Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2018 18:14:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 17 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 17 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction, please close this page now. For those of you have stuck with the story so far, I guess a caveat is in order for this chapter. If you've read my two series over on transgendered, you'll know on occasion I will write a 'bridge' chapter. That chapter will get us from one place to another in the storyline, set the scene, maybe introduce a new character (or re-introduce a character of old). It will hopefully set up what follows in the story nicely. There may not be a lot of 'action' in such a chapter. But reading it sets things up so you understand what comes later. You can skip it if you want, of course. Any feedback? Please feel free to email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. I love feedback, good and bad. And last, if you enjoy reading stories on nifty, please consider making a donation to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Donations keep this place running. In the immediate aftermath of our fourway with the babysitters, Louise had smoked a cigarette and then gone upstairs to throw on a nightgown, before coming back down to the living room. I'd watched Ricky and Shawna start to dress themselves, before I'd gone to the bathroom. After I cleaned up, I put on a grey cotton t-shirt and shorts I pulled from the laundry basket in the kitchen and opened a can of beer I pulled from the refrigerator. I walked back into the living room. By this time Ricky and Shawna had gotten fully dressed. Louise and Shawna seemed to be chatting amiably. Louise was smoking a Marlboro whilst Shawna absent-mindedly pulled on a Newport as she spoke. I noticed that Ricky was also smoking. Louise turned to me. "OK, Ron, I'll say this while we're all in the room. Kids, nobody did anything wrong tonight. Ricky, you and Shawna don't need to worry about Ron and I gossiping. We are VERY discreet. I'll delete the pictures on my phone." Louise paused. She looked first at Ricky, then turned back to Shawna. "Ron and I also want you to know, that if you babysit again, which we hope you do, nobody is forced to do anything they don't want. It is not a given that when Ron and I come back from a night out, that we automatically have to have sex. You youngsters should also not assume there will always be hanky-panky on the menu. It doesn't work like that. It might happen, it might not happen. If you don't want anything to happen if we suggest it, just say no. If we don't suggest it, take it that it's not happening that night. Remember, we only do what we ALL want to do. Nobody should feel forced." I sat down on the easy chair to the right of our TV, as Ricky and Shawna stood up to leave. Ricky seemed to be a lot less nervous than he had about 20 minutes ago. I looked at Ricky and Shawna. I thought I better say something. "Guys, we like to keep this side of things discreet. I hope you respect that. You're both young, but you're also both grown-ups. We're not in that big a town that there can be no repercussions if this sort of thing hits our circle of friends. Or even yours. Unless you want to come out as gay, Ricky? OK?" After I heard Ricky's car pull away from our house, I stood up to go to bed. Louise raised her hand, beckoned me to where she sat on the couch. "Ron, I'd like us to talk before we go to bed. I need us to be in tune about this. I want to make sure we are still both OK." I sat down. Louise pulled me close and started to kiss me passionately. I responded. Shit, I even felt my tired cock stir slightly. Louise pulled back, then looked me in the eye. "Ron, I know you weren't expecting me to take Ricky's cock in my ass. Fuck, even I wasn't. For me it was totally spur of the moment. I only did it because I knew Ricky was about to come, and I was sure that I'd only have to take three or four thrusts at most. Luckily, as it turned out, only the one. I liked feeling his cock twitch inside me when he came. I even liked the feel of his gunk going into me. But I am not ready for the kind of ass pounding you gave Randall, or even Shawna. You seem to be SO into anal. I still need some time." Louise paused, then squeezed my hand. "I have to apologize for something now. Bad feelings. Feelings I shouldn't have when we're in the middle of these things. You see, Ron, taking Ricky in my ass. Well, I wanted to shock you. It sounds crazy, but I am so jealous of you and Shawna when you have sex. Fuck, you were way deep in her ass, shooting your load into her. I was watching the whole time. You were loving it. Hell, she was loving it more. I was jealous, and I reacted. I shouldn't have" Louise took her last Marlboro out of her pack, then lit up. "I clearly