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Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2019 19:47:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 29

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 29

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My trepidation about a follow-up morning three-way with Louise and Mike
turned out to be unnecessary. Louise had drunk a sufficient quantity of
white wine to sleep late. In fact so late, that when she eventually
stirred, we'd had to rush to collect the kids before Louise's dad's tee off
time.

I'd had a coffee and some French toast with Mike before he left. Mike had
suggested we keep in touch, but he confirmed what he'd said the night
before. He'd made it clear that a regular hook-up with Louise and I wasn't
something he wanted to commit to. He told me if I ever had the need to be
up by Stewart airport, especially on a Friday night, he'd be happy to show
me some casual fun at the airport hotel. And if our paths ever crossed in
terms of seminars, or training courses, then he'd also be happy to party.
Even if it was just the two of us. With my firm's training budget, I didn't
think that was likely.

He finished by stating that he'd found Louise to be extremely hot and a
very adventurous sexual partner. And that I was lucky to have such a great
wife.

When Mike had departed, I'd felt slightly relieved. Watching Louise
coupling with Mike the evening before, I'd felt more jealous than usual. I
wasn't sure if I was just becoming more jealous overall. If Louise being
with another man was something I was starting to handle less well. Maybe
the more things happened, the more fucked up I found things. I'd dived into
the initial spurt of sexual hedonism without thinking too hard about what
Louise and I were doing. It seemed to me we just did it. Like one of those
things that seem a good idea at the time, but when you think about it the
next day, you're not so sure.

I wondered if, in this case, it had just been because it had happened with
Mike. I couldn't rationally work out why I'd been more uncomfortable with
this rendezvous than any of the others where Louise had gotten fucked by
another guy while I watched or participated. Was it because Mike had fucked
ME, and Louise had participated in that? That I had been the passive one.
The thought of Louise French-kissing Mike as he poked his cock in my ass
was one I found particularly uncomfortable. I'd watched that type of porno
many times before, and the emphasis was always on degrading the husband.
The 'cuck'.

I was totally relieved that during our double-penetration fuck of Louise,
at least I'd been the one in my wife's ass.

Would I ever be able to properly handle what we were doing?



A few weeks passed with nothing extraordinary in the way of any sexual
shenanigans. Well, unless I count Louise letting me slip my cock into her
asshole for a final few pre-ejaculation thrusts after we'd fucked hard
doggystyle. Louise knew I hadn't had long to go before coming.

"Go on, Ron, and be quick about it!", Louise had urged me. Not that
enthusiastically, I'd felt. But that hadn't stopped me spoiling myself in
Louise's ass.

We'd received our invite to the yearly seasonal "Friendly Holiday
Gathering" with our friends, including the Maloney's. Couples only, as
usual. Evidently, Jon Parker would be there with his new girlfriend. Nobody
knew who she was. Louise had heard it was a younger girl. Archie from
softball would be there with his wife, a fairly attractive tall Thai 'mail
order bride' with a weird name I could never remember. I think there were
usually 6 or 7 couples overall. This year Randall and Joanne had been
included.

I wondered how that night would pan out, given some of the stuff we'd seen
and done in the last six months. Fuck, maybe last year there'd been a wild
swinging scene we simply hadn't been tuned into.

The guys' night out had been arranged for a Friday night in January.

I'd hit a busy spell at work in the build-up to the Holiday season, meaning
a lot of extra hours. I came home around 9pm one Thursday night in early
December to find Louise and Mandy, 'Bohemian Mandy', the lesbian, sitting
on the couch drinking glasses of white wine. Louise had been at work that
afternoon for a couple of hours, but had evidently skipped Thursday night
drinks. Louise's mom had been on babysitting duty but was long gone.

As I entered the living room, Louise informed me the kids had gone to bed
about an hour earlier, before she told me to grab a drink as Mandy had
something to ask me. I was suitably curious enough to quickly dump my
laptop bag on the table by the couch and grab a beer, foregoing my usual
instant change out of work attire into something more comfortable.

