Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 88
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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In the week building up to our trip up to Danbury, I tried to set up a lunchtime tryst with Donnie, only for him to reply that he couldn't meet due to work commitments. I hadn't even considered that Donnie worked. I mean, it was kind of obvious that he'd have a job. I'd just never thought about it.
It struck me that all I really cared about when I met Donnie was fucking his tight young ass and sucking his gorgeous silky smooth cock. I told myself to ask Donnie about his job when we next met.
Louise had gotten feedback from Shazz that her 'wife swap' idea was fine for our meeting on Friday. I had to admit I was looking forward to fucking Shazz. I was however less enthusiastic about Jazz sticking his massive brown schlong into Louise's pussy. But overall, and taking everything into account, I was still excited about Friday night's rendezvous.
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On Wednesday of that week, I had a weird experience at lunchtime. I was with a client at an Italian place, Dario's. It was a pretty upmarket restaurant, but it was a decent-sized account and Brian was an important customer. Luckily for me, it was on expenses. We'd just started to eat when I noticed Bill walk in.
Bill was led to a table, where I noticed a young short-haired blond guy was already sitting. The younger guy looked pretty athletic, and pretty handsome. He looked vaguely familiar, and I tried, as I made polite conversation with my lunch mate, to remember where I'd met him. Then it hit me.
Fuck!
That time at Romeos, when I'd fucked that tranny slut, the one I'd met online, fuck, I forgot their name. Jaqui? But one thing I for sure didn't forget was the young guy who'd double-teamed them with me. The guy with the tremendous cock. Jesus, he knew Bill! Small World!
I remember I'd done some social media research when I'd heard Bill had a new boyfriend. But I hadn't recognized the guy when I'd tracked him down on the web. I could recall at the time feeling that he looked familiar. But the hair was totally different. Everything on the guy's Facebook etc. showed the guy with flowing blond locks. But at Romeos, and now in the restaurant, his hair was cropped very short. Jeez! How could I have missed it?
When we finished eating, and I'd taken care of the check, Brian and I headed to the exit. Our route out took us close to Bill's table. Just as I walked past, Bill turned and looked up. His eyes widened. He'd spotted me.
"Oh, hi, Ron! Gosh! Long time no see!"
I smiled back, and said 'Hi'. We made polite conversation for a minute or so. I tried to show by my body language that I needed to go, and Bill seemed to pick up on it eventually.
"Oh, Ron, one last thing I should mention. Louise is doing a great job. Even part-time, she's one of my best sellers."
Bill turned to his lunch companion. "Matty, you know Louise, right? She's a Thursday night regular."
"Yes, I remember Louise," Matty smiled, "Great girl. Life and soul of the party!"
Bill turned back towards me.
"Ah, Ron, sorry, I don't think you've met Matty. Matty meet Ron. Ron, Matty."
Matty looked up and smiled, slyly.
"Hi, Ron. Nice to meet you. I'm not sure if we've met before though?"
He smiled again.
"Possibly at Bills?" I suggested, trying not to sound too nervous.
Matty stared at me for a few seconds, a twinkle in his eye.
Christ! He knew. I could tell by that look in his eyes. He fucking knew, he fucking remembered me from Romeos. I wondered if he'd tell Bill. Shit! Why did I make my life so complicated?
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The drive to Danbury Friday night went easier than expected, and we pulled up outside a two-story house about 55 minutes after we'd left home. The house was on a street close to a lake. I'd been up near here one summer for a long weekend with my dad when I was about thirteen. But I couldn't remember if it was this lake we'd camped next to, or another lake to the West. I think it was a smaller one to the West. The place we stayed was called Bear Mountain, which I remembered was between two lakes. For sure it was definitely around here some place.
Anyway, 'Jazz' and 'Shazz' stayed in a nice neighborhood.
Louise had brought a small trolley case which she'd packed with some 'play wear'. She said that Shazz had told her that she liked to 'glamorize' and had suggested that Louise might like to do the same.
I locked the car and we walked up a short driveway, the wheels on Louise's carry-on rumbling on the cobblestone pathway announcing our arrival before we reached the doorstep.
We rang the doorbell. A few moments later, we heard footsteps and the door opened. It was 'Jazz'.
"Hi," Jazz said in a very friendly deep voice, "You must be Ron and Louise! Please, do come in. I'm James."
So 'Jazz' was James. We entered a wide hallway that had doors to the right and left, and an open archway straight in front of us, next to a curved stairwell.
James had a light coffee-colored complexion, his skin perhaps a touch darker than Shawna's, and wore his hair short, but it was still possible to make out small tight kinks in his thick clipper-cut hair. He wore a white open-neck shirt, and a light-blue pair of pants, with tan suede moccasins. The light-colored attire accentuated his skin tone. He was an extremely good-looking guy, with piercing blue eyes that gave him an exotic look.
He smiled, a perfect, white-toothed smile.
"Well, Ron, I see we have something in common. And I don't mean our VERY hot wives," Jazz, sorry James, laughed, looking me up and down.