see that Shawna likes you more than just this older guy crush thing she has going on. I also don't think she sees you as just a mature fuck buddy either. I see the feelings she has for you. Call it women's intuition. If she hasn't already, I fully expect for her to try and have an affair with you." Louise must have detected something in my eyes. "She HAS! Jesus, Ron, you haven't HAVE you?" "NO!", I firmly responded. "We agreed the rules on this thing when we started. I will not break those rules. I'm trusting you to play by the same rules, Louise. She suggested something that night, that time after softball I saw her at Oscar's. I let her down gently, told her to think more about guys her own age. Louise, we agreed how this works, I am not going to let you down." Louise inhaled thoughtfully, blew out a jet of smoke towards the middle of the room. "Ron, I trust you. We don't 'cheat' on each other even if we're getting deeper into this scene. We do nothing without the other agreeing. Maybe we tone down the Shawna situation for a while. OK?" I agreed. In fact I really thought it was a good idea. Louise continued. "You've got your course in Boston coming up this week. If anything comes up when you're away, I want you to tell me before anything happens. I don't want anything done behind my back. I will also not do anything without running it by you first. To be totally honest, I'm not actually planning on doing anything. But with you away in a hotel, who knows? An opportunity might present itself. Like with Randall, the woman we saw in the picture on Joanne's phone, sucking Randall's dick. Say you meet her? Or someone like her? Anyway. The weekend after next, my mom and dad are taking the kids up to their cabin by the lake. I would really like you to fix something up for us. That weekend. Saturday preferably, but Friday will work too, the kids will be gone by 4pm. So, I'd like you to do something for me." "OK?", I replied, inquisitively, "What is it you have in mind?" "If you want, Ron, this can be our grand finale. I love you. I have fun doing this sexual stuff, I won't deny it. I know you do too. So, here's what I'm suggesting." Louise, took one final drag on her cigarette, a deep one, exhaled a last cloud of blue gray smoke from the right-hand side of her mouth, then put her Marlboro out in the ashtray. "Right. This is what I want. I want what you and Randall did with Elsa. I want you in my ass, and I want another guy in my cunny, at the same time. I am not going to tell you who the other guy should be. That's for you to decide. The only limits I have are that it is NOT Frank Maloney, and it's NOT Jon Parker. Apart from that, I'm cool. You want to get Shawna's ex, Robert, involved, and you'll probably get to fuck him too, I'm OK. He's cute, and he's young, and he most definitely swings both ways. The gay waiter from Oscar's, the one we tried to seduce. Oh fuck, how bad were we at that? Him? OK. Randall/Joanne? Your call? But Randall as Randall, not 'Raquel'. Fabio, hell even Rudy." I stopped breathing for a second remembering my clandestine fuck with Rudy as all this stuff was just starting. "Or. You go through your backlog of gay and bi jerkoff buddies from those chatrooms you used to frequent, and pick us a handsome one from there. Or, and I guess this would probably be my least favorite option. I guess if it really works for you, you hire us a tranny hooker again. But to be clear Ron, I'd prefer a regular 'guy guy' for this little adventure. My first DP." Louise stretched her arms out. "OK, honey, bed. You've got nearly two weeks to fix something up. Before you get to fuck and fill my ass with your come. Come on, let's go to bed. And I hope you don't mind, but my cunny's a little tender. No more sex, tonight, OK?" On Tuesday afternoon, I drove to Boston and checked into the hotel where the 'Change Management' course was being held the following day. The course lasted a day and a half. I was staying two nights in the hotel. I didn't really know if anyone else who was on the course was staying in the same hotel. I suppose they must have been. There were twelve course attendees in total. After I checked in, and dumped my stuff in my room on the 6th floor, I headed down to the bar. As I neared the bar, I saw a guy I thought I recognized. I approached him, a little nervously. The webpage for the course had displayed the credentials of the course lecturer, with a picture. Jim. Jim Clarke. I was pretty sure it was him. I walked up to the bar where he was moving the ice cubes around in a short drink. Looked like Bourbon, or Whisky. I cleared my throat. "Mr. Clarke? You're running 'Change Management' tomorrow, I think?" "Ah!", Mr. Clarke smiled, "One of my guys I presume. Call me Jim. And you are?" "Ron. Ron Abbott, from Upper NY Technical Services". "Pleased to meet you