A couple of minutes later I was sat down opposite Louise and Mandy. I took
a first deep pull from my beer bottle. It had been a shit day at work.

I noticed that Louise was wearing her eyeglasses, which I always thought
made her look hot, and hadn't changed out of her work clothes. She was
wearing a shiny white satin blouse, which displayed just a hint of Louise's
gorgeous cleavage, and a short light gray skirt with black pantyhose and
work-suitable black patent leather heels. She looked very much the 'sexy
secretary' tonight.

I wondered if 'Miss Moneyhoney' was going to make a very rare appearance.
It had been some time.

I remembered when the freakiest our sex life got was when we did some
secretary / teacher role play. I always looked back to one memorable soft
BDSM episode in particular, where Louise was playing Miss Moneyhoney, the
teacher, and I was the pupil, who'd gotten themselves in some trouble.
Louise had made me work out on my exercise bicycle in the garage just
before, so I was sweating, like I'd just done a tough gym class. When she
was in a particular mood, Louise loved the feel, smell and taste of a man's
sweat. So there I was, playing the stupid jock who was failing his class.
Louise had ordered me to strip, we were pretending our bedroom was
Principal Moneyhoney's office. Louise slapped my ass with a ruler
(sometimes a little too hard) until the naughty pupil, i.e. me, had had
enough and gave Miss Moneyhoney a good hard ravishing in return. It was
some way short of rape play, despite me literally tearing Louise's panties
off, and her insisting I squeeze my sweaty shorts in her face as we fucked,
but you get the picture. Shit, even those days seemed so innocent now.

Anyway. Mandy's latest look had seen her crewcut grow in a little, and she
now wore a pale blue dyed boy-like short pixie cut, which still nicely
accentuated her sleek facial bone structure. Make-up wise, Mandy was
wearing understated blue eyeshadow and what looked like just a smidgeon of
light pink matt lipstick. In terms of clothes, Mandy was wearing a loose
black sweater over a black tank-top type cotton top, and fashionably ripped
blue jeans and a pair of green/blue Skechers which looked like they had
been picked to match Mandy's hair color. Several colored earrings edged
Mandy's petite ears, and she wore her usual diamond nose stud.

Mandy looked good. Not exactly my type, but good. There's no doubt I would
have liked to fuck her.

Mandy lit a Lucky and handed it to Louise, then lit one for herself. Louise
had been smoking less the last few weeks, well, certainly in my presence.
Although I noticed that I hadn't seen many packs of Marlboro lying around
lately.

Louise started the conversation.

"OK, Ron, firstly I'm sorry to say that nothing's on the agenda tonight
with Mandy, you know, 'that way'. Well, I'm sure I can see my way to giving
you a slow comfortable screw later, so don't be too downhearted."

"Miss Moneyhoney?", I asked, smiling hopefully.

Louise winked at me.

"Well, if you're a good boy, Ronald."

Louise didn't elaborate on her role play alter ego to Mandy. Maybe Mandy
knew already.

"OK, Ron", Louise continued, "Mandy came to me with a proposition. It
sounds like something you might be interested in, and before Mandy goes
into detail, I'll just say in advance that I'm OK with it. So don't worry
on that count when you hear what Mandy has to say. OK? Maybe you'll find it
strange. I'm guessing not as strange as you would have this time last year,
but don't freak out, OK?"

I was now really intrigued. I looked at Mandy. "Mandy?"

Mandy took a pull on her Lucky, then started.

"Well, Ron. Since you and Louise and I, well, since that night, I've gotten
back into a relationship."

I thought back to the night when Louise and Mandy had toyed each other's
cunts while I'd masturbated with a butt plug stuffed in my asshole. I
remembered the intensity of my orgasm.

Mandy continued.

