Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 7
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Warning. Not the usual warning about smoking (although the chapter includes characters in smoking situations). There is some language in this chapter that may offend, including the use of some racial epithets. I've re-read the chapter and I've thought hard about it, and I've decided to leave the phrases in. The context is such that the use of the language explains a character's feelings and state of mind and motivation for what then transpires. For the avoidance of doubt, I abhor racism in any way, shape, or form. Sermon over.
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After the craziness of the last two weekends, things calmed down for a while.
I felt that Louise and I had tested the limits of our relationship to the extreme, possibly a little too close to breaking point, and I felt we needed time to process what had happened and decide what the future held for us. Louise thankfully felt the same.
The "normal" sex between us as a couple improved noticeably. Louise seemed more engaged for one thing. And I also tried hard to satisfy Louise, not just physically but also emotionally. Maybe I'd also drifted into 'duty fuck' mode myself without noticing.
We made time to talk about what had happened and what we felt about it. I tried really hard to explain my feelings to Louise. I made every effort to take on board what Louise was telling me:
. We both still loved each other, and wanted to try and make our marriage work.
. We both openly admitted the sex between us had gotten stale - obviously, I'd known how I had been feeling, but I accepted I hadn't picked up on how Louise felt.
. Louise told me that she acknowledged she'd been manipulative and wasn't happy how she'd used Bill and Fabio to get at me. She'd wanted me to catch her and Bill in Bill's car. She'd begged Fabio to seduce me. The faulty window had been such a marvelous present, everything had fallen into place perfectly.
. We both admitted the sex we'd had with Fabio, with Debbie, and with Rudy/Bill had been very enjoyable.
. I acknowledged openly to Louise that I now knew I was bisexual. I felt sure that I'd want to have sex with men again.
. On the other hand, I admitted I still hadn't been able to suppress my jealousy. It had hurt particularly watching Fabio please Louise so much. But I told Louise that I knew I was being hypocritical in a way. Louise tried to reassure me how she felt about the 'others' wasn't how she felt about me.
. Louise herself admitted to pangs of jealousy when I fucked Debbie. Especially when I'd did her in the ass.
. Louise confessed to having had a dry run with Debbie alone. She'd confided in Debbie about my liking for shemale and gay porn. But Louise told me it hadn't gone past kissing and groping, fully clothed, and that it had happened only once.
. Louise told me she'd have gone about things very differently if she'd discovered I was into 'regular' porn like all her friends' husbands. The fact she thought I was gay had angered her massively.
. Louise had spent weeks shadowing my porn likes. The shemale stuff she found weird, occasionally sexy depending on the scenario. The bi stuff she admitted had started to turn her on after a few views. She'd even masturbated a few times watching guys suck each other's cocks. Ass-fucking each other.
. Louise told me she assumed that I was turned on by other men's cocks, that I was craving cock. I admitted she was right.
. Louise told me one thing she really wanted to see was me taking a cock in my ass. A regular guy preferably, but a tranny or shemale would suffice if that was how I wanted it to be my first time.
. I told Louise I really wanted us to make it with a shemale. That I'd take a cock from a shemale. I wasn't sure about taking it from normal guys yet, but I told Louise I was definitely not ruling it out in the future.
. Louise mentioned double penetration. It was something she'd consider, but she wanted just me and her to learn anal alone together first. She told me she didn't want to rush it, that I'd have to wait until she was ready. I wasn't to press her.
. She also mentioned maybe one day wanting to be taken by multiple cocks. A gang bang situation. She told me that was something she wasn't ready for yet. I confessed I wasn't sure how I'd handle that situation, that I wasn't ready either.
. We both agreed that when one of us felt the need to push our sexual boundaries we'd tell each other. We'd try and avoid subterfuge. Louise said that 'happy coincidences', hook-ups arranged behind each other's back, that couldn't happen from now on.
. We discussed the future. Maybe it was a phase we'd grow out of? We made a pact to tell each other if we wanted it to stop. Then we'd look at our options.