Ron. Like I said, call me Jim. A drink? I'm having one more. I know it's only 7pm but I have some final preparations to do". I asked the bartender for a beer. Jim ordered another Scotch. Chivas Regal. On the rocks. "So, you drove, I guess? How long was your trip? Four hours?" "Three and a half", I replied, "I was lucky with traffic." We chatted for a while about nothing in particular. Jim Clarke I placed in his mid-to-late-30s, maybe three or four years older than me. He was tall, I'd guess 6'1". He wore smart business like attire, had a business like haircut, his dark hair carefully styled. Very much the professional. A straight nose, slightly long. Jim looked like he'd played some sports when younger. Fit but not bulky. He wore a white gold band on his wedding finger. I realized that I found him quite handsome. After about 10 minutes talking about nothing in particular, Jim downed what remained of his Scotch. "OK, Ron, nice to meet you. I'll see you tomorrow. You're staying here, right? With the course being held in the Annex, I guess most of you from out of town are. I think we've got around six attendees who aren't local. But you're the first one I've seen tonight". I told him I was indeed staying in the hotel. "OK, I've got a few miniatures of Scotch in the mini-bar to help me finish my preparation. See you tomorrow!" As he turned to go, Jim moved back into me closely. In a conspiratorial whisper he started telling me something. "Older woman, four seats to your left up the bar, don't look now, she's a blonde. Great tits. She was giving me the eye for about half an hour before you saved me. Shit, if I'd taken her upstairs for a fuck I'd have never been ready for tomorrow. Looks like she has a few miles on the clock, but she doesn't look too bad for her age. And I can just tell she's good in the sack. Maybe it's your lucky night!" Jim walked off toward the elevators with a chuckle. I ordered a Scotch. As I glanced over, the blonde gave me a look, caught my eye for a few seconds in a way I knew wasn't accidental. I even wondered for a second if she was a hooker. No. I reckoned she was into sales. Cosmetics, clothes, something like that. Smart feminine business attire. Smart, but sexy. Very sexy. I took a sip of my Scotch then thought about what Louise had proposed. Her DP fantasy being made real. I'd already decided that I'd probably be going through my old chat list from my online jerkoff period. I had a few old contacts in mind and I planned to ping them from my laptop in my room when I went upstairs. I had a list of about four. Two of those I knew were married. I guessed the singles would be easier to arrange. I'd find out soon enough. Plan B was the waiter from Oscar's. It seemed to me to be pretty complicated setting shit like this up. Louise seemed to have no problems arranging these things however. I was startled when I felt a tap on my right arm. "Hi, I'm Michael, ehm, Mike. Mike Maniatis." I looked at a guy who looked about 24. Clean shaven, with very short brown hair, not a crew cut, but not much longer. I'd put him around 5'8" height wise. He had lightly tanned skin, striking blue eyes, thin lips. He wore a dark blue business suit, and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck. "I saw you talking to Mr. Clarke. Jim. I just missed him. I did one of his 'Work Culture' courses last year. Actually one before that as well, 'Leadership for non-managers'. He's a very good presenter. Marvelous man, actually. Anyway, I assume you're on 'Change Management' tomorrow, right?" I told Mike that I was. "I'm Ron. Ron Abbott. Upper NY Tech. White Plains. And you're from?" Mike smiled. "Actually not that far from you. North from you, near Newburgh. I work at the airport. Stewart International. I do internal management systems. Nothing exciting, nothing like ATC, or directly connected with planes. Logistics, timetabling, baggage handling, retail leaseholder management. We just changed system vendors. It's been tough. Funny thing is I couldn't fly to this course, no direct route to Logan. Flight would have been free. But I had to drive." Mike paused. "Anyway, OK if I join you for a drink? After that drive, I need a beer!" I signaled Mike to sit down, as I noticed the blonde up to my left stand up. She looked in my direction. Then she slowly walked over. For a mature, she wasn't half bad. "Guys, I'm going out for a smoke. Would it be OK if you looked after my purse for five minutes?" I nodded. "Sure, no problem". She took the final step towards where Mike and I were sitting. Then she placed her purse on the leather barstool immediately to my left. Fishing out a green pack of Camels, I guess Menthols, and a gold lighter, she smiled again. Placing the green pack back in her purse, she added, "I'll only be a few minutes, thanks gentlemen!" I watched as the older blonde headed out front to smoke her cigarette. Nice legs, and from the back I noticed, a VERY nice ass. Mike whistled. "Phew, pretty hot for an older woman. What do you think? 