"I think this time it's long term, she's probably 'the one' for me. My
partner's called Jayda. She's a little older than me, she's 40 actually.
She's originally from London, England. She's a publishing agent, we met
professionally, and things just happened. She has a house in Scarsdale,
I've moved in with her, I'll be driving back down after we've talked. She's
also got a place down in the City, SoHo. She's very successful in the young
adult field. I'm actually doing a prequel to 'Love Force' with one of her
star writers, a comic book writer guy from Scotland."

Mandy paused.

I remembered that 'Love Force' was Mandy's hit graphic novel, which had
gotten her some very negative attention from religious groups over her
depiction of sex in a future society where the Church controlled all sexual
activity. The 'Love Force' had been some Church-run sex 'army'. Louise had
gotten me a signed copy and I'd read it, but I was vague on the details. It
was a few years ago. I remembered some stuff about a love affair between
one of the sex soldiers, a female teen, and an extra-terrestrial, which had
been super taboo in the book. I think the alien was both male and female.

Mandy brought me back to the present.

"Ron, come over here please, I'd like to show you some pictures of Jayda on
my phone."

Mandy and Louise squeezed up, allowing me to sit to Mandy's right. After a
few swipes on her iPhone, she handed it to me.

"Here she is, there's a few pictures, scroll through them."

As I scrolled through the pictures I could see that Jayda was a slim dark-
haired dark-eyed white woman, who clearly looked her age. My first thoughts
were was Jayda really only 40? She looked older. Fuck, I even thought that
if I'd seen Mandy and Jayda out and about, well, in the right light, you
could almost take Jayda for Mandy's mother. Sheesh.

It wasn't that Jayda was unattractive, in fact I guess when she was younger
she'd have been a looker. There were a few shots of her in business suits,
professionally shot like for a brochure or her web page, a couple in casual
wear, an evening dress picture, which showed a good piece of cleavage, and
in the final shot, Jayda was by a swimming pool in a bikini. Her tits
looked enhanced, I was pretty sure she'd had a boob job, although we
weren't talking beachball size. In the swimming pool picture she had a tan,
which to me noticeably highlighted her aged skin. My final thought as I
passed the phone back to Mandy was, 40? No way. Nearer 50, was my guess.

I had already started to wonder where this was going, when Louise leaned
forward and topped up her wine glass.

Mandy put a hand out. "Not for me, Louise honey, I'll be driving home
soon."

I looked in a slightly confused manner at Mandy, and nodded my head for her
to continue.

"Mandy, I'm not sure where this is going?"

"Ah, sorry Ron, I'll get to the punchline. I've got a thing I need to say
first. It's a little embarrassing, personal. Well, ah, OK, let's just get
it out, ah, I can't get pregnant."

Now I really WAS confused. Louise could see it on my face. I opened my
mouth to ask what this was all about.

"Ron, baby, let Mandy finish, please", Louise almost pleaded.

Mandy took a deep final inhale on her cigarette and stubbed it out.

"Ok, here goes. Jayda only has limited time left, her age, and I, .. Jayda,
ah, we, I mean WE, well, WE want to have a baby."

My mouth opened.

"And this has what to do with me, Mandy?" I asked.

Louise interrupted.

"Ron, Mandy wants you to help get Jayda pregnant! Jesus, are you that dim?"

Now I was taken aback. It should have been obvious, but I'd genuinely been
so surprised, that obvious hadn't come into it.

I was puzzled. I eventually managed to ask, "So, Mandy, you want me to be a
sperm donor?"

Before Mandy could speak, Louise butted in.

"Ron, the conception of this baby will be by more natural means."

Fuck. I took another draft of my beer, my bottle was now nearly empty.

"Mandy, I'm getting this right? You want me to fuck Jayda?"

Mandy looked at me pleadingly.

"Yes, Ron. But there's more to it. Let me explain."

I stood up. "Let me get another beer!"

When I walked back into the living room with a cold bottle of beer in my
hand, I sat down next to Louise on her side of the couch. Both girls had
lit fresh cigarettes.