One point we didn't discuss, was my first clandestine gay fuck with Rudy. That, I buried deep inside me. I felt the fact we'd fucked Rudy together kind of wiped it from the record books anyway. Or at least that's what I tried to convince myself.
After we'd gone through this in a marathon session from 10pm Friday night to 4am Saturday morning (Louise smoked a full pack of Marlboros), we agreed to arrange a date night for the following Saturday. Louise would get Shawna and Robert to babysit again.
Date night arrived. About five after eight the doorbell rang.
"Get the door honey, I'm finishing my make-up", Louise shouted to me.
Louise had had trouble getting our youngest to sleep, and was trying to get ready in a hurry.
I was surprised when I answered the door that it was only Shawna who'd arrived to babysit. She usually sat with her boyfriend, Robert.
"Hi, Shawna", I said as I let her in. "No Robert tonight?"
"I'm afraid we split up, Mr. Abbott. Just me tonight", Shawna replied, somewhat sadly.
"Shit, sorry, Shawna, I didn't know". I felt terrible. I'd thought Shawna and Robert were a long-term fixture. "Take a seat on the couch, Louise will be down in a minute".
Shawna sat down on the couch. She put her bag down beside at her right-hand side.
I continued speaking to Shawna.
"The kids are asleep, hopefully for the night. We had them at the city park earlier, they're tired out"
"That's good Mr. Abbott. I got my sister to drop me, but is it OK if you could give me the cab fare home? On top of my sitter fee?"
Louise had entered the room, putting her earrings on. "Sure, Shawna. Cab fare's not an issue. Problems with Robert's car?"
Shawna looked visibly upset at this latest mention of her relationship with Robert.
I explained. "Baby, Shawna and Robert are taking a break".
Louise turned to me, then looked back at Shawna. Then she sat down next to her.
"Damn! Oh baby. I'm sorry Shawna. But I'm sure you and Robert will patch things up, I could always see how much he liked you", Louise said, as she reached out and squeezed Shawna's left hand.
Shawna simply replied that she didn't think so, that she knew that it was over for good.
Shawna was 19. She was thin, with a very fit toned body. She'd been a star on the track team at our local High School before she'd had recurring hamstring troubles and had to give up serious running. She was now a student at our local Community College. Shawna wore large round black plastic-rimmed glasses, which gave her a studious but quite sexy appearance. She had beautiful coffee colored skin; her mom was African American, her dad white. Louise knew Shawna's mom, Maya, from some voluntary work she'd done at our local library two years ago, which is how we'd got to fix up Shawna as our go-to babysitter when Louise's mom wasn't available. Shawna's dad, James, worked for an insurance company and had helped us get a good deal on my life insurance. However we didn't really socialize with Shawna's parents. There wasn't a particular reason, we just moved in different circles.
Shawna now baby-sat for a number of our friends. Most weekends she'd have at least one appointment.
After another squeeze of Shawna's hand, Louise stood up.
"OK, Ron, we better make tracks. Cab's on its way. Shawna, I've left an ashtray outside on the table on the back porch. If you're smoking tonight, usual rules apply. Porch only, not inside. Much to Ron's annoyance, I've picked up the habit again, and I also have to do it outside".
I remembered that Shawna smoked Newports. It seemed all the kids smoked these days. The tobacco companies must have loved how weed had made youth smoking so "in" again. Girls in particular. Seemed like every teen girl smoked these days.
As we headed out to get our cab, Louise reminded Shawna that in emergencies, she could get us on my cell.
We'd arranged to go to a bar/diner slightly out of town, called Oscar's. It had a rep for older women looking for hook-ups. I'd hung out a few times there with the guys after softball. A few times, women had come onto me. Mainly older women. I'd never accepted any of their advances however. Louise had said that if I saw someone who took my fancy we could try and see if we could get them home with us. Or go to the woman's place.
There were also rumors that some of the bar staff and waiters were gay. Well, Debbie had told Louise that Fabio had told her he'd managed to fuck a couple of the waiters, so Louise offered me that option. But Louise had stressed, "Ron, you take the lead tonight, you drive it. You want to blow a guy on our couch later, you tell me. You want us to take a mature hussy home and we fuck her together, totally your choice. I'll go with the flow tonight".
