Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 97
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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The following Saturday I dropped the kids off at Louise's mom's mid- afternoon. Later, when we'd gotten ourselves ready, we got an Uber over to Donna and Frank's place at around 7pm. Well, I guess it was just Donna's place now, seeing she'd kicked Frank out.
I wondered if Frank still played a part in Donna's movie endeavors. I thought probably not.
Louise had dressed unprovocatively tonight. If such a thing was possible for Louise. Blue jeans, black flat-heeled shoes, and a baggy brown sweater over a black blouse. The sweater tried unsuccessfully to obscure Louise's voluptuous breasts. Make-up, well, that was still night-out good, and she'd arranged her hair very nicely.
Me? Well, I was in my usual casual mode. Chinos, polo shirt, a lemon colored one Louise had bought me recently, suede moccasins, and a dark gray cotton zip-up jacket. I'd gelled my hair at the sides. Louise had told me that she thought I looked good when we'd left the house.
We rang the doorbell at Donna's, and about 30 seconds later, Donna answered the door.
Donna was dressed casually, also in jeans, and I noticed that she was wearing the Rolling Stones T-shirt she'd had on the night of "Whoregate". Fuck, that seemed such a long time ago. I realized that was probably the last time that I'd seen Louise and Donna in each other's company. I hoped tonight was going to go OK, especially once Louise had had a drink or two.
It was clear that Donna had gone all out with her own make-up and hair. For a bigger girl, Donna knew how to look good, and tonight she looked good. I really didn't regret fucking her. Would I fuck her again? Cock said yes, brain said no.
"Come on in, you two!" Donna beamed, before hugging Louise, "It's been such a long time, Louise!" then turning to me. "Hi, Ron! Great you could make it!"
I handed Donna a bottle of Absolut we'd brought, then we walked through to the living room. There was another couple standing with glasses in their hands. Looked like they were drinking 'Something and Coke'. I didn't recognize them.
"Louise, Ron, meet Charmaine and Lewis," Donna said by way of introduction.
I shook hands with Lewis, a slightly overweight, dark-haired guy with a receding hairline. He was also in chinos and a polo shirt, which was dark green.
My first impression was that Lewis looked like a gangster. Well, if the actors in The Sopranos looked like real gangsters, he looked like a gangster. He had that look.
Before I could decide what to do with Charmaine, she leaned forward and did the air kiss thing. I could instantly tell from her scent that Charmaine was a smoker.
Charmaine looked around our age, as did Lewis. She was slim, with not much in the way of breasts, and had a stern but not unattractive face. She had very dark long shiny hair, almost too shiny, it looked like the kind of hair Chinese girls had. At the front, Charmaine's hair was cut in a very straight fringe.
Charmaine was wearing a loose bright blue silk blouse over a black cotton slip, and stonewashed black jeans. She had matched the blouse with a pair of bright blue-suede shoes.
While I tried to figure Charmaine and Lewis out (were they players?) Donna asked us what we wanted to drink. Louise asked for a vodka on the rocks, I just asked Donna to get me a beer. As she headed to the kitchen, I wondered where Donna's new guy was.
I didn't have to wait long.
Donna returned with our drinks and following a step behind was her new boyfriend.
"Ron and Louise, I'd like you to meet Chris!" Donna smiled. "Chris, this is Louise, and this is Ron."
My first impression of Chris was that he was significantly older than us.
"Hi, Louise. Hi, Ron," Chris smiled, reaching out to shake my hand, then doing a nervous looking little wave to Louise.
I heard the doorbell again.
"Oh, that will either be Joanne or Wanda," Donna said as she turned and walked to the hallway leading to the front door.
Chris made some small talk as Donna got the door. He asked about our work, nothing too personal to start with, which was OK with me.
Donna soon returned with another couple I didn't recognize.
"Hi everyone!" the woman who had just entered said loudly, as she joined the company in the living room. "I'm Wanda! And this is Jackie!"
Wanda immediately took her coat off, then turned and handed it to Donna. She was wearing a very short bright red dress. The dress was backless, and had golden metallic chain links on the shoulders, which also looped down the rounded open back hemlines. I couldn't see any evidence of a bra. I glanced downwards past Wanda's shapely ass to see that she was wearing black woolen pantyhose and black suede boots that came up to her knees.