"Ron", Louise said as she put her hand on my leg, "Let me explain, it might
be easier. Mandy, if I go wrong at any point, dive in, keep me straight."

I took another slug from my beer bottle.

"Ron, as you know there's a time of the month that us women are more
fertile. Last month, and the month before, Jayda and Mandy tried to
conceive. It wasn't successful."

Mandy butted in.

"Jayda has been undergoing medical treatment. It's a thing called DHEA, a
drug. It has success in helping conceive spontaneously. In women of Jayda's
age."

It was my turn to interrupt.

"Spontaneously?"

Then I turned to Louise.

"Louise, you want me to be the father to another woman's baby?"

"Ron, it might not be you who's the father."

What??? I really wasn't following this. Mandy seemed to sense my deep
confusion. She spoke next.

"And we'd get legal papers, in fact I have a pre-form with me.."

"WAIT!", I managed to say. "Stop a minute."

Now I REALLY was confused.

"I might not be the father? Legal papers? What is this bullshit? What the
fuck are you talking about?"

I actually laughed out loud. Louise pressed her hand down on my leg.

"Ron, baby. The way it works is that you won't be the only man with Jayda.
Mandy, explain it to Ron."

"Well, Ron, we invite three men to the thing, the event, oh, I don't know
what to call it. We picked three last month, the one before that wasn't too
well organized, it kind of happened, but three guys seems to work. I don't
think anymore would be right. It would be like a gang bang. Jayda and I
don't want that. We want our baby, well we want our baby to be  made in a
nicer atmosphere. It's weird, sorry, it's hard to explain. Anyway, we want
one more guy this time, a different guy, it will still be three of you in
total, and I really thought of you. I showed Jayda some pictures of you,
and she really wants you too."

I shook my head. Jesus, Louise was now hiring me out as a stud?

Louise sensed my discomfort.

"Ron, Mandy and Jayda want a father who is gay, or in your case, someone
who has a 'gay side'."

I tensed slightly.

"What is this? Some genetic engineering experiment? You want the kid to
have a 'gay gene'?"

Louise sighed. "Ron, please?"

I sat back.

"Louise, are you going to be like, getting off on watching while I fuck
this Jayda? Really?"

Louise looked back at me sternly. "Ron, I won't be there. It will be you,
the two other guys, Jayda, and Mandy."

Mandy crushed out her cigarette. She was about to stand up, when Louise
grabbed her hand and told her to stay.

I took a deep breath. I thought I better say something.

"Mandy, you mentioned legal papers. What do you mean exactly?"

Again, Mandy lingered before replying.

"Ron. Jayda and me, we want to be the parents. The only parents, the
biological side doesn't come into it. We'd ask for no money from the
biological father, no maintenance. We do the multiple guy thing so that in
the event of Jayda falling pregnant, we wouldn't even push to find out who
the actual father was. It could be any one of the three of you. I know you
two have two beautiful healthy boys. To be honest, you'd be ideal for
this."

I once more turned to Louise.

"And you? What would you feel if Jayda got pregnant, Louise?"

"Well, Ron, if Jayda did, I'd actually hope it was you who was the father.
But other than that, as to how the baby was actually 'made', I wouldn't
care."

"Not even when you see Mandy and Jayda's baby?"

Mandy interrupted.

"That wouldn't happen Ron. You see, once the baby is born, Jayda and me are
moving to London. It fits in with work, everything, it's the time. It all
fits."

Louise was next to speak.

"Ron, Mandy needs to know tonight. It's set for Saturday, it's the time of
the month. Come on, Ron, it's a chance for you to get together with a
couple of other guys, have some fun, fuck a sexy lady, and then come home
to me, no questions asked. Maybe you get a treat when you get home."

"Louise, it's more than that!"

"Only if Jayda gets pregnant! Ron, do it as a favor to me. Not just Mandy.
Please. You can see how important to Mandy this is."