We'd reserved a booth. We ordered the house special, blue-cheese burgers and sweet potato fries. I was drinking bottled beer, Sam Adams. Louise was on Absolut and Coke. The place was busy, but it didn't look to me that we were going to get any MILF action. Everybody seemed to be paired up. Or the ladies who looked like they were on the prowl in the bar area were too obvious. And none of the free agents did it for me. 40 and 50 year olds with fake tans and short dresses. Some even older.
After one of Louise's smoke breaks, she told me we might have an opportunity with our server, male, as one of the female smokers outside had told Louise he was definitely a 'fag'. The woman had told Louise that she'd tried to seduce him one night, and he'd told her he was gay.
Our waiter was a short thin dark haired guy, about 5' 7", I'd estimate 24 or 25 years old. He had slightly furry facial hair on his chin, which I wasn't really into, but he was quite attractive, and definitely fuckable, as far as I was concerned. I told Louise we'd go for it.
We eventually got the check. While our server waited for my card to go through, I tried as subtly as possible to sound him out.
"What time you get off tonight", I opened with.
"Oh, still 45 minutes, food service stops at 11", he replied. Well, "Ralph" replied, he had a name tag.
"You up to anything later, Ralph? I mean my wife and I are probably heading home, Westside, if you wanted a ride we could give you a ride in our cab?"
I suddenly realized I was fucking USELESS at trying to pick up a guy. I'd never tried before.
Ralph smiled as his card machine expelled a thin roll of paper. He handed me the receipt, and my card.
"Well, Mr. Abbott. Whoever told you I was gay got it right. But tonight, I got plans. Maybe another time. Thanks for eating at Oscar's. And Mr. Abbott, you are a lucky man to have such an understanding wife".
Louise and I went out to get a cab. Louise lit a Marlboro as we waited.
"Ooops, last one. Hopefully Shawna has a Newport for me when we get home. By the way, nice try Ron, but unlucky".
I smiled back at Louise. "I was useless. I swung for the fences, but all I did was strike out on 3 pitches. You'll need to teach me how to talk to a guy in these situations. Like you did with Fabio."
Louise looked left as our cab pulled into the parking lot. She turned back to me, smiled again, took a last deep pull on her cigarette and then threw it onto the ground. "Don't worry baby, I'll be your consolation prize."
When we got home, Shawna was sitting on the couch. She had removed the gray hooded sweat shirt she'd had on when she arrived and was wearing a white cap sleeved t-shirt and denim shorts. The contrast between the white t- shirt and Shawna's light brown skin was noticeable. For the first time tonight, I fully noticed Shawna's small but nicely formed young tits. I couldn't remember Shawna in anything but a baggy sweat-shirt, or sweater.
The sliding door to the deck out back was open. It was a warm night.
Shawna debriefed Louise. All quiet on the home front. Our youngest, Jack, had woken up thirsty but had gone back to sleep after 10 minutes.
Louise asked Shawna if she could have a cigarette. Both girls headed out back. I switched the TV to check baseball scores. The Mets had lost again. Fucking bullpen.
I flicked channels for a while, then wondered when Louise was coming back in. I headed to the porch to see Louise with her arm round Shawna. Both girls were still smoking, but it looked like Shawna had been crying. Louise looked up and saw me.
"Ron", Louise said, holding a freshly lit cigarette between her thumb and forefinger up in my direction, "We'll be in after we finish these. Five minutes, baby".
I turned to head back into the room, decided I was going to get a beer before bed, then I suddenly reversed and looked back at the two girls. Louise was stroking Shawna's long black straightened hair.
"Baby, I'm going to grab a beer. You want a drink?", I asked.
Louise looked up at me while still stroking Shawna's hair. "Vodka and Coke, Ron. Ice. Make it two, Shawna needs a drink too. We'll be in soon.".