It seemed that Wanda hadn't got the casual dress memo.
As Wanda turned back to face us, I got an even better look at her.
Wanda was not half bad looking. She had auburn/red hair cut in a medium- length bob, and was heavily made up, the shades of the cosmetics on her eyes, cheeks and lips favoring gold, and dark red. She was draped in expensive looking gold jewelry that accentuated the gold-colored metal chain-links on her dress.
I also noticed that even bra-less, Wanda had a very decent rack. Well, I guess I would notice, wouldn't I? I'd been a tit man since I was born.
I turned to my right and shook hands with Jackie, a confident looking thirty-something with very short brown hair and a large diamond earring in his left ear. He was dressed in a Tweed sports jacket with leather patches at the elbows, over a dark red shirt which he wore out, and was wearing what looked like an expensive pair of designer jeans. He was also wearing a multicolored pair of very loud snakeskin cowboy boots. Or some other reptile's skin. Crocodile? I didn't know. But they were hard not to notice.
Again, trying to do an instant sizing up of our latest companions, I felt that if any couple here tonight were players, it was them. Although glancing back at Charmaine, it definitely looked like she knew how to handle a cock. Not my type at all, but I bet she was fucking legendary in the sack. She had that look.
I wondered if Louise had lied to me about the non-sexual nature of tonight's gathering. It wouldn't have totally surprised me. Louise loved her little schemes. And I knew for a fact that sex was never completely off the menu at Donna's.
After the latest set of introductions were made, the doorbell chimed again. Donna left us one more time to head to the front door.
This time it WAS Joanne and Evan. I sighed inwardly as we once more went through the greetings phase.
Evan wore a dark blue suit and a white open necked shirt, and tan loafers. Joanne, who was as usual wearing eyeglasses, was attired in a loose dark floral-patterned long-sleeved T-shirt type thing, I bet it was pretty expensive, and very tight black jeans and leather boots. She looked good, I had to admit. More boho tonight than sexy librarian, but still good.
"OK, everyone!" Donna laughed, "Now everyone's here, let's get down to some serious drinking!"
==
As the night progressed, I loosened up a little. Part of me was worried that Donna would try to make some kind of move on me. But it didn't happen, and at one stage I realized that inwardly I was actually a little disappointed she hadn't tried to secretly spirit me away to tell me how much she still wanted me.
I also couldn't shake the feeling that Louise's claims of this not being a 'sex thing' might be unfounded. There was something in particular about Wanda, and Charmaine seemed to be more than a little touchy feely at times with Louise. Nothing overt. Just placing her hand on Louise's arm when they talked. Stuff like that.
Joanne and Evan seemed more interested in each other. I guess they were still going through that start-of-a-relationship period where they only had eyes for each other.
At about 9pm, I found myself alone in the kitchen with Chris. I was still simultaneously relieved and disappointed that I hadn't yet been cornered one-to-one by Donna. Louise was out on the back porch smoking with Donna and Charmaine at this point. On the surface of it, Louise and Donna seemed to be getting on OK. Wanda and Jackie were deep in conversation with Evan and Joanne.
Examining Chris more closely, I'd say that Chris looked at least fifty-five years old. Possibly older, but for sure under sixty. His head was shaved, although I could just about make out a hint of silver stubble at the sides of his head. He had the body of someone who worked out. He was definitely not my type. More Louise's type I realized uncomfortably.
After some innocuous conversation, I decided to ask the obvious question.
"So, Chris, how did you and Donna meet?"
Chris took a drink of beer from the bottle in his right hand before replying.
"Ah, that one. Maybe we should have just told everyone upfront," Chris smiled. "Or maybe not. Well, Ron, Donna's told me you know about her thing, so I might as well not lie to you about it. I first met Donna online. Then we started to have a kind of professional relationship. I know that you know what I mean. I own a few properties. Donna used a few of them as film sets. I used to own some bars, and a couple small hotels. Still got a bar. In Yonkers. And you've been at the one hotel I still own."
Hotel? When? It suddenly dawned on me. Shit. Chris seemed to see the realization on my face.
"Yeah, Ron, that little place up in the country, lakeside. Well near the lake. The Beachcomber. Not my name. It was named that way when I bought it. I thought about changing it a few times. Like to something like 'Lakeside'! Fucking obvious, right? But I never did get round to it."