Mandy looked like she was close to tears. I made an instant decision.

"Mandy, give me the fucking paper. Louise, you better not fucking be
kidding when you say you're OK with this! What the fuck am I doing! Jesus!"

Mandy excitedly fished around in her bag and handed me two sheets of
letterheaded paper. I saw some phrases like 'Initial disclaimer of paternal
rights', but without looking at the document too closely, I just fucking
signed it. What the fuck was my life coming to?

Mandy asked Louise to show me the 'other pictures' on her phone as she
headed to the bathroom.

These photos were more explicit, presumably from Mandy and Jayda's private
collection.

Jayda lying on a bed naked, facing the camera, legs spread. Her boob job
looked a good one, her silicon breasts rounded and proportional to her slim
body. Jayda wasn't bad looking, if you were into matures. I mentally
compared Jayda to Janice. She wasn't quite in Janice's class I felt. I
flicked through the other pictures. One with Jayda smoking, topless at what
looked like some outdoor festival, there were other topless girls and guys
in the background. I noticed a couple of tattoos. A smallish Ancient
Egyptian looking pattern circling a thin strip of Jayda's left upper arm.
What looked like a butterfly on a flower to the right of Jayda's pierced
navel. That tattoo looked older, more faded. I also noticed Jayda had a
pierced labia. Pierced nipples. I guess the kid wouldn't be breast feeding.

I did feel that the naked photos highlighted Jayda's true age. In a certain
position she definitely exhibited a slight belly, rippled flesh the tell-
tale sign of Jayda's advancing years. And in close up, her skin,
particularly on her hands, looked aged. I'd say Jayda was pushing 50. I
even thought there'd be a good chance that Jayda couldn't get pregnant. But
with the fertility drugs, maybe I was wrong.

The choice to me seemed keep Louise happy, fool around, possibly with a
couple of hot guys, and no repercussions. Fuck it. I was in.

Mandy came back and sat down. She retrieved her phone and the signed papers
I'd put my John Hancock on, and put these and her pack of Luckies and her
lighter in her red Michael Kors bag.

Louise asked Mandy to wait one minute while she went to the bathroom.

When Mandy and I were alone, Mandy spoke quietly to me.

"Ron, I'm so thankful for this. Really. Louise will give you directions to
our place for Saturday night. And please, don't tell Louise, but if the
other two men can't get you warmed up for Jayda, I'll help."

We looked into each other's eyes.

"Yes, Ron, I mean I'll HELP."

Louise and Mandy said their goodbyes and eventually I was able to change
out of my work clothes.



Louise and I ate a light dinner, cold chicken salad. We opened another
bottle of white wine, and chilled for a couple of hours.

Later, when we went up to bed, I didn't allow Louise a second as I grabbed
her firmly from behind.

"Miss Moneyhoney, that sales pitch you wrote lost us the Bergman contract.
Fuck! Call yourself a sales executive? It appears that all you're good for
is sucking cock!"

Louise immediately fell into character, putting on her sultry voice.

"Mr. Abbott. How can you say that? I'm a married woman, and I don't even
like sucking cock!"

"You'll love sucking mine, you good-for-nothing bitch!"

I pushed Louise roughly down on to the bed. Not too roughly. I pulled off
my pants and shirt and thrust my already hard cock forward towards Louise's
face.

"Eat it! Or so help me God, Miss Moneyhoney, I'll fire your ass this
instant!"

Louise looked up at me, a slightly innocent look on her face. With her
eyeglasses on and still wearing her work outfit, including her shoes, she
so looked the filthy secretary slut.

Louise pushed her head forward and started to suck on my cock, hands free.
While she ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of my tip, Louise
unbuttoned her blouse, then scooped her voluptuous tits free from her white
lacy brassiere. When she tossed her blouse behind her, I ordered Louise to
stand up.