I was surprised. I hadn't ever seen Shawna drinking, plus she was technically a minor. But I inwardly shrugged and headed to the kitchen to fix our drinks.
I came back into the living room from the kitchen to see Louise and Shawna sitting on the couch. I handed Louise the two Vodkas, then I sat on the chair to the right of the couch.
Louise handed Shawna a glass. Shawna took a deep mouthful. Louise looked at me.
"Ron, I know most men are bastards, but I'm sorry, this really makes me mad"
What the fuck? What had I done now? I looked back at Louise open-mouthed.
Louise caught my confusion. "Not you, you idiot! Shawna, tell Ron what you just told me."
Shawna looked at Louise, then took another sip of her drink, then looked at me.
"Mr. Abbott, ..."
"Please call me Ron, Shawna."
"Ehm, OK, Ron. I really need my babysitting jobs, and I don't want Mrs. Abbott and you to think I'm a whore, like Robert does now. Or for anybody's else's wife to think I'm going to fuck their husband, but you and Mrs. Abbott are my nicest couple, and not every husband is like you"
I tried to speak, but a deep serious look from Louise made me stop in my tracks.
Shawna paused, tried to catch her breath. Louise pushed in.
"Ron, we're suspending the no smoking in the house rule. Shawna, give us a cigarette, hun".
Shawna handed her green and white pack to Louise. Louise extracted two white sticks, lit one and passed it to Shawna, then lit one for herself. Louise took a deep inhale, blew out a plume of minty smoke and then asked Shawna to continue.
"I am so fucked, Mr. Abbott, I mean, Ron. About a year ago, I babysat for Evan Holmes, you know, the guy whose wife died?"
How could I forget? 18 months ago, Evan's wife Ella, a 27-year-old mother of one, was driving home from visiting her parents, when she was killed in a head-on smash with a drunk driver. The fucking drunk motherfucker escaped with cuts and bruises. Evan had been devastated. I suppose the fact his two-year-old kid had stayed home with him on account of a fever, and was too young to understand what had happened yet, were the only blessings in this tragedy.
"Well, Evan had been out with Mr. Parker, and they'd both come home, a little drunk. Robert hadn't been able to be with me that night."
I took a moment. "Shawna. Mr. Parker, you mean Jon Parker?"
Louise butted in. "Yes, Ron. Debbie's husband Jon. And they were still together at the time. Not long before Debbie left."
Shawna pulled nervously on her cigarette. "Mr. Parker fell asleep. Evan seemed so sad. He told me how he missed his wife. I felt sorry for him. We hugged, we kissed, you can guess the rest"
Shit, I thought. I mean, Evan had been through a lot. But Shawna was young, maybe immature. And Shawna was pretty. I couldn't really blame Evan totally.
Shawna continued. "Evan was doing it with me on the couch, it was good, I'm not ashamed to admit it. Then Mr. Parker woke up. Evan was a little spooked at first. Then Mr. Parker asked if he could join in. I was scared. Evan asked me if it was OK, I didn't want to upset Evan, so I said yes."
Fuck. So, Jon, who I had supported all the way through his break-up with Debbie, was not as fucking innocent as he'd told me.
"Mr. Parker made me suck his cock while Evan continued screwing me. Then Evan suggested we lie on the floor. I lay on top of Mr. Parker, he put his cock in me, then Evan put his cock in my ass from behind. They fucked me hard. I came. My ass was sore, but when I came, it was so intense, better than anything I'd had with Robert"
I sighed. Shit, this was wild. Louise looked at me. "There's more, Ron".
Shawna looked around. Louise quickly stood up, went out and quickly came back in with the ashtray. Shawna flicked a long drooping piece of ash into it. Louise took a drag on her own cigarette, and did the same.
Shawna continued with her story. "I only slept with Evan one more time. Mr. Abbott, you know the Maloney's, right, Frank and Donna, they live over on the Roosevelt development? Well about a month ago I was babysitting. It's always weird there because of Martin, he's like a bored teenager."
