Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 69
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Part 69! I hope there are some people still reading!
I wasn't exactly overjoyed that Louise had brought Cara and Rudy home. Like Louise, Cara was obviously drunk. Although the first thing I noticed was that Cara had changed her hair. Significantly. I guess it was still purple, but it was lot lighter than when I'd last seen her, verging on white even, and she'd had it styled neat, very straight, in a short bob. It looked good on her.
Rudy looked less fucked up than Louise and Cara, but he'd obviously been drinking too. I could see it in his eyes.
Cara gave me a loud 'Hello' and walked over and wrapped me up in a tight embrace. I managed to avoid an attempted mouth kiss, before she sat down on the couch where I had been sitting before they'd all come in.
Rudy said 'Hi', sheepishly, and sat down next to Cara. Louise headed straight through to the kitchen not bothering to take off her jacket.
After a few seconds, I heard the sound of glasses being put onto a worktop, quite hard, then a muffled 'Oh shit!'. I decided to join Louise in the kitchen and excused myself before taking my leave of Cara and Rudy. I walked into the kitchen to see Louise struggling with a bottle of white wine.
"Ron, where the fuck is the corkscrew wine opener thing? I can't find it anywhere."
I looked at the bottle of Californian white in Louise's hands.
"Louise, it's a screw top."
"Oh!" Louise giggled, "Show it ish!"
I walked over to Louise and put my right arm round her, then lifted the wine bottle out of her hand.
"Louise, are you sure you need another drink? Honestly, babe, you're well gone. Why don't you just go to bed? Cara and Rudy can get an Uber back to Cara's place."
Louise looked at me with slightly crossed eyes. I noticed her eye makeup was smeared slightly and that her shiny red lipstick was smudged. She still had her jacket on, but she looked sexy as fuck.
Thing is I'd always had a thing for drunks, since I was a kid. I always thought if I was with a drunk girl she would let me fuck her. So, the whole drunk thing still turned me on. If it was up to me, I'd take Louise upstairs right now, strip her, lie her on her back, and give her a swift uncompromising shafting.
"Ron, come on, I want us to have some fun. We'll go to bed when we're ready."
Louise in her drunken state actually said 'riddy' rather than 'ready'.
"And we'll all go together!" she laughed. "Pour the wine Ron, I need to bum a cigarette from Cara."
I thought things through quickly. If I knew Louise, and let's face it, I do, she'd take a few sips of wine and fall asleep in under five minutes. I decided that going along with Louise, at least pretending to go along with Louise, was probably the best approach right now. I lightly squeezed Louise's arm and smiled.
"OK, honey, take a seat, I'll be through in a minute."
I poured four glasses of wine and took two through into the living room and handed them to the girls, who were now slouched together on the couch. Louise was smoking, it appeared with some difficulty.
I was glad that Rudy had vacated the couch and was now standing. I got the other two glasses of wine and handed one to Rudy.
He looked at me and said 'Thanks'. I took a few steps away from him but remained standing.
I was right about Louise. After roughly five minutes she fell asleep, a smoldering cigarette in her hand, which Cara carefully extracted from between Louise's fingers, before finishing it herself.
There followed a few moments of awkward silence.
When she stubbed out her cigarette, Cara looked over at me.
"Looks like Louise has left the party, Ron. Checked out! Which is a shame. So, it's gonna be just the three of us for funtime!"
I sighed.
"Actually Cara, I have an early start tomorrow, and with Louise like she is, I probably have to be the one getting the boys ready in the morning, so, you know maybe you and Rudy could get an Uber.."
Cara stood up.
"Ron, I'll get me and Rudy an Uber once you've fucked me. Louise said it was OK. So, if you don't mind, I'd like you to fuck me here, on the rug, right fucking now! I don't mind Rudy watching. Rudy! You don't mind watching Ron fuck me, do you?"
I glanced round at Rudy, who to be fair looked slightly annoyed. Rudy gave a non-committal shrug.
"Ron, Louise insisted that we come here," Rudy said in a resigned kind of way, "And she said we were going to have some fun, and she definitely told Cara that you'd be fucking her. Fuck, it was all I heard for the last half hour before we left the bar."