I realized I was also wearing a white open-neck shirt, under my jacket, and while my chinos were a light gray, and my moccasins were soft brown leather, it was almost like we'd coordinated our look.
I chuckled in response. James seemed like one of those guys who naturally put people at ease. I liked him already, although I felt slightly overwhelmed in his presence. I could also tell immediately that Louise was into him. But then again, what woman wouldn't be? I tried not to feel too jealous.
"Next time we'll need to tell each other what we're going to wear," James added, laughing.
Louise giggled in unison. Fuck. She was probably wet already. James pointed us towards the archway.
"Shall we?" James smiled.
We headed straight through the hallway and entered a large living area. Louise left her trolley case by the archway, just inside the living room.
I looked over expectantly as 'Shazz', standing in front of a very large fireplace, turned round.
Damn, she looked good. I mean you could see she'd had some work done, if you looked closely enough. But she looked like the kind of older woman young guys jerked off to while watching MILF porn. That I would jerk off to if I'm being honest.
Shazz was squeezed into a tight short black dress which highlighted an extremely fit body. I mean, her big round breasts were obviously enhanced, but still. And much to my delight, I noticed that Shazz was holding a freshly lit cigarette in the fingers of her right hand.
Shazz walked over to where we were standing.
"Hi, I'm Sharon, pleased to meet you, Louise. Pleased to meet you, Ron."
No hugs, no handshakes just an open honest looking smile. It looked like she was actually pleased to see us. This also set me at ease. I was often nervous about how the ice would be broken when we met with another couple or couples.
Anyway. 'Jazz' was James, and 'Shazz' was Sharon. It was kinda obvious now I thought about it.
"Let's sit over at the table," Sharon suggested, "We have some snacks, and I see you have a nice bottle of white wine there, Ron. We have some chilled already. James, can you pour us all a glass please, and put Ron's bottle in a bucket of ice?"
James headed left to what I assumed was the kitchen. Sharon, Louise, and I sat down. Louise asked Sharon if she minded if she smoked.
"Of course you can, dear," Sharon said lifting her own cigarette up, "As you can see, smoking is one of my MANY vices."
Louise lit a Marlboro and put her lighter and pack down on the table.
"James, when you bring the wine, bring us an ashtray as well, please!" Sharon shouted through a doorway to what I saw now was definitely the kitchen.
Once James rejoined us, he poured us all a glass of wine. Then Sharon asked us a few things about ourselves. Louise, it was mainly Louise as usual, told Sharon and James about some of our experiences. Sharon listened intently, and asked Louise to give her details of Club Xochi when our night out there was discussed.
One area I did contribute more to the conversation was when the topic of bisexuality came up. James was bi too. I explained that I was 'active' only, as we discussed likes and dislikes.
"Yes, I saw that on the 'likes' on your profile. But you suck cock, right, Ron?" James asked, as naturally as if he was asking someone if they liked cream with their coffee.
I confirmed that I did. Like to suck cock. For the record, I always take my coffee black.
"He absolutely loves it James," Louise added mischievously.
James picked up I was slightly embarrassed and poured me a top-up.
Sharon resumed speaking.
"So, to tonight. Louise says you guys like to take turns when you do things like this. I mean, if I understand correctly, one of you sets a theme for a night. And Louise already told me of course, tonight's theme is wife- swapping."
"Yes," Louise replied.
"That's good," Sharon continued, "It's very healthy in fact. Like James and I, you let each other explore their desires. Express their inner sexual persona. With us, it's very similar, one night I might take the lead, set the agenda. Another night, it could be you, James, right?"
James nodded in agreement.
"In our experience, if it's just one person directing things all the time, well, we've seen it with other couples, eventually someone can feel left out, or ignored, or they don't have their needs satisfied, and it can end in tears," Sharon said, before turning to James.
"Yeah, we had friends broke up about a month ago," James added. "Used to be very active on the scene. They cancelled a playdate they'd made with us, we used to meet them individually, that's when we really knew something was up."
James took a sip of wine, before continuing.
"We found out a little later they'd split up. I met Curt for a beer one night and he explained how Leonora had totally dominated him."
"God, that time she made him wear that leather get-up at Chantelle's! It was ridiculous!" Sharon exclaimed.
"She totally controlled the sexual side of things," James continued. "She wanted to watch Curt getting fucked by another guy? She'd clap her hands, and there Curt would be, middle of the floor getting fucked by TWO guys. She wanted a DP with Curt watching, she'd pick the two biggest cocks in the room.."
"At least once that was you, James!" Sharon laughed.
"Yeah, well she'd get the two biggest cocks in the room, and Curt had to stand there watching, jerking off, pretending he was into it. 'Mild humiliation' he said she called it."
A shitty feeling ran through my stomach as I recalled the last time we'd been with Cara and Rudy. 'Mild humiliation' was how Cara had put it.