Martin was Frank's kid from his first marriage. I reckoned he was twelve, maybe thirteen. Frank and Donna had two younger girls, aged 8 and 5.
Shawna carried on.
"Martin never goes to bed on time, does anything I tell him. I think he has the hots for me, actually. Anyway, Frank and Donna got home about 1am. Robert had to go home at midnight. He'd played xBox with Martin most of the evening, but he needed to pick up his little brother from a friend's house, so he'd left. I was on my own."
Shawna looked at the dwindling cigarette in her fingers. Took a deep draw.
"Well, Donna says she'd heard some stuff about me. 'Interesting' stuff. She was drunk. I was scared again. She says that Jon Parker had told Frank he'd fucked me with Evan. And she said I was a dirty nigger whore who liked taking it in my black ass."
"What?", I almost spat. "No, Shawna, no. Please. Tell me you are fucking kidding me!"
Shawna looked into my eyes. "No".
She continued, "No, Mr. Abbott. So Donna says, she wants to see if it's true, if black bitches like me are good in bed. She says she'll tell everybody I sit for that I'm a whore who wants everybody's husband's cock, unless I play ball. She explains first, that by playing ball, she means I have to lick her fat pussy. Well she didn't say 'fat' pussy exactly."
I was really fucking astonished by now.
"So, she lifts her dress, and pulls her moist oversized panties to the side, and I have to lick her hairy pussy. Then Frank comes in to the room with drinks, gets really excited, strips naked, and he tells me to take my jeans off. Again, Donna tells me to play ball, so I do. Frank moves behind me. He seems horny, but he can't get really hard. He tries to shove his dick in my ass, but it's not hard enough, so eventually he manages to slip it into my pussy and fucks me for about 15 seconds before he comes. I look up at Donna while her husband is moaning behind me, calling me names, horrible names, and the fat drunk bitch has fallen asleep."
I sat back in my chair, trying to take this in.
Shawna breathed deeply, prepared to put the final touches to what she was telling us.
"Young Martin Maloney is friends with Robert's younger brother, Kurt. So, last week, he tells him he saw his dad fucking your brother's nigger girlfriend. He possibly did, the fucking pervert, he'd have been awake. Robert confronts me, I deny everything. But Robert is so emotionally in tune with me. He knows I'm lying. He tells me we're finished. And then he tells me it's true, I'm a nigger whore, and he hates me. Then he leaves me crying on a park bench."
Shawna welled up at this point, and Louise hugged her close to her breast. Through her sobs, Shawna pleaded, "Mrs. Abbott, Louise, can I stay here tonight?"
Louise looks over at me. I nod.
Louise lifts Shawna's chin up gently. "Sure you can baby, sure you can. Call home first, though, OK? Let your folks know you're OK."
Louise and I walked into the kitchen as Shawna called home.
Louise looked at me. I let out a low whistle.
"So, your victimized friend, Jon. Who Debbie so badly treated? Right? Who was cleaned out by his 'slut' wife? How d'you feel about that now? And as for those Maloney people. I almost wish we weren't going to that Charity dinner with them in three weeks' time. I've half a mind to cancel."
I'd forgotten about that night out.
Shawna walked into the kitchen.
"Mrs. Abbott, Louise, can I sleep in bed with you and Mr. Abbott tonight?"
Louise looked at me in surprise. I didn't know quite what to say. I felt I had to leave the answer to Louise.
Then Shawna shook her pack of Newports.
"I've got four left. Louise, would you mind if I had one last smoke before bed?"
Louise and Shawna headed back outside for their last smoke of the night. I tried to think about what I'd just heard. I'd known the Maloney's were a little weird, but fuck. I remembered I'd heard Frank use the "N" word before in my company, after he'd had a few beers, mainly cussing out baseball or basketball players on whatever team were playing against the Red Sox or the Celtics. But what shocked me more was Jon's behavior.
I'd taken Jon's side hard when Debbie dumped him. We'd talked for many hours in the aftermath of his breakup. He'd been really upset by what he felt Debbie had 'done to him'. But after hearing about his attempts to fuck Louise, and now that I knew he'd actually fucked Shawna, well, I really didn't know how I'd react when I next met Jon.