"Rudy, I don't give a shit what Louise said," I replied. "If you guys want to stay friends with us, please, just get an Uber now, and head home. Please?"
As soon as I'd stopped talking, Cara came up very close to me. She'd gone all-in purple tonight. Expertly applied shimmering purple eyeshadow, and dark purple painted lips, accented her new hairdo. She looked good, very good actually, but for once I just wanted things to go my way. The only person I was fucking tonight, if I was fucking anybody, was Louise. I'd had my fun earlier with Linda and Justin. Fucking Cara and Rudy was the last thing on my mind.
Cara seemed to be in a persevering mood, as she lightly ran her right index finger over my neck. I shivered slightly in response.
"Ron, OK, let's see. How about if Rudy sucks your cock first? Then you stick that lovely cock of yours deep in my pussy. And after you make me come, you stick that same lovely cock of yours in Rudy's tight ass, and make him come?"
"Cara, no," I answered firmly but politely, "Tonight, I don't want to. If you want there to be another time, and I've agreed with Louise that there will be another time with you guys, I really need you to leave now."
Cara looked at me. Even as drunk as she was, I could see her running things through her alcohol-infused brain.
"Oh, Ron! Have it your way then. You're such a fucking spoilsport. Not fair!"
Cara looked over at Rudy.
"Rudy, get us a car home will you? Ron, I really hope there is another time. And soon. Louise told me about your upcoming rendezvous with Barry and, what was his wife called, Rudy? Annalisa, Annabel?"
As Rudy studied the screen of his phone, he muttered, "I think it was Annette?"
"Yeah! That was it! OK, Ron, don't be dumping us for Barry and Annette. We're your best friends, you know!"
"Six minutes, Cara," Rudy said, as Cara picked up her pack of cigarettes from the table in front of the couch.
Rudy looked up. "Cara, there isn't time. You want to go pee pee, do it now. But you don't have time for a smoke."
"Oh, hell!" Cara grunted, "What is it with you boring motherfuckers tonight?"
She then walked over to our downstairs bathroom and without closing the door took a lengthy, and very loud, piss. It sounded like she'd had a lot to drink. She took a while, about six beers worth by my own standard.
When their car was outside our place, and Rudy said they needed to go, Cara gave me a very long, and very overtly sexual French kiss, and for just a second I wondered if I shouldn't have just asked her to stay and fucked her brains out. Her new hairstyle in particular I found very attractive. I did suddenly have second thoughts. However, I was relieved when they left. My brain had triumphed over my cock for once. Good boy, Ron!
I got Louise half awake and helped her upstairs, before undressing her. As she lay back on our bed in her drowsy state, I started sucking Louise's nipples and then slowly slipped two fingers into her cunt in attempt to get her going. Even though she started to get wet, Louise kept on mumbling 'No', and 'Need sleep', so after what I thought was a valiant attempt to get my very drunk wife in the mood, I gave up.
I puzzled for a few seconds about the Barry and Annette comments Cara had made. I hoped Louise hadn't planned anything without consulting me. And it wasn't like she hadn't done it before. But now was no time to discuss anything with Louise. She had started to snore loudly, so it could wait until morning, or more likely after work.
I walked into the bathroom, and after taking a piss I frantically jerked off thinking about Justin. I was pretty sure I would look him up at some point in the future. The work thing would give me ample opportunity.
My orgasm when it came was decent, and after I cleaned myself off with toilet tissue, I set an alarm for 7am, and snuggled up next to Louise before quickly falling asleep.
==
The next day was fairly uneventful. After getting the boys ready, Louise was still sleeping and was in no mood to get up, I drove to the office and did some prep on the Linda Ware system proposal. I worked through lunchtime and was home by 5pm.
After some 'family time', we got the boys to bed and we eventually ate around 8pm. As we sat at the dining table finishing a bottle of red wine, I decided to broach the subject I had wanted to raise earlier.
"Louise.."
"No, Ron, let me. I know I shouldn't have brought Cara and Rudy back without asking you. But Cara was desperate to fuck you, and I was very drunk, and I just went along with it. I'm sorry. I was out of line, and I promise it won't happen again. If it had been you doing it to me, I know how angry I'd be, so please, accept my apology. I'm truly sorry."