50? 60?" I thought briefly. Mike was ballpark right, I'd say early to mid 50s. "That range, I think. But no way she's 60, lower end I reckon" "I think she likes you", Mike added. I smirked and shrugged my shoulders. "Pity I'm happily married". A brief thought ran through my head which surprised me. Am I still happily married? "Good job I'm young, free and single", Mike laughed, "Although I don't think she's my type. But mind you, her friend looks more my type! She's hot." Through the window where the smoking area was visible, I could see the blonde smoking and chatting with a tall thin black female smoker. Mike definitely wasn't wrong tagging her a hot one. She looked mid-twenties age wise, Mike's age group. I decided I wanted another drink, but I asked the bartender to switch me back to beer, and I ordered Mike a re-fill. "Thanks, Ron", Mike said cheerfully. The blonde walked back in our direction with the tall black girl accompanying her. "Thanks for looking after my purse". Another smile. "Is it OK if my friend and I sit with you? You seem nice guys, and when we're at this hotel we usually get some drunk creeps trying to hit on us. Mainly other insurance agents up here for our company's bi-monthly regional sales meeting. We're the only women in this sales region, and these jerks seem to think we're fair game. If only at least one of them was as good looking as you two!" I smiled at the compliment. Maybe Mike was right. Both the girls sat down, the mature blonde on the stool next to me, the black girl to her left. So we were lined up, right to left, Mike, me, the blonde MILF, with the black girl furthest away from Mike. After a pause, I took the lead. "Ladies, what would you like to drink?" The blonde MILF ordered a Scotch and soda, the black girl asked for a Jack and Coke. As the bartender attended to our drinks, the blonde MILF made a suggestion. "How about we sit at a booth over there? Beat the rush. We're here every eight weeks or so and it will get busy when our other out of town colleagues rock up. Which is usually about now." I looked at Mike who seemed to like the idea. I responded. "Sure, please, you guys grab the table. Mike, grab the beers, I'll bring the ladies' drinks over". Mike and the two girls sat down, I picked up the Scotch and the JD, and walked over to the table. Then I sat down. I suddenly remembered I'd agreed to Facetime Louise at 8:30. A glance at my watch revealed it was now 7:45. The blonde saw me looking at my watch. I felt I'd maybe be at risk of killing things before anything developed, but I went ahead anyway. "Got an appointment at 8:30pm. Need to Facetime my wife". The blonde responded. "That's nice! We usually take some appetizers here, but we're always tucked up in bed before 11. Isn't that right, Kathryn?" The black girl, who I knew now to be called Kathryn, giggled. "Oh, yes! We always let the late night crew drink themselves stupid, then laugh as they have to sit through Powerpoints on boring shit like 'Percentage share of the accident market' while they're hungover like fuck!" The blonde interjected, "Plus, the drunker those assholes get, the friskier they get. And I'm sick and tired of fighting them off. They never seem to listen. I tell them they've got more chance of fucking that princess, Meghan what's-her-name, the English royal guy's wife, but those supposedly happily married men still try!" Mike now chipped in. "Ron's a happily married man! He just told me." The blonde looked at Mike, then me. "I'm sure your friend is. Anyway, if you haven't tired yourself out on cam after you've called your wife, feel free to join us back here" She paused and took a drink, a decent sized swig. "Anyway before we split up", the blonde continued, "You guys now know this lovely young lady here is called Kathryn, and you sir, are Ron. Young man, you are? .." "Michael, eh, Mike!", Mike replied. "Ohhkkayyyyy. That only leaves me. I'm Janice" "Pleased to meet you Janice. Pleased to meet you, Kathryn". I stretched my hand out and shook hands with first Kathryn, then the blonde, Janice. She held my hand a couple of seconds longer than I was expecting. I started to sense that there was fun to be had here if I wanted it. Both women were definitely worth a second glance. The blonde mature in particular took 'professional business attire' up a notch. She knew what she was doing. Professional, but just the right side of sexy. No wonder those schmucks from her firm lusted after her. She wore white flared pants and a white top, or maybe it was an all-in-one pant suit, her waist was bound by a rounded leather back belt with a gold buckle so I couldn't really tell. Janice had great breasts, and