"Ah," I replied. I really wasn't sure what to say next. What did Chris know about my visit to his hotel?
"Anyway, Ron. Don't stress. Discretion has always been one of my virtues. I won't say anything about it. Hell, I don't even have all the details myself. Except I do know you fucked Donna. She told me about that. It was the night she made that office sex movie, the one with that has-been shemale pornstar in it. Not a bad little movie. Actually, one of Donna's better acting performances. She's really quite good at times."
Shit. I took a sharp intake of breath. "Eh, Chris, I.."
"It's cool, Ron. Donna and I have an open relationship. Have had for a couple of years now actually. I was cool with Donna and Frank staying married. Until recently when the piece of shit started throwing Donna's money down the toilet. So, anyway, I made Frank an offer he couldn't refuse. And he's gone."
I still wasn't getting the Chris/Donna dynamic. Parent/child? Friends? Business partners? Lovers? I took that last one as a given. I really hoped that Chris's openness wasn't a prelude to suggestions of group sexual activity tonight. Although I was now about 50/50 that something freaky was on the menu.
"Anyway, Ron," Chris continued, "Donna and I have kind of regularized our relationship now. I won't stop Donna doing the stuff she does. And fuck, you should see the cash she makes on that Onlyfans thing. Jeez, she's a regular goldmine. The video business is also going good. She gets the hits, we have the ad revenue, not great but not peanuts either, and now we have syndication from one of the bigger sites. I'm a businessman, and I know how to monetize that shit, so Donna has a lot to thank me for."
Chris paused as he took another drink.
"Unlike Frank. All he knew about money was how to spend it. He had to go. But, Ron, it's not something I want to talk about with the others tonight. We OK with that?"
"Sure, Chris," I replied.
Chris then leaned in closely and started speaking more quietly. I wasn't sure why. I started to worry a little. Was he about to make me some kind of proposition?
"Ron, did you notice anything about Charmaine?"
I thought about it.
"No, not really," I replied.
"Well, and let this be our little secret, but Charmaine is actually 'Charles'. They've also made an appearance in one of Donna's movies. Last week in fact. The final edit will be uploaded tomorrow or Monday. Check it out. I think you'll like it."
Fuck. Before I could think of anything to reply, Louise and Wanda joined us in the kitchen.
"OK, you two!" Wanda said, grabbing Chris by the arm, "Back to the living room. Don't be like these dorks that spend all of their time in the kitchen at parties!"
==
Louise had informed me earlier in the day that she'd prepared a tactical 'Babysitter timeout' excuse, so if she mentioned we had to leave, I was to play along.
Funny thing was, as the night progressed, and we approached midnight, Louise seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. The girls and the guys had kind of separated into two groups. Charmaine was with the girls. Who seemed to be having more fun. Wanda seemed to be a hoot. Her and Louise were getting on like a house on fire.
Even Evan and Lewis had loosened up. Although, I still didn't feel 100% comfortable with Evan. I tried to dial my feelings down by reminding myself I'd ass-fucked his new partner and he didn't know about it. So, I tried to be as sociable with Evan as I could.
Lewis wasn't massively talkative, but was at least engaging in the conversation more. I wondered what his thing with Charmaine/Charles was like. He didn't seem the type. But then again, who did seem the type? Me?
Jackie seemed OK, if a touch too much 'in your face'. He seemed drunker than the rest of us. I wondered if he knew that given half a chance, I'd fuck his date's brains out.
Ah, I didn't mention it. We'd established earlier that Jackie and Wanda had only been dating for a few weeks. And that Wanda was a friend of Donna's, leading to the invite to tonight's gathering. I wondered what kind of friend of Donna's Wanda was. Porn site friend? It wouldn't totally surprise me.
I found myself talking mostly to Chris as the night went on. Despite him being a Yankee fan.
At no stage in any of the conversation did Donna's 'sideline' come up. I kept thinking there'd be sudden turn of events in a more exotic direction, but it didn't happen. Like, 'Let's watch a Donna porno', as a gateway to 'Let's everybody fuck each other'.
I wondered if Joanne had told Evan about some of the shit that had happened here? But as the night had developed, it seemed more likely that Louise was right about tonight not being a 'sex thing'.
I mean I definitely would have fucked Wanda. And in my semi-drunk state, I'd have probably (definitely, Ron, don't kid yourself) buttfucked Charmaine now I knew they were a genetic male. But Jackie, Lewis, Chris, and worst of all, Evan. Having them involved in any way? With Louise? No, that really didn't appeal to me.
That last thought got me wondering who Louise would actually want to fuck if things went in that direction. As I said, I didn't really want Louise fucking any of the guys in tonight's company. But I suspected that she'd pick Chris if it did come down to it. Her 'older man' thing would win out. Plus, I was sure she couldn't resist fucking Donna's new man.
After Louise had taken a cigarette break with Wanda out back around 12:30am, she walked over to where I was standing talking, before taking a hold of my hand.
"Ron. Let's go. I don't want to keep Carol waiting."
"Carol?" I asked, sounding surprised, before suddenly realizing that 'Carol' must be the fake babysitter. Shit!
"You know? Our new babysitter. Carol! I don't want to be too late the first night she sits for us! She might never do it again!" Louise said jokingly, recovering the situation admirably in my opinion.
"Sure, OK," I replied, inwardly acknowledging I'd nearly fucked up, "Will I get us an Uber?"
I then noticed Wanda walk over to join us. Jackie, who was directly to my right, turned expectantly to face her.
"Jackie," said Wanda as she sidled up to Jackie, "I'm going too. You can stay here if you want?"
"Well, eh, no, I'll come too. I'll.."
"Jackie, you don't have to. I'm feeling shit, and I'm going back to my place, OK? We'll meet tomorrow. Tonight, I just need to go home and sleep. I'll call you."
"Well, eh, if,.."
"Jackie, honestly, have a few more drinks. It's OK. I'll get a ride with Louise and Ron."
I watched as Wanda pulled Jackie a few feet away from the group. She spoke in a lower voice, but I was still closest to them, and I could still hear her.
"And, Charmaine.." Wanda whispered, "I think she likes you."
"Ehm, yeah OK, ehm, sure babe," Jackie replied.
I paused for a second, trying to wonder what the fuck was actually going on.
Wanda was going home. On her own. She was encouraging Jackie to stay. But her mention of Charmaine? Not a sex thing, Louise? Not a sex thing?
I doubted very much that an outright orgy would break out when we left, but there seemed to be the potential for some side action. Unless I was misreading things.
Jackie wanted to fuck tranny Charmaine. That was one thing I was sure of. And if I wasn't wrong, Charmaine wanted Jackie's cock too.
Wanda stepped back into the company pulling Jackie back with her, and started speaking, which broke my chain of thought.
"So, Jackie, anyway when I was chatting with Louise, I discovered I'm on their way. We'll share a ride."
I saw Jackie glancing over to where Charmaine and Donna were now talking. Then he turned back to Wanda. I could tell that he was definitely interested in Charmaine.
"OK. So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow or whenever," Jackie said, in a kind of not-giving-a-shit tone of voice. "I'll stay a little longer."
"Sure, give me a call," Wanda replied, as I caught Jackie and Charmaine making eye contact. Looked like there might be something happening here.
As I pondered the possibilities we were leaving behind, I heard Louise's phone buzz.
"OK, Ron. That's the car. Donna!" Louise said, turning back to face Donna, "Thanks for a very nice evening! Chris," she added looking over at Chris, "Very nice to meet you. Hopefully we can do something like this again. Soon!"
There were some handshakes and hugs, and Joanne mentioned about her and Evan and us 'doing dinner'. I noticed Wanda give Jackie a pretty chaste kiss, Charmaine looking on trying not to be too obvious. I was sure Jackie was in there. Then we said our final farewells and headed out to the car.
We were in the car five minutes before I thought of something. The car was a seven-seater mini-van, Louise and Wanda sitting in the rearmost two seats, me just in front, behind the driver. What had suddenly struck me was that I didn't know where we were dropping Wanda.
I leaned over my shoulder back towards the girls. "Ehm, Wanda, where are we dropping you off?" I asked.
Louise giggled loudly, then almost broke into a sneezing fit.
"Well, Ron," Wanda replied in a deliberately sexy voice, "I'm coming home with you guys. Hopefully we'll have some fun! 'Fun' fun if you know what I mean."
Fuck. This was unexpected. But not at all unwelcome.
TO BE CONTINUED