"OK, Louise. I accept your apology."
"Ron, the thing is, and I hadn't really thought about it, but the male fantasy about fucking two women, I guess that's kind of become not so unusual for us. I promise I'll think things through better from now on."
"OK, Louise. Thanks. But while you'd dozed off, Cara said something about something you said to her last night. About Barry and Annette?"
"Oh," Louise remarked. Her tone was almost like she'd been caught out.
"Ron, one minute, let me get a cigarette."
Louise lit a Marlboro and sat back down at the dining table putting an ashtray down in front of her.
"Well?" I asked.
"OK. What time is it?" Louise responded.
I looked at my watch. "Nearly 9pm"
"Right. OK, Ron, I was going to tell you this, but we have a Skype call with Barry and Annette at 9:30."
"What???" I spluttered.
"Ron, I was going to tell you last night. I was drunk, I crashed out, I didn't get a chance this morning, and now I'm telling you. Sorry again. I only agreed to it yesterday. I'm sorry."
Shit. I looked down at the table trying not to visibly shake my head or look too pissed. But Louise could tell I was annoyed.
"Ron, I can cancel it. It isn't anything kinky. It's not like they'll tell us to do things on camera and watch. Or vice versa. It's not that kind of call. It's to discuss a party that they are having next weekend. I thought it would be good to speak to them like this before deciding to go. Or not. We don't have to go."
"Louise. We agreed that we'd only meet people we both want to. Didn't we?"
"And that's why we are doing the call together, Ron. Shit, I'll cancel it. You're right."
"No, Louise. Let's do the call," I conceded.
I wasn't 100% sure why I was going along with Louise's bullshit idea, but in the back of my mind was my extra-marital threesome the previous day, and maybe subconsciously I felt I owed Louise one.
"Yes, let's do it. But remember, Louise. Either of us doesn't feel it? We don't meet with them. Is that OK with you? Because that's how it has to be from now on."
"Sure Ron. Let's tidy up, and we'll do the call down here, OK?"
We took the plates through to the kitchen, and I opened another bottle of red.
Louise got her laptop ready and at 9:30pm exactly we heard that familiar ringtone as the Skype window flashed open on Louise's laptop screen. Louise looked at me and accepted the call. After a few brief seconds, the screen flipped fully on, and we were looking at Barry and Annette. I could see the window with Louise and myself in the bottom corner. We re-positioned the laptop slightly so that we were both fully visible.
"Hi," Annette said first, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Annette.."
"And, I'm Barry," the silver haired male to the right of his wife said.
"You must be Louise?" Annette continued, "And you are? Well, I know your name begins with an 'R' because it's in your forum handle, but Louise hasn't actually said anything in her messages.."
"I'm betting 'Robert', right?" Barry interrupted.
"No, it's Ronald. Ron, actually," I replied.
"Right! Ron! Well, pleased to meet you, Ron and Louise!" Barry smiled.
Barry looked pretty much exactly like his online profile picture. He was well-aged for late 50s and my initial reaction when I'd seen him on the website seemed to be correct. This guy probably had film star looks when he was younger. Deep gray eyes, good head of almost white hair, a very straight nose, thin well-formed lips, perfect teeth, and a strong masculine chin.
His wife Annette looked OK for a 50 something year-old woman, or whatever age it had said on her profile. Her medium-length blonde hair was parted on the left side, and she wore her make-up subtle, except for a bright red lipstick she'd painted her thin lips with. She looked slimmer than I remembered her in the pictures on the website, maybe she'd been on a diet, but I could still see a decent cleavage poking out of the loose V-neck of a mainly white floral-pattered sleeveless top she was wearing.
Louise returned a 'Pleased to meet you, too'. I stayed silent.
"So," Annette continued, "I see you're new to the website, which is good, it's always good to get new blood, but can I ask, how did you get into the scene?"
Louise looked at me. I didn't really know what to say, so I was glad when Louise took the lead.
"Well, Annette. I guess the short version of the story is that I noticed that Ron had developed some tastes, you know, internet stuff, I caught him using gay chatrooms, and anyway.."
I noticed Annette light a cigarette on the screen as she listened.