Without speaking, I turned Louise around so she had her back to me, then
pushed her forwards onto the bed. Nice, I thought, as I saw now that Louise
was wearing black hold-up stockings, not pantyhose. I reached in and pulled
Louise's white panties off, this time taking care not to rip them.

I impatiently positioned myself so that I presented my cock at the entrance
to Louise's cunt. Fuck, I needed this bad.

"Miss Moneyhoney, you better be fucking good at this, or you are so fired!"

"Oh Mr. Abbott, I don't want to lose my job, but this feels so wrong!",
Louise whimpered, still very much in character.

I slammed my cock into Louise's cunt.

"But so GOOD!", Louise growled.

I started pumping Louise's cunt hard. I grunted on each thrust, while in
time Louise let out panted moans that turned me on even more. This looked
like it was going to be a quick one.

"Are you liking this, Miss Moneyhoney? Does your pussy husband do it to you
as good as this?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Abbott! Yes! You're so much better than him, that limp-dicked
bastard. You're the BEST, Mr. Abbott! But please, don't fuck my ass. I'm a
virgin. Please don't."

I slightly lost my rhythm. Was Louise, in character as 'Miss Moneyhoney',
actually encouraging me to fuck her in the ass? Or was she, in Louise
character telling me NOT to fuck her in the ass?

I decided to stick to the game.

"So you've never had it in the ass Miss Moneyhoney?"

"No Mr. Abbott, I don't know if I'd like it. But you fuck my cunny SOOOOHHH
good! Maybe you could show me?"

FUCK! I'm in! This is for real. Well, role pay 'for real', but FOR REAL.

I slowly extracted my stiff penis from Louise's soaking quim.

"Oh, Mr. Abbott, you made my cunny feel so good. But be gentle with my ass.
I'm a virgin. Mr. Moneyhoney begs me for it, but I never let him near my
ass. He's not as good a lover as you."

I bent down and leaned my face into Louise's ass. I wet my lips and tongue
and started to lick the puckered entrance to Louise's anus. Then I teased
her hole apart and spat into it. I stood back up.

I carefully slid the tip of my pussy-juice lubricated cock into place.

"Here it comes Miss Moneyhoney, you total ass-whore!"

Louise let out a muffled squealed 'Yes!' as I pushed my cock slowly but
firmly into her anus. My cock twitched wildly. Jesus, this was becoming
part of our sex life!

I started to slowly slide in and out of Louise's shitter. Louise had
started to shake, I wasn't sure why, until I realized she was frantically
frigging her clitoris from underneath. She'd also started a long slow
humming moan.

I slid in and out of Louise's asshole. One. Two. Three. Four. FIVE!

Bang! I felt my ballsack constrict and my cock spasm as I started to spurt
my seed deep into Louise's ass.

Louise frigged herself even faster and started to moan louder. A lot
louder.

"Fuck, Ron! Ron! I'm coming! Oh shit! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh .."

Louise shuddered for a good fifteen seconds as her orgasm intensified and
then gradually subsided.

I gently eased my cock out of Louise' asshole, then spoke to my still
squatting wife.

"Louise. That was fucking immense. I need to go to the bathroom, baby.
Thanks!"

"I need a fucking cigarette", was Louise's breathless response.

When I got back into the bedroom, it seemed Louise had found a pack of
Marlboros from somewhere, as she was lying in bed smoking. She'd taken all
of her clothes off, including her glasses.

"Ron, don't think this is a regular thing. But if you do things like the
Mandy thing for me, you can be sure I'll show my appreciation from time to
time."

I lay down next to Louise.

"Don't you think there could be longer term aspects to this weird sperm
donor situation? Things you're not thinking through?"