Louise stepped back into the kitchen.
"Ron, I'm going up to bed with Shawna. Come up in about 5 minutes, OK?"
I asked Louise if I should sleep downstairs.
"No, honey, come up, then let's see what Shawna wants to do."
I poured what remained of my beer down the drain. It had been a strange evening. I waited a couple of minutes, checked that the back door and the French windows were locked, and then I walked upstairs.
I stepped into our bedroom and stopped in my tracks. Then did a double take.
Louise had unbuttoned her blouse and her giant tits were poking out, still encased in her black bra. Shawna's sleek light brown body was completely naked. Louise and Shawna were kissing passionately, as Louise squeezed Shawna's small but perfectly formed left breast. I stood transfixed for maybe 15 seconds until the girls broke off kissing.
Louise looked at me.
"Do you want me to sleep downstairs?", I eventually managed to ask.
Louise turned to Shawna.
"Shawna, do you want Ron to leave the room? Or do you want him to join us?"
Shawna replied, "I'd like for the three of us to spend the night here."
Louise smiled, gave Shawna a short open mouthed kiss.
"Ron, close the door, and take your clothes off. Shawna, can you help me get ready? That's it, unclip my bra".
As I undressed I looked over to our bed. Louise's tits flopped free. Shawna's eyes widened.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Abbott these are so big! They're beautiful!"
My cock sprang free as I finally removed my boxers. Louise had pulled off her pants and was also now totally naked.
I paused. I looked at Shawna.
"Shawna, you don't have to do this. It isn't ..."
Shawna raised her right hand to stop me talking.
"Mr. Abbott, I've always wanted to. I think you and Mrs. Abbott are the perfect couple. I really want this."
Louise grabbed Shawna's hands, and placed them on her curved firm breasts. I sat down on the bed behind Shawna who was now squeezed in between myself and Louise. I leaned forward and gently kissed the side of Shawna's neck. Then I ran my tongue down to the edge of Shawna's left shoulder. I could almost feel Shawna's tingling as she started to breath in short gasps.
Louise then asked Shawna to suck her tits. Shawna leaned forward and started sucking at first on Louise's stiff right nipple. As she leaned forward Shawna exposed all of her smooth brown back to me. I edged closer and licked Shawna's beautiful skin, then ran my tongue down the length of Shawna's back until I reached the top of Shawna's taut firm butt.
Shawna stopped licking Louise's tits and let out a long "Aaaahhhhhh". I raised my head from Shawna's skin, then slid the middle two fingers of my left hand under Shawna's butt cheeks and gently probed her cunt. It was soaking wet, I pushed my fingers and inch or so into Shawna's warm wetness. Shawna gasped again. She appeared to be enjoying this immensely.
Louise suggested we lie on the bed. Thankfully we have a King Size. Shawna turned, edged into the middle of the bed and lay on her back. I licked my fingers, the sweetness of Shawna's delicious pussy juices turning me on even further.
Louise then positioned her head just above Shawna's mound. Extending her neck, Louise started tonguing Shawna's cunt. Shawna shivered in pleasure. She started emitting short high pitched moans as Louise's expert tongue went to work. Shawna looked beautiful with her eyes tightly closed, the expression on her face showing how much she was enjoying this. I moved down the bed and slipped three fingers into Louise's by now dripping snatch. Louise jerked slightly, letting out a muted "Oooooh!" as I started frigging her from behind. I was about to go the whole hog and stuff my aching hardon into my wife's cunt, when Louise raised her head from Shawna's glistening pussy.
"Shawna, baby, help me with Ron. Ron stand on the floor, here, side of the bed".
I did as Louise requested.
"Shawna baby, move a little over here"
Louise got close to me, as Shawna edged beside her.
Louise then gripped my cock and closed her mouth around my glans. It was my turn to shake. Fuck. Louise started sliding her mouth up and down the length of my dick. After a few seconds, Louise withdrew. Pointing my tingling erection at Shawna's face, Louise smiled at Shawna, then encouraged Shawna to enjoy my cock.
Shawna pushed her mouth onto the tip of my cock, paused for a split second, then took my cock all the way into her sweet young mouth. Jesus! Shawna certainly knew how to suck cock. I felt my cock twitch as Shawna started to mouth fuck me with short thrusts of her head.
Louise put her hand on Shawna's shoulder.
"Shawna baby, lie back on the bed. Ron's great at pussy eating. Let him eat you baby, you'll love it"
My wet cock sprung upwards as Shawna released it from between her lips. As Louise had asked, Shawna lay back silently on the bed. Louise sidled up to Shawna, and once again the girls started kissing, almost in a frenzy.
I slid between Shawna's legs. I pushed hard with my tongue down on Shawna's small dark pink clitoris. Shawna shuddered. I ran my tongue around Shawna's clit in a circular motion for a few moments. The noises I was hearing from above were unbelievable. Then after giving Shawna's dark brown cunt lips a gentle lick, I stuck my tongue deep into Shawna's cunt hole. Shawna moved her hands to the top of my head and dug her nails into my scalp. Shit, I needed to come, and soon.
I sat back up. Louise removed her lips from Shawna's.
I looked at Louise. "Baby, I need to come soon, this is driving me wild. How will we do this?"
Louise again looked to Shawna. "Are you ready, Shawna, baby. Do you want Ron to make love to you? Do you want to watch Ron and me first? We can do this any way you want. Just tell me."
Shawna looked at Louise intensely.
"I want Mr. Abbott inside me. I so want it."
Shawna then turned to me.
"But Mr. Abbott, please don't come inside me OK?"
"Of course, Shawna, no problem, you're in control", I replied.
"We can take care of Ron's come another way baby, I'm sure I'll think of something", Louise added with a sly smile in my direction.
Shawna slid her ass side to side on the bed, then looked up at me.
"OK, Mr. Abbott, please, do it now. I'm ready."
I leaned over Shawna's face, and kissed her deeply. I realized that this was the first time we'd kissed. I loved it as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I felt Louise run her fingernails gently down my back. I moved forward from the waist, and slowly inserted my rock-hard cock into Shawna's very tight cunt.
Shawna let out a breathless, almost pained, gasp. I started moving my cock in and out of Shawna's pussy, slowly at first, then upping the pace. This beautiful tight youthful cunt wrapped around my cock felt incredible. I knew I wouldn't last long.
Louise sensed this. "Ron, when it comes, I want you to pull out and come on Shawna's beautiful tits! Can you do that for me?"
Then Shawna started a high-pitched wail which took me completely by surprise.
"Oh, oh, God, I'm coming, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott, I'm coming!"
Shawna started to shake lightly, while whimpering loudly. I stuck my tongue into Shawna's mouth, then I realized I was close. I quickly jerked backwards whipping my cock out of Shawna's tight slit. I carefully raised myself up so I didn't hurt Shawna, slightly bumping Louise to the side. I gripped my cock, pulled my hand back on my shaft, then almost roared as I started to come.
My first thin white stringy jet of come landed between Shawna's pert brown tits. As I jerked back and forth on my cock, the second and third spurts landed on Shawna's beautifully round left tit, spattering her dark brown nipple. I squeezed my remaining seed out onto Shawna's waist. The white translucent blobs of my come on Shawna's darker skin looked so totally sexy.
Fuck, I was spent.
Louise spoke first. "Shawna, that was immense. Look how much you've pleased Ron. Baby, that was lovely!"
I stood up, and was about to head to the bathroom when I saw Louise lean forward and start to lick my come off of Shawna's sweat-glistened light brown skin. Louise then moved her head back over Shawna's face. Shawna opened her mouth as Louise parted her lips and slowly dripped my come into Shawna's wiling mouth. Fuck, I felt I'd never seen anything as erotic in my life. I headed to the bathroom.