".. and I decided that maybe I should, you know, explore this side of things with Ron, so I set up a weekend where we both had sex with another guy, and then later that night I set up a rendezvous with an old friend, a girlfriend. So, we tried it all out that night and decided we liked it. This was about two years ago. I don't know why we never considered the web hook-up angle until recently."
"Wow!" Barry said, "In at the deep end. Nice."
"And since then?" Annette asked.
"Well since then it's kind of been a semi-regular thing. Mostly together, although we've tried stuff apart, with other people."
I winced slightly. I didn't like to think of Louise being fucked by Rudy, or that bullshit up at the lake with the Mandelsons.
"OK," Annette said before taking a slow drag on her cigarette. It struck me she was trying to be sensual in the way she smoked, and to be fair, she was succeeding.
Annette continued, "I read your list of likes. You are both truly bisexual? It's not that you only want to do it with other women, Ron? Right?"
"Yes, I'm bi," I replied, a little shyly, "I do things with other men."
"It says on the profile you are only 'active' with other guys, Ron, is that so?" Barry asked.
I couldn't remember Louise having put that down, but I guess I was glad that she had.
"Yes. I'm not too keen on being bottom. I guess it's not my thing."
"That's OK," Barry said reassuringly, "We all have things we like and things we don't like. I can't abide scat for one thing."
"Oh my God, that woman, remember, Barry?" Annette butted in.
"Yeah, well, THAT I do remember."
Barry paused for a couple of seconds, before continuing.
"Ron, Louise, you see, Annette and I were once at a party. One of our kind of parties, you know what I mean? There was this big glass table in the room where most of the activities were taking place. It was huge, the table I mean.
"And this girl, her name was Cheryl, she was some fucking big-shot executive in an Investment Bank if I remember correctly. Anyway, she insists on squatting on top of this table, and no word of a lie, she asks some of the other party-goers to get under the table, and she just squats there, and, this was unbelievable, she takes a shit! On the table! Jesus, it's not like you can shit and not piss at the same time! The fucking mess she made!"
"Oh, my God, Barry! And the SMELL!" Annette said disgustedly.
"Yeah, well, we did never see Cheryl at one of Gabby's parties again," Barry concluded.
"You still fucked her later that night, Barry," Annette laughed.
"Only after she'd cleaned up, Annette! And pretty much every guy there that night fucked her."
There was a pause for a few seconds as Annette stubbed her cigarette out off camera.
"OK, I guess you'd like to know our resume, yes?" Annette asked.
"Sure," I replied.
"So, Barry and I have been married for 30 years. When I met Barry, he was doing part-time work as a male stripper. In those days, trainees in Barry's line of business didn't get paid much and Barry was at the start of his career. I was not long out of college, and I was at a Bachelorette party. Barry was so beautiful. A few of the girls were, you know, playful. I was a little drunk, and a lot horny. I decided I'd like to suck Barry's cock, which I did. Thank God, there were no camera phones around then! I did it in front of everyone! I was so embarrassed the next day!"
"It was just playing around, Annette. It's not like I came or anything. And your friend who was getting married sucked me too."
"Yes, well, I started it, and then a few of the girls decided to take the opportunity as well. God, Barry, it must have been like 10 different girls sucked your dick that night. What did I start?"
"It was eleven. Not that I was counting!"
Barry then silently mouthed 'I was' and smiled at the camera out of Annette's view.
"So, afterwards, I was outside waiting for a ride home, and Barry sees me in the parking lot, and he says to me 'There's more to me than this' and he gives me his number and tells me if I want to go on a date with him, he's free all the next week. I so wanted to fuck Barry that night, but he didn't push it, which I liked. We went on a date the following week. The chemistry was instant. And here we are 33 years later."
"I only did the stripping for maybe another six months," Barry continued, "Then I stopped. The money was good. But Annette wasn't into it, and I was into Annette, and I didn't want to lose her. So, I stopped. Missed the extra cash for a while though."
"Occasionally, Barry would fuck one of the Bachelorettes, or a maid of honor, or even worse the bride's mother or aunt, and I couldn't take it, even when Barry would tell me that it meant nothing. Barry would always tell me what happened on a 'gig'. All the gory details. We'd agreed to be honest with each other from the start."