"Ron. Jayda might not get pregnant. And, the two other guys are by all
accounts younger than you, so they'll maybe strike gold first, right? Also,
by the sounds of it, you only get two 'goes'. Just do Mandy the favor,
twice, or maybe more if need be. And have fun, 'doing good'. And you WILL
have fun. Mandy told me the boys like to warm each other up in advance of
putting their dicks into Jayda, so it's not exactly a controlled medical
procedure. I don't want to be there. I don't want to get in the way. And
unlike Mandy, Jayda is supposed to like cock. Mandy says she gets a little
jealous about how much Jayda enjoys getting fucked."

That reminded me. I thought, OK, take a deep breath, go for it.

"Louise, on the subject of jealousy. I'm sorry. I'm having a hard time
watching you with other guys lately. Please don't get mad, I know we're in
this together. I'm just telling you how I feel. I love you. I'm wondering
if there's a way back to the sex just being me and you?"

Louise inhaled thoughtfully, expelling a jet of smoke from the right-hand
side of her mouth. She looked at me with a frown.

"Well, one thing Ron, I'm definitely not quitting smoking."

Louise tipped some ash into the ashtray on the bedside table.

Then smiling, she placed her left hand on my arm.

"Ron, a large part of this was built on you and your 'gay side'. Your thing
for guys. I've seen you fuck guys. I've seen you GET fucked. Take cock in
your ass. Twice. You saying your urges aren't there anymore? Or they'll
remain, but you'll control them? I can't say that I see that being
realistic."

"It's difficult, Louise. I'm going to have to try. But you said when Mike
was here that our sexual adventures made you feel 'liberated'. What did you
mean by that? Free? Free from me?"

Louise let out a short chuckle, took another drag on her Marlboro.

"Ron. If I wanted to be free from YOU, I'd fucking divorce you. Don't you
get that? And then I'd fuck whoever I want, how often I want. Or not. The
choice would be mine, and mine alone. I'm free to choose. Right now, I feel
I'm free to choose, but with YOU. I still want to be with YOU. I still love
you too, you know. If we have to moderate our sex life, I can agree to
that, once we've both thought it through. But if we bring other people into
our sex lives in ANY way, it's together, and we agree to discuss it
beforehand. But make no mistake, I am NOT playing along with the dutiful
wife script. It can't just be you bringing other women into our bed. Or
shemales. Sometimes it can be, if that's what we both want and agree to.
But if it's guys, then don't expect me to sit around and watch. Unless
that's what I want to do that time, just watch. I won't trick you into any
more situations either. I promise."

"Louise, at the start it was all so totally impulsive. Maybe the obviously
pre-arranged stuff we're doing now isn't to my liking. I don't know. It's
still a change I can't say I've really fully processed."

"Ron, YOU mentioned being jealous. You know, that's not a one way street. I
felt that there was more than just the physical with you and Shawna. We
haven't had her sit in a while. You think that's totally accidental?"

I reflected that we hadn't seen Shawna in a while.

"Ron, when we did the thing with Randall and Joanne. You seemed to be
pretty close to Joanne as well. The Randall thing, Raquel, that was also
something I felt a little jealous about. You know, if it had been up to me,
it would have been Joanne and RANDALL, not Joanne and RAQUEL. You know
that, right? How do you think I feel when you do it with a shemale? A
tranny? Like maybe I'm not good enough, because I don't have a cock? Think
about how I feel sometimes."

Louise was right. I hadn't considered her feelings at all.

"Ron. We have the festive meal night coming up. I certainly want nothing to
do sexually with anyone there, OK? Especially the Maloney's."

"Louise, can I remind you about the deal we had when we were out last. How
I had to be on my best behavior with Jon Parker. You need to promise the
same deal with Donna. But I agree. No hanky-panky. And we don't go to the
after party, even if you're drunk and suggest we go. Yeah?"

Louise extinguished her cigarette.

"Ron, do the Mandy/Jayda thing. Except for that, let's lay off the freaky
stuff for a while. We'll talk about it in January. Deal?"

"Deal", I swiftly agreed.

Louise turned out the light. I lay down wondering what I'd got myself into
with Mandy and Jayda.





TO BE CONTINUED