I came back into the bedroom to the low sounds of Louise moaning as Shawna ardently tongued my wife's pussy. The moans got higher in pitch, and faster, as I stood watching Louise fully enjoying Shawna's attention. Two minutes later Louise let out a muffled "Oh fuck!", then wailed as she came. Shawna withdrew from between my wife's legs.
Louise who was still breathing heavily, thanked Shawna. "Shawna, that was beautiful honey, perfect almost, thank you from the bottom of my heart."
Louise asked me to go downstairs and get the ashtray. "Ron. Shawna and me definitely need a smoke after that".
After doing what I was told and bringing the ashtray upstairs, I sat on the edge of the bed as the girls lay in each other's arms smoking quietly. After they finished their cigarettes, Louise tapped the middle of the bed. "Ron, you're in the middle, you lucky man. Phew, I'm tired. Let's get some sleep. Ron, you'll drive Shawna home in the morning, right?"
I said that I would. As Louise put the light out I turned towards her so that I could face her as I slept. At the same time, Shawna put her arm around my waist and kissed my back, then yawned before falling asleep.
Morning seemed to come quicker than I'd have liked. Louise and Shawna were already getting ready when I eventually stirred. After a breakfast of coffee and bagels, I drove Shawna home. I wasn't 100% sure how to handle the conversation after the previous night's sex, so I was happy when Shawna started talking.
"Mr. Abbott, I really liked what we did last night. I'm not sorry about it in any way. Neither should you be. You and Mrs. Abbott have always been my favorite couple, the ones who have been nicest to me. You know I've had husbands, men, make passes at me a lot. Even before my thing with Mr. Holmes, I mean Evan. You and Mrs. Abbott always treated me as a mature person, an adult, but you never ever bugged me for sex, you never talked dirty to me, and I respect you for that. You never made those plays that could be laughed off as kidding around if I reacted badly. I loved how you and Mrs. Abbott were clearly in love. I hoped I'd have something like that someday. Please never feel bad about what happened between us last night. I really wanted it."
I told Shawna that Louise and I had always really liked her. Treated her as one of the family, even.
"Last night Mr. Abbott, you gave me the best orgasm I've ever had. I hope I can still babysit for you and Mrs. Abbott. I hope you don't think that I'm a black whore. I hope that you don't hate me, think I'm some kind of slut."
I reassured Shawna that as far as Louise and I were concerned we found Shawna to be a beautiful young woman, and that we still respected her. I also made it clear that when she babysat in future we didn't have to have sex. Only if she wanted, and she took the lead and told us that she wanted it. I said that if she got back together with Robert, or found herself a new boyfriend, we'd all handle the situation delicately. And I promised Shawna that what had passed between us would never be mentioned to any of our friends. It would be our special secret.
Shawna looked at me. "Mr. Abbott, one last thing. It's embarrassing for me to say this, but thank you so much for not making me take you in my ass. I want to think long and hard about when I do that again, if I ever do it again. Maybe one day I'll ask you to do it to me, but right now I'm not sure I will."
I reassured Shawna that last night all I'd wanted to do was please her. And please Louise. I'd never ever make anyone do anything they didn't 100% want to.
As I pulled up outside Shawna's parents' house, she looked at me through her large black plastic-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Abbott, you think I'm pretty, right?"
I responded immediately. "Of course, I do. Shawna, you truly are a beautiful young woman".
Shawna placed her hand on the passenger side door handle. "You see I wasn't too confident for a few years. There weren't a lot of black kids at school. I felt I was a freak. Too skinny. Too dark. I thought I was ugly until Robert came along. I really liked him."
All I could think to do was squeeze Shawna's hand. I looked into her eyes, and spoke slowly.
"Shawna. You. Are. Beautiful. If Robert's got any brains he'll come back to you."
Shawna smiled as she left the car.
As I drove home I thought about the emotional aspects of what we'd done last night with this young kid who'd been so upset after her boyfriend dumped her. I decided to talk to Louise about it when I got home and we had time to talk. Once again, I was mixed up. Would I ever get fully comfortable with what Louise and I were doing?
TO BE CONTINUED