"Plus, my day job was picking up, I got a promotion, so I quit being a male stripper, and focused on my real job and my night studies. I'm a qualified surveyor by the way. Eventually, I asked Annette to marry me."
While what Barry and Annette had just told us was interesting, it didn't really explain how they had both got into the swinging scene.
"Anyway," Annette continued, "After a couple of years of marriage, I decided I wanted something more exciting. In bed, I mean. And Barry had done so much more than me. Sexually, I mean. I'd fantasized about having another woman in our bed for a while, so one day I asked Barry if he would arrange a threesome. I had no idea of another woman to invite into our bed, but I knew Barry had some old contacts from his stripping days, so he set something up."
"I was surprised," said Barry, "But what red-blooded male would refuse that kind of offer? Right, Ron? So, I managed to contact an old friend, I'd actually had sex with her before I met Annette, we'd done a party where we had sex in front of the audience actually. And that's where we started."
Annette lit another cigarette, then put her lighter down.
"It was through this other woman, the first woman we had sex with together, Nancy she was called, that Barry and I started going to parties. At one party, I asked Barry if he would get it on with another man, and I would watch. He agreed, I watched, and then I joined in. It was my first time with two men. And I loved it."
"I'd had gay experiences before I met Annette. Both professionally, with another male stripper at some gay club nights, they paid well, and personally. I'd known that I was bisexual since I was a teen. Anyway, the scene back then was more word-of-mouth, you know what I mean? Annette and I would meet people through contacts we'd made in real life. We joined a few swingers' clubs. There wasn't a lot on the internet at that time. Some newsgroups, nothing like today."
"Wow, that sounds interesting," said Louise.
Barry continued speaking. It was getting to the business end of the conversation I felt.
"So, Ron, Louise. Next Saturday we're having a party at our place. It's planned for four couples. Right now, we're at three. There's us of course, and a couple we play regularly with, Derek and Violette."
Barry pronounced 'Violette' as 'Vee-oh-let'.
"Violette, or 'Vee' as we call her, is from Quebec. Her and Derek are both 30. I can send you a link to their profile, they are on here as 'Naughty Nordistes'. Derek's originally from Maine, and they now live in Suffolk County. Anyway, I think you'll like them. Louise, while not as well-endowed as you, Vee is pretty busty. And she's a very attractive woman."
"The other couple," Annette interjected, "Are also, well I might be getting ahead of myself, assuming you'll come, anyway, they are also new to us."
"Now, as Annette has just said, they're new to us," Barry continued, "But a friend of a friend has been with them, and they come recommended. Now one other thing, I'd like to ask, if I may, Ron and Louise. In your profile you checked that you would meet transgender people. Is that the case?"
"Why, yes," Louise replied.
"And you've been with transgender people before, yes?"
"Yes," I replied.
"On more than one occasion," Louise added.
"OK, so this couple. The woman, and I mean the woman, the genetic female, you know what I mean? The woman is 35. Her partner, who identifies as female, but is a genetic male, is 21," Barry added.
"And very hot he, I mean, she, is too!" exclaimed Annette. "Gorgeous breasts. Fake, of course. And a delicious thing down below. And not too much done to the face. I mean you can tell with the nose, and those botoxed lips, but still totally not a plastic-surgery disaster. I am soooooh looking forward to getting it on with Devonne."
Barry continued the conversation. "It's Julie and Devonne. Devonne is the shemale. If you come to the party, that will be our four. We have some ground rules. No drugs. Nobody is forced to do anything they don't want to. And we also have a rule that is that nobody comes to spectate. Everyone takes part. We also operate a common swap and share policy. By that I mean we have a playroom. It's well furnished, I think Annette sent you a picture, Louise. We do everything in the playroom. Only in the playroom. We don't split off and go into other rooms with people. All the action takes place in one place only. No exceptions. Your bedrooms are only for sleeping in."
I pondered this for a second, then Louise said that we were cool with that setup.
"Ron, I already explained I'm bi. Derek is bi too. And Derek likes to be bottom. Me, I can take it either way, I can give or receive, know what I mean?"
There was another pause. Louise broke the silence.
"So, Annette, Barry. Can we sleep on it? I'd like to talk it through with Ron. But it sounds very interesting. Very exciting."
