. I want you to smoke while Rudy's fucking you. I've a confession. Your smoking turns me on"
Louise looked surprised, then smiled at me. Two seconds later looked even more surprised as the kneeling Rudy's beautiful cock penetrated her slit.
Rudy started pumping fast. Louise started moaning. Every few seconds, Louise would pause to take a deep drag on her Marlboro, turning her head to blow the smoke in my direction. After one such deep inhale, Louise quivered, her fleshy tits rippling frantically as she let out a loud gasp and came.
"Fuuuuucccckkkk!"
Louise tilted her head and stared at me, almost looking through me in fact.
Then Rudy started shaking, making Louise's massive breasts quiver in time.
"Oh fuck, here it CUMMMMMS! Shhhiiiitttttt!"
After a pause of about 10 seconds, a visibly sweating Rudy withdrew his limp dick from my wife's cunt. Louise stubbed out what remained of her Marlboro in the ashtray at her side.
I eased Rudy out of the way gently, then lowered my head and extended my tongue and started to lick Louise's cunt. Louise tensed slightly so I went more slowly until I eventually tasted Rudy's familiar gloop on my tongue. I lapped up every delicious drop of Rudy's cream I could find, then I too flopped on the carpet beside Rudy and Bill. I stuck my head into Rudy's groin and lapped up Louise's pungent cunt juices from Rudy's softening member. Then I leaned back on by elbows and looked up at the ceiling.
Louise stood up and walked out of the room, in the direction of Bill's downstairs bathroom.
Rudy broke the silence in Louise's absence. In fact, it looked like Bill had actually fallen asleep sitting on the floor.
"Ron, you are the fucking best. What you and Louise have got, fuck, man, it's too good to be true. You and Louise ever want me to play with you again, fuck, give me a call. I really enjoyed fucking Louise, Ron, the way her tits shake when you're moving inside her, it's intense. But I don't think anything could top ass-fucking you. Even if I have to beg, please, when you decide you are ready, and one day soon, you'll make that decision, please, please, let me be the one."
Rudy placed his hand on my shoulder as Louise re-entered the room. She picked up her clothes, then looked over at me.
"Ron, get ready, and call us a cab. Rudy, thanks for everything tonight. You're a cute guy, and let me tell you, for a gay guy you can fuck a woman good. OK, Ron, dressed, eh? Shawna and Robert will probably have fucked themselves out already, and I said we'd try to be home by 12."
Rudy smiled at Louise. "Louise, you've got a great husband. The best. I hope you realize that"
"I know Rudy, I know."
I fished my clothes off the floor, organized an Uber on my phone and got dressed.
When we got home, Shawna and Robert told us the kids had been great. As they closed the door on their way out, I sat down tiredly on the couch. After a few minutes, Louise sat down next to me and put her head on my shoulder.
She spoke quietly from her position on my shoulder. "Ron, I want you to make love to me. I find what we are doing so exciting, but I never want you to forget that I love only you. If you ever want to stop this shit, please, just say. I also want you to take the lead more often in future if we decide to carry on doing this stuff."
I tightened my arm around Louise's shoulder.
"Let's go to bed."
TO BE CONTINUED