"Anyway, I'm sure you guys definitely get this," Sharon said as she took a sip of white wine, "It has to be a shared experience. Otherwise, you're just cheating on each other, but in front of each other. Not everyone understands that. And tonight, the swap thing, that's totally about trust. And then sharing the experience afterwards. Right, Louise?"
"Totally, Sharon. Ron and I don't keep any secrets from one another."
I flinched inwardly, hoping that no-one noticed my reaction.
Sharon paused to light a cigarette, before she continued talking.
"It took me a long time, well I guess it never goes away totally, but it took me a long time to stop having feelings of jealousy towards James. And the other women. Not so much the other men, that I dealt with better. Anyway, my super-hot younger husband. My 'toy-boy'. I mean, we're open about it. The profile's accurate, James is nearly eleven years younger than me."
"Age is just a number, darling," James said, reaching his hand over and squeezing Sharon's fingers softly.
"And I know women are absolutely crazy about James. I mean he has everything, including the obvious, that incredible thing between his legs. But James always reassures me. We have a deep emotional connection. We love each other madly."
Sharon took a slow drag on her cigarette. She seemed to be thinking. Then she resumed.
"It was me that got us into this, actually," she continued. "One crazy night, we were with friends who opened up to us about being in the scene. I hadn't done anything like that when I was younger. I mean, I'd had a lot of sex. Before, during and after my first marriage. But nothing with other people, no threesomes, anything like that. My experience with other women, practically non-existent. So, we tried it. Then we found that we liked it. The buzz. The excitement. The uncertainty. And I guess over time I eventually lost most of the jealous feelings I had. You know, it's like we'll be at a party, and I'll be sitting there. Some guy, or some girl, will be eating my pussy, and James is opposite me, having his gorgeous dick sucked by two other women. But I just relax, and tell myself, every other night that isn't a party night, James will be there for me. Just me. And while the sexual adventures we have with other people are super exciting, I mean, I don't mind admitting I'm moist now in anticipation of what we're about to do, but the sex that James and I have together is extra special. Because it isn't just physical. I know this will sound corny, but we feel it is spiritual. Yes, I look at our love as something spiritual. I assume you guys have a similar take on it?"
Louise reached over and squeezed my hand. I wondered briefly if she was doing it for effect, or if she really felt that way.
"That's a beautiful way of looking at it, Sharon," Louise said earnestly. "Ron and I are still very much in love. I'm not saying we've not had some bumps in the road. But we're now totally comfortable with what we do."
Sharon took a drink of wine, then a final pull on her cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the table.
"OK. James, you and Louise will take the back bedroom. Ron, you're with me in the main bedroom. So, we set a timer for one hour, right? That's how it works?"
Louise nodded, while James looked at his phone which was lying on the table.
"Boys, you stay down here for ten minutes. Louise, you come upstairs with me, please. I want to put something sexy on. Louise, you brought something sexy, too, right?"
"Yes," Louise replied, "My stuff is in my case, there by the entrance to the hallway."
"OK, let's get ready. And boys, when the timer goes and we're done, it's the boys who change rooms. Ladies stay where we are. I'm hoping we'll be suitably exhausted and will be too tired to move!"
Sharon and Louise stood up.
Sharon looked over at me.
"We don't sleep too late. If you want, we can have breakfast. We've had friends who like to leave early, you know, the morning after. That's OK too. It's really up to you guys."
I didn't reply.
Sharon and Louise left the room. I wasn't quite sure what to say, but thankfully James picked up the conversation once the girls were gone.
"Ron I'd like to think we can meet again after tonight. One thing I love is sex with a nice guy. I mean a nice guy, not a jerk. I can tell you're not a jerk. I don't know much about you, but we've met a few jerks in this scene. I don't mean the guys get drunk, or the very occasional guy who'll get angry about someone shtupping his wife. Sometimes it's the woman. Some people don't know how to show others respect. And those are the worst kind of jerks. Don't you think so?"
"I agree, of course," I responded. "But so far, knock on wood, we haven't seen anything like that I can think of."
"You're lucky. One day it will happen. You'll be fucking some girl, or guy, and their partner will give you some shit. Or someone will openly disrespect Louise. I mean worse than just the potty mouth stuff some people get off on. I find that funny. Especially the girls that like to talk dirty to me. But the other stuff, that can be a real pain in the ass. You know, one guy once tried to piss on Sharon. She was washing her hands. Guy just comes into the bathroom, stands there next to Sharon at the washbasin and just starts doing it. On Sharon's leg. She pushes the guy away and tells him 'no', so he turns away and pisses in the bath tub. Fucking unreal. But anyway, you won't experience anything like that tonight."
James took a drink of wine.
"Ron, I've studied Louise's preferences on your profile, and I assure you, no boundaries will be crossed. And before we go up, I just want to say that I'm sorry we're not getting together tonight, I mean, you and me. I'd like to in the future, if possible. Anyway, enough of me talking. Let's finish our drinks and go upstairs. Let's not keep the ladies waiting too long."
TO BE CONTINUED