"Of course, you can, darling," Annette smiled. "But we need to know by 12 noon tomorrow. If we don't hear, we assume you're out. Which would be a shame. I am absolutely dying to get it on with you two. Positively excited! I hope you can make it."
"OK," Louise replied, "We'll ping you a message on the website. Is that OK?"
"Yes, Louise. No problem. But remember. 12 noon deadline, or we move on to Plan B or Plan C. If you do decide to come, I'll send you a link to a webpage where you can see Julie and Devonne's details. They're not on our forum."
We exchanged a few final pleasantries and said our goodbyes and then Louise cut the call.
Louise stood up and retrieved her cigarettes from the dining table then lit up.
"Well, Ron?"
I looked up at Louise.
"What do you feel?" I asked.
"I feel that you won't want to pass up the opportunity to fuck some hot shemale ass. And, I'll be honest, I'd quite like to fuck Barry. He's hot, even if he is older."
"OK," I sighed, "Send them the message now. Let's do it. And let's have a look at Derek and Vee. Something 'Nordistes', right?"
==
Louise sent the acceptance message. Then we looked for Derek and Vee's profile. We found the profile quite easily. 'Naughty Nordistes'.
Derek was a fresh-faced dark-haired fit guy. Short hair, but looks wise, I guess you'd say, 'My type'. There were a few topless shots. No visible tattoos, and one cock pic. Derek had one of those cocks where the head was a lot fatter than the shaft. It looked a little weird to be honest. Not quite like a mushroom, but strange. Going by the shiny purple tinge of the bulbous head, I took Derek to be uncut, and I'd estimate length to be no more than 7-inches fully erect.
Vee was indeed amply endowed in the titty department. They looked good squashed into a brassiere, and there were some shots of Vee in a tight black latex outfit which accentuated her wobbly cleavage noticeably. But in the naked shots of Vee (of which there were several) her breasts did pancake somewhat, although she did have very prominent nipples. She had those pendulous kind of breasts that would swing back and forward if you were doing her from behind. They weren't to everybody's taste, but I liked them.
Facially, Vee was a very pretty woman. Dark haired, she could easily have been a model, she had that look. Sultry dark brown come-to-bed eyes, beautiful firm naturally full lips. She was a looker all right.
I'd have no problem playing with either or both of them.
A message notification popped up on screen. It was Annette.
-- So glad you can make it. I'll send directions tomorrow. See Devonne and Julie
"OK, Ron. What do you think of Vee and Derek?"
"I could do it with them. Sure," I replied.
"She's very pretty, right?"
"Not as pretty as you, Louise. And I mean that."
Louise chuckled. "It's OK, Ron, we're allowed to say what we think. I think Derek is pretty handsome. And I know you do too."
Louise clicked on the link in Annette's email.
"OK, let's see what Julie and Devonne are like!"
The link took us to a private webpage. There was a large photo of a couple on the home page, which filled the screen.
Julie, if I assumed correctly the one on the left was Julie, was an attractive thirty-something female with a short bleached-blonde hairstyle, a nose-ring, and a lot of visible tattoos. The tattoos, well a lot of the ones I could see on her shoulders and upper arms, seemed to have some kind of Wild West / Cowboy motif going on. I could make out a horseshoe, a female gunslinger, a five-pointed star, amongst others. Julie had a pair of shapely tits, not the biggest, but nothing to be sniffed at, which were visible under a loose cotton 'Lynyrd Skynyrd' tank top. Just above her cleavage she had the motto 'Fortune Favors the Brave' tattooed across in a curved script that covered her collar bone area.
Julie looked OK, albeit to my mind she was a touch too obviously lesbian.
"What do you think of Julie, Louise?" I asked.
"Well, not exactly my type, Ron. I wouldn't exactly refuse to do stuff with her, but I'm hoping I'll be more occupied with the others if I'm being honest. Maybe she looks better naked. And maybe she can do things to me that I'll like. She looks experienced."
We looked together at the other half of the couple, Devonne. Devonne was definitely the younger and more attractive of the two 'girls'.