she flaunted them. Her white top had a low straight cleavage, almost rectangular. I hadn't really seen a blouse like that before. I could see the inner mounds of her titties squeezed together, but no hint of a bra. I was pretty sure she was wearing one, the dimpled center of her bust left no doubt of that, but it must have been one of those fancy bras women wear when they don't want to look like they are wearing a bra. A short black jacket and black business type shoes completed her outfit. Janice's full blonde hair was worn medium length. Her smoky eyes were shaded light brown, clearly and darkly lined, with full dark lashes which made Janice's eyes look even fuller. I can't really summarize it better than to say that Janice was the complete office MILF, a sexy secretary wet dream. As I looked closely I could see lines at the side of her lips, I guess caused by years of smoking, and there were also some lines I noticed at the side of each eye. But that's being picky. She looked great for her age. I still guessed lower end fifties, but I wasn't great with ages, so I wasn't sure. Kathryn, was clearly much younger than Janice. She also wore that sexy office look. I was starting to have sympathy for the male employees if all the girls at this insurance company dressed so sexily. Kathryn had straightened shiny black hair, with a single blonde flash dyed on the right hand side, about an inch wide, just in front of her right ear. Except for the blonde streak, her hair was an almost identical style to my favorite MILF librarian, Joanne. Her skin was much darker than Shawna's. Kathryn had highlighted her eyes in a lighter eye shadow, I could pick out hints of pink over white edging her big dark eyes. Up close I could really see how striking those eyes were. She wore a bright pink lipstick which I noticed, as Kathryn took a sip of Jack and Coke, matched her long nails. Kathryn was dressed almost the opposite of Janice. She had on a short white skirt, matching jacket, with a black blouse underneath, open to the middle of her chest, two buttons undone, I saw a hint of pink brassiere. Kathryn didn't have much of a bust, but as much of a tit man as I am, she still looked very hot. Kathryn's legs were covered in shiny dark stockings, well, I hoped they were stockings, and bright pink high heels added a final touch to the pink motif of her make-up, and the hint of pink bra visible underneath her blouse. Janice spoke next to bring me back to reality. "So. You guys know we're here for our insurance company regional sales meeting. What brings you guys here?" Mike explained about us being on a change management course. He also told about how the course lecturer was considered the best in his field (I felt that Mike kind of had put Jim Clarke on a pedestal, I found that interesting). Janice smiled when she realized that the course leader was the debonair guy she'd seen at the bar earlier. The conversation was informal, pretty comfortable. I noticed that Janice would look at me from time to time, letting her eyes linger on me. But there were no ambiguous exchanges between us, no obvious verbal signals that suggested she was looking to get me into her bed. So I eased up a little. Mike and Kathryn were talking about some Reality TV show I couldn't stand when another woman approached the table. "Mike! So you're on another Jim Clarke course? What's that, three we've been on now?" Mike stood up in delight. "Esther! Wow! Seems like you and I are Jim's biggest fans. He didn't email me to say you were coming!" Mike introduced the young lady who had just joined us. It struck me that I was probably going to be the oldest guy on the course. Jim Clarke excepted. "Esther, this is Ron, he's on 'Change Management' too. And these ladies are Kathryn, and Janice. They're in town for a sales meeting. Sit down! We'll squeeze up." I looked at my watch. 8:20pm. I stood up. "Esther, please. Take this seat. I have to make a call home". I ushered Esther into my seat. "OK, ladies, that was fun. I hope you have a great sales meeting!" Janice looked at me. "I hope after your video 'chat', you'll join us back down here. To have some more fun". Janice stressed the word 'fun'. "You never know!", I replied. Mike ordered Esther a drink, as I prepared myself to go. Esther was thin and blonde. She looked around Mike's age, maybe younger. Sensible gray skirt suit, longish straight hair, no noticeable make-up. She reminded me of those adult film actresses with tiny tits who play the naughty schoolgirl, or the babysitter. Who look very demure until you're watching their assholes being stretched to the limit by their teacher's 10- inch cock, wondering how someone so petite can take that much cock in their ass. As I headed to my room on the 6th floor I felt I'd already made up my mind to head back downstairs. TO BE CONTINUED