In the cover photo, Devonne was wearing a short red dress, which was pulled together with a thick shiny black belt, which looked like it might actually be part of the dress itself. The dress flowed out at the waist, and the belt also pulled apart the upper section to expose a very healthy pair of silicon-enhanced breasts. I looked more closely. Devonne was bra-less, but her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Hats off to her plastic surgeon.
Simply put, Devonne was top notch. A perfectly formed feminine face was framed by long shiny jet-black hair. Sculpted eyebrows capped beautifully shaded brown eyes. The nose showed signs of having had some work done on it, the tell-tale thinly rounded nostrils made that clear. But Devonne's lips were full without being obviously fake, I thought. I remembered Annette's botox comments, but I didn't see it myself.
Fuck, Devonne was perfect as far as I was concerned.
Louise clicked onto a photo gallery page. I saw immediately we'd called it right, Julie was Julie, and Devonne was Devonne. There was nothing sexual about the pictures unless you counted some shots of Devonne in a bikini. Fuck. Devonne was hot. I wanted her. Badly.
"So, Ron, Devonne is pretty HOT! Right?" Louise seemed to have read my mind.
I turned to Louise.
"Yes. She is, isn't she?"
"Well, apart from 'she' being a 'he', I agree. But don't get me jealous, Ron. If you're going to fool around with Devonne next weekend, and I imagine you want to, don't get too upset if I enjoy myself with Barry. Deal?"
"Deal," I quickly replied.
I wondered if I replied too quickly.
"So, we're fixed for next weekend. Cool! OK, Ron, let's go upstairs. I need a fuck. All of this has got me rather wet. Come on, let's go to bed."
==
Hurrying upstairs, Louise and I made out on the bed feverishly like a couple of hormonal teens trying to squeeze in a fuck before her parents got home. I started out on top, but started too fast, too hard, and Louise had to slow me down.
After a few minutes, Louise moaned that she needed to go on top, and after a few minutes of Louise grinding her clit on my pubic bone as my cock slid around inside her very wet cunt, she came. Her orgasm was powerful, as powerful as I could remember for a long time.
As Louise breathed hard coming down from her orgasm, she lifted her head up from my shoulder.
"Ron," she asked, "Are you close?"
"I think so," I replied.
"OK, that thing you like to do. Do it. Quick, before I change my mind."
I opened my eyes wide.
"Yes, Ron, that. Quick. But don't take too long, OK?"
Louise slid off me to the left of the bed and took up a position on all fours. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I quickly moved behind Louise, and got myself set.
My cock was completely covered in Louise's slimy cunt juices. We weren't going to need any lube. I pointed my cock at Louise's asshole and gently placed the tip at the entrance to her anus.
"Louise.."
"Just do it, Ron. And be quick. Go!"
"OK," I panted, then I grabbed my cock at the base and slowly fed it into Louise's asshole, not too deep at first.
I held myself still as Louise tensed. I could feel her discomfort, without seeing it on her face, which I have to admit bothered me, but I couldn't stop myself. I was past the point of no return, and I desperately needed to come. And I wanted to come in Louise's asshole.
I pushed in an inch or so more, while still gripping the base of my shaft. I pulled back an inch or so. Then slowly pushed forward again. I teased my cock in and out gently, not pushing in too far. Trying not to hurt Louise.
The tightness of Louise's asshole compressing my cunt-juice covered cock, and I guess the excitement of anally fucking my wife for the first time since forever, soon overcame me and after only three more out and in pushes, my cock itched and flickered in an uncontrollable spasm, and I shot a single long spurt of come deep into Louise's anus. Only when my orgasm subsided did I realize I'd been groaning loudly as I climaxed.
I took a deep breath and carefully slipped my cock out of Louise's asshole. Without saying anything, Louise quickly flipped herself off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
When she came back into the bedroom, she lit a cigarette.
"Ron, that was good. Well, the first part. I only do that other thing because I love you. I don't want to do it again with anyone else, and when I do want to do it again with you, I'll tell you. So don't ever ask me for it. OK?"
"OK, Louise. I won't. I love you, Louise, you know that right?"
"I know you do, Ron. Our sex life is certainly unconventional, and I enjoy a lot of it. But remember Ron, when it comes to love, I love only you. And I hope you only love me."
I reassured Louise that I did. Then she finished her cigarette and we both fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED