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Date: Thu, 7 May 2020 12:00:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 47

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 47

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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I walked back to the car in a daze. I was trying to maintain a brave
facade. I didn't think it would be good to look too upset in front of Cara.
Male pride, or whatever. I felt a little sick inside. What had just
happened? I mean, was that normal behavior? My reaction to what I'd just
seen? How turned on I'd been?

And what the fuck was I going to do now?

Cara lit a cigarette as soon as we got outside. She offered me one. I was
actually tempted, but I declined.

Cara speed-smoked as we walked to the car. We then got in, and Cara gave me
rough directions to her place. It wasn't too far, over in the direction of
Battle Hill Park. A seven to ten minute ride.

I started the engine and nearly hit another car making a left turn in the
parking lot. An older model gold Lexus. It was a big fucking car but I
completely failed to see it. I forced myself to concentrate. I was fucking
all over the place, and crashing the car wasn't exactly going to help with
my stress levels.

So many things were going through my mind. Rudy and Louise. FUCK! Rudy AND
Louise! Together. How could that happen? What the fuck did Louise know?
Anything? Everything? Nothing?

I decided to quiz Cara. She seemed to know more than me about Louise's
moonlighting.

"Cara. I need to ask you some questions. Like, why for instance.."

I was trying to stay calm. I was trying to gather my thoughts. Don't shout,
I told myself. Stay cool. It was tough.

"Why the fuck did you do this to me? You get off on this kind of shit?
Really?"

Cara looked directly at me. Maybe my attempts to not come off as aggressive
weren't working. Her look was kind of saying, 'I get off on this kind of
shit? What about you?'

Cara took a few seconds before she answered.

"Ron, you're gonna find this hard to believe but I did it for you. For you
AND Louise, actually."

"Fucking bullshit!" I whispered.

Actually, I didn't whisper. My voice was louder than I'd meant it to be. I
tried to tone it down. "Sorry, Cara, I didn't mean to, like, .. fuck, I
don't know. Sorry. But why? Why?"

Cara breathed out.

"OK, Ron. Here's the deal. You can believe me or not believe me. That's
your prerogative. But anyway. You see, Louise invited me round to your
place not just for us to have sex. Sure, that was part of the arrangement,
hopefully. Unless things went horribly wrong. But she also told me she
needed support. Moral support. When she confronted you with something."

"What?" I asked. I wasn't quite getting what Cara was saying to me.

"OK, Ron. Louise isn't stupid. Louise knows you've been fucking a guy
behind her back. A guy called 'Rudy'."

I coughed.

"Jesus. Rudy. Fucking Rudy! How? The bastard told Louise this?", I
spluttered.

"Yes, Ron. Yes, he did."

"So, Louise gets me back. By fucking Rudy! Fuck. So fucking obvious."

Cara looked at me. I glanced over and noted the surprise on her face.

"What are you talking about, Ron?"

"Come on Cara! Rudy! The fucking guy in your sex tape with Louise and
Sandy!"

Cara now looked really surprised. She started to laugh, an almost
uncontrollable, loud staccato cackle. It took her a few seconds to regain
her composure.

"THAT WAS RUDY? Oh my God! REALLY?!?!?"

Another fit of laughter swept over Cara.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! The guy in my office? THAT was RUDY? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Ohhhhhh, FUCK! Louise! Jesus!"

Cara couldn't stop laughing. I thought for a second she was going to choke.
She eventually took a deep breath.

"You didn't know?", I inquired.

"No, Ron, honestly. I did not know that was Rudy. I knew she knew him, that
guy, through work. Didn't know he was Rudy. THE Rudy. Fuck, Louise, you
have a LOT of style, girl!"

As I approached a turn, Cara suddenly told me to head right. "Right here,
Ron!"

I braked, signaled in time, and made the turn.

"Then it's only another few minutes."

Cara breathed out, almost whistling.

"Well, Ron, I didn't know that, that makes things interesting."

Understatement of the year.

"Cara, tell me. I need to know. Why did you decide to show me the movie?"

Cara seemed to be thinking. Then she jerked her head up.

"One minute, Ron. Take a left. Yes. Up the hill. There. See my car, the
white Toyota? Just inside that small parking lot. Just there. Pull up
there."

I glided into a spot next to the white Toyota. It was a sports model. It
looked brand new. I left the engine running while I gathered my thoughts.

"Cara, can we discuss what just happened back at your store, and why?"

"I'm assuming you don't mean the blow job?"

Cara looked at me, smiled, then unfastened her seat belt. "Sure, Ron.
You're coming in, right?"

I paused. I hadn't thought about it.

Cara unlocked her phone.

"Ron, take a look at this. You have time."

I looked at the message Cara was showing me. It was from a contact called
'Louise A'. Fucking Louise.

-- Cara. Too hungover. Ron's yours for the afternoon. My little present to
you. Remember he LOVES anal. LOL! Talk tomorrow.

Fuck.

I sighed. What the fuck was going on? Had I fallen down some fucking rabbit
hole? Was I sleeping, and this was all a fucking dream? I almost thought
about pinching myself.

"Ron, come on. Turn the engine off. We can just talk if that's what you
want. I need a glass of wine, right now, and the whole story might take
some time."

I shrugged almost imperceptibly then turned the key and cut the engine.

Cara smiled at me conspiratorially.

"And if you'd like to fuck me in the ass, well, I wouldn't say 'no'!"


==

Cara's apartment was on the first story of what could easily be described
on a real estate listing website as a 'luxury development'. Once we
accessed the main building through a keycard-controlled set of glass doors,
the front door of Cara's apartment opened onto one very big living area. An
open-plan kitchenette was separate by the back wall, and what looked like a
large bedroom was over on the left as you looked at the interior on
entering. Cara had a Middle-East thing going on, lots of dark blues and
golds and rich reds. And like a fucking million cushions. On a large dark
red fabric-covered sofa, on chairs, even on the fucking floor. Jesus. These
artistic types.

"Sit down, Ron. Let me get changed. Two minutes. There's soda and beer in
the fridge, over there, see?"

I felt like asking Cara where I'd sit given that every fucking surface
seemed to have a stupid fucking cushion on it. Eventually, I settled on the
sofa, after rearranging some Indian type patterned cushions so I could
actually sit my ass down.

Cara came back in after about ten minutes. The wait seemed to take ages.
She wore a very long black silk dressing gown, tied at the waist. Looked
like not a lot on underneath. She'd re-arranged her hair, it was different
to last night. It was now swept back over her head, looked like she'd
applied some hair gel at the sides. And it seemed to me she'd re-touched
her make-up. Her eyeliner was redefined and she'd applied a silvery
eyeshadow. She'd done her lips for sure, they were colored a deep pink.
She'd worked quickly. Louise would have probably taken an hour to achieve a
similar look.

Cara walked to the kitchen area and poured herself a glass of wine. She
then took a few steps back in to the living area and sat down opposite me
on a spectacular rounded black rattan chair. Thing was shaped like a
peacock. Looked like it cost a few bucks.

Cara lit a cigarette.

"No drink, Ron?"

"I'm fine for now Cara. OK, sorry to be like, brusque, but can we start?
Really, what the fuck were you thinking when you showed me that film?"

I was surprised at how calm I had become. The coital images of Louise I'd
watched hadn't totally messed with my head. There had been the initial
shock, of course. But I'd seen her fucked in front of me before, after all.

No, right now I was more worried about what Louise knew about me and Rudy.
How and when she'd found out. And how she'd reacted when she found out. I
hadn't picked up on it in any way.

"Ron, I need to give you some background first. I'm not being an asshole,
honestly, but it will make more sense to you if I give you everything. And
I think if I tell you the whole story, it will help you. Help you and
Louise. OK?"

Again, I sighed. I thought, fuck it, let her tell her story. I might learn
something about Louise. If listening to Cara's bullshit was the price I had
to pay, so be it.

"Cara, I'll take a beer. Over there, right?"

Cara pointed me to the kitchen area where I found a large black built-in
refrigerator. I opened the door and grabbed a beer. A fucking craft beer,
naturally, no mass-produced generics for Cara. 'Winkle Lager'. I'd never
heard of it, but I levered off the cap, and walked back to the sofa with
the cold bottle in my right hand.

Cara took a long drag on her cigarette. She exhaled with a flourish, then
took a deep sip of white wine. She then carried on.

"OK, so I'll start at the start. Best place, I suppose. Ron, this could
take a few minutes, but please, hear me out."

I took a swig of the lager. It wasn't bad.

"I first met Louise at that Irish place, over by where Louise works. I'd
gone there with Beverley, my girlfriend, well, my ex-girlfriend. We were
together for 13 months, our relationship was intense. She was younger than
me. A real 'free spirit' she used to call herself. We had a LOT of sex. I
didn't like the other people aspect, but she'd told me when we got together
that she'd never ever turn down good sex, and I had to live with it. We'd
played around with other people. Girls, mainly. But Beverley did what she
wanted, whether I liked it or not. Fuck, one night, she even left me
sitting in a bar and fucked off with another girl. Left me to take care of
the check. I thought she'd gone to the bathroom. I should have dumped her.
I was too needy, I see that now."

I frowned. I had a feeling this was going to go on and on.

"Cara, are we going to get to the point anytime soon?"

"Ron, sorry, shit, yeah, maybe too much detail. Sorry. So we're in that
Irish place. It's Beverley that notices Louise first. Let's face it, Ron,
most people notice Louise. She's a beautiful woman. You know that better
than anybody. And if you're into big tits, and I am, .."

A pause.

"Maybe I should've got these bigger..", Cara seemed to think out loud as
she glanced down at her own chest.

I tried to signal using my eyes for her to fucking get a move on. Jesus.
She looked at me, took a swift drag on her cigarette, and seemed to
acknowledge my impatience.

"Anyway. Beverley says we should talk to Louise when she next goes for a
smoke. We talk to Louise outside. Louise is nice. It's clear Beverley is
trying to hit on Louise, fuck, it's so damn obvious. My God! It was
embarrassing. This is early, like around 7:30pm. So, the night progresses.
Beverley drinks some more. A lot more actually. She's moved off of beer
pretty quick, she's onto Irish Whiskey, next it's Baileys, that creamy
liquor, then some fucking shot type concoction they do, looks like a small
Guinness. What was it? Yeah, 'Baby Guinness', Baileys and Kahlua or some
shit. Gets to about 10pm, she's hammered. We have an argument. That was
happening a lot. It was about Louise. Beverley wanted to, well..

"We were nearing the end of our relationship at this point, I just couldn't
admit it to myself. So, Beverley walks out in a mood. I decide, this time,
just this ONE fucking time, to not run out after her. So I stay at the
table. Fuck, I need to pay the tab anyway. I'm always the one picking up
the tab. I order another drink."

Cara sucked the last legs out of her cigarette and stubbed it out in an
ashtray on a small circular table next to her 'Peacock' chair.

"So, I think Louise sees I'm upset. She comes over to my table. By the way,
your guy, Rudy, he'd turned up by now. Looked like he was with the older
executive guy, the boss."

"Yes, Bill," I interjected.

"Anyway, that night, Ron. Louise is so sympathetic. I tell her that
Beverley and me are having issues. She actually tells me she's having
marriage troubles as well."

This made me start. When was this?

"We have a really great talk. She mentions she's in a marriage that is
'unconventional'. Not many details other than that, Ron. I didn't push it.
My head was stuck firmly in my own problems that night. Anyway, I give
Louise my business card, I tell her I can do special jewelry just for her,
and I go home. Alone."

I still wanted to know when this conversation had taken place.

"When was this Cara?"

"I think it was October, no, ehm, last November. Exact date? I don't know.
I'm kinda sure it was in November, Beverley split that month. It was a
Thursday, early or middle of the month. It was raining that night."

Cara bent over the table next to her and lit another cigarette, before
standing up and walking to the kitchen area where she poured herself a
glass of wine. Cara turned round to me.

"You need anything, Ron?"

I said no thanks. Cara returned to the 'Peacock' chair. She sat down and
crossed her legs. It was obvious that she was naked under her gown.

"About a week later, Louise calls me. At the store. We arrange for Louise
to look at some jewelry. Beverley's gone at that point. For good. Fucked
off to California. Business Class flight from JFK to San Diego, paid for
using my Visa. Last money she got out of me."

Cara took a draw on her cigarette, then lightly tapped some ash into the
ashtray before continuing.

"So, Louise comes to the store. I'll admit this Ron, I tried to be demure,
I did try to seduce her. Subtle things, like languid caresses of her hair
and neck as I got her to try on necklaces. Some touches of her ears. I was
like a schoolgirl with a crush. Jesus, I must have been pathetic.

"Anyway, before Louise leaves, she tells me she's into men AND girls. And
we kiss for the first time. It just happened. Christ, I nearly fainted. I
touched her tits, but she kind of snapped out of it, and left. She told me
she'd come back to the Mall, and we should meet for coffee the next day.
Which was a Tuesday, I think. I can't wait 'til I get home. I put a 'Gone
15 minutes' sign on the door, locked up, headed back to the office and I
fucking practically destroyed my clit with my stiff little fingers until I
came. Hard and loud."

I still wanted to push things along.

"Cara, so you met Louise. You had a kiss. This isn't helping me a lot.
Where the fuck are you going with this?"

"OK, Ron. We meet a couple of times for coffee. Louise talks to me openly
about her and you. I'm like her confidante."

I winced. I once thought I was Louise's 'confidante'.

"One day, we're having coffee, and Louise suggests we go for dinner that
week. She suggests Thursday night. She says she can cover it with you by
saying she's going for after-work drinks. I reserve a slot at that Sushi
restaurant I mentioned before. I'm lucky. Sandy has a friend works there,
otherwise no chance of a reservation."

Cara takes another drag on her cigarette.

"So we have Sushi. Louise is very open. That was the night I felt some
chemistry, real chemistry, between us. For the first time. She tells me
about you and her, and another guy. By then she's told me you're gay, how
you all fucked a few nights before with this other guy. She said she felt
jealous of him, I forget his name. She said she thought you'd fallen in
love with him. And that you were fucking him behind her back. Ron, she got
quite upset. We left the restaurant. Louise started crying, and we got a
Lyft here."

Cara put her cigarette down in the ashtray.

"Ron, so, we got back here. Louise immediately comes onto me. I swear it,
it was HER taking the lead. Oh, how I loved it. We kissed like teenage
lovers. Fuck, I REALLY loved it. Shit, I'm getting moist even thinking
about it now. I actually got to suck on Louise's gorgeous titties for the
first time. Then, I squat down, I put a finger in her wet pussy, she calls
it 'cunny', but you know that. She seems to be loving it as well, she's
very excited. But then she kind of instantly snaps out of it again, like a
fucking light switch has been turned off. She's very apologetic. But she
says she needs to go home to you. I get her a Lyft, and she goes home. I
had to make do with what was left of the flavor of Louise's pussy juices
off of my fingers and a solo vibrator session. Ron, my God. I was seriously
into Louise by then. I think I'd fallen in love with your wife."

Cara paused, then looked over directly at me.

"Any questions, Ron? 'bout what I've just told you?"

I shook my head, then raised my eyebrows, indicating that Cara should
continue.

"No, Cara, go on."

"Anyway, one Wednesday, it's after Christmas, Louise calls me. She says
she's out for a work drink the following night. Not the Irish place this
week, it's a Mexican place, El Poblano, you probably know it. Says they'll
be eating, but I should come at nine and we'll have a drink and a talk.

"Anyway, I turn up at the place, quarter after nine, and I have a
Strawberry Margarita. Louise sees me and comes over to where I'm sat. We
talk. She mentions a party you're going to at the weekend. She tells me
about the things you've done. I definitely feel something. Shit, pretty
soon my panties are soaking. I actually told Louise how wet I was, she just
giggled. Anyway, I decide to try and persuade Louise to come here, to the
apartment. She says she wants to, she'd really like to, but you're home.
The boys, etcetera. I'm pretty turned on.

"Spur of the moment, I say, hey, wait a minute. I suggest we can stop off
at my office. I tell Louise it's on the way to your place anyways. Louise
agrees, she says her goodbyes to her work people. That guy Rudy, I think
he's there again. The older guy, the boss, he isn't. I agree to wait
outside so it doesn't look like we're leaving together. I was so fucking
worried Louise wouldn't come out. But she did. So, we come to the office. I
nearly fucking set the alarm off. Jesus, that was close. Talk about Sandy.
I got it last try on the keycode. I wasn't drunk, but I was fat-fingered
nervous. I really wanted to make love to Louise."

Cara looked over at me.

"Ron, you need another beer? You're still listening, right?"

"No beer, Cara. And I'm still listening. Please, carry on."

Cara picked up her pack of cigarettes.

"Shit, no smokes. Ron, sorry, I need to do this."

I realized what was happening when Cara pulled out the polyethene wrap and
the miniature spoon. I watched as Cara took two deep snorts of coke. She
wiped her nose, then picked her wine glass back up.

Before Cara continued, I butted in.

"Cara. Does Louise do coke?"

Cara stared at me.

"Ron, that's something you'd have to ask Louise."

Shit. That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I'd expected a straight 'no'.

"OK, Ron. So that night is the night, the one I showed you in the picture.
You can check this with Louise, but earlier this week we looked at the
pictures that were shot that night, the movie as well, and Louise asked me
to bring the stills to your place last night. I think there was some
scenario, maybe she'd worked it all out in advance, but there was some
scenario she had in mind last night, that we were gonna all look at the
pictures on your PC."

Cara stood up.

"One minute, Ron. I have a pack of cigarettes in the bedroom I use for
joints. Sorry, gimme a minute."

Cara walked into the bedroom. As she crossed the floor I got a good look at
her enhanced breasts through the gap in her robe. They weren't at all bad.
I remembered her pierced nipples.

Cara was gone about a minute then walked back into the room.

"Tada!" she exclaimed as she displayed a box pack of Marlboro Reds in her
right hand.

Cara sat down and lit up. She took a deep inhale before closing her eyes,
then pursed her lips upwards and expelled a long thin jet of blue-ish smoke
towards the ceiling. She opened her eyes and turned her gaze back to me.

"OK, Ron. Where were we? Yes. Right. Now before we do anything, you know,
anything sexual, Louise and me we sit down, have a smoke, have a drink.
I've got a bottle of Pinot Grigio in my mini-fridge in the office, I keep
if for exclusive clients. I have a few pretty decent clients. Big
spenders."

Jesus, I thought, this woman can talk.

"So, Louise really opens up. She says she's sure you're cheating on her.
With a guy. Daniel. No, wait, fuck, not Daniel.. what was it? David. Yes,
fucking David! She tells me how you love transex people, you know, chicks
with dicks. She says this David is part-time transex, and she thinks that
you love him. More than just physical."

I gulped, tried to do it without Cara seeing my reaction. Cara raised her
eyebrows.

"Ron, sorry to say this, but she was maybe right."

Cara flicked some more ash into the ashtray. Took another slow drag.

"So, Ron, that night. We have sex. You know that already. Great sex
actually. Sorry to say that again. And we continue to see each other.
Daytimes for coffee. I shut the store over lunchtime and we come here.
Anyway, next thing might be of interest to you. If you're thinking of
saving your relationship, I mean. Relevant shit."

Another drag. A drink of wine.

"One day, we've had sex, lunchtime session. Toys. Jesus, Louise likes toys.
But you know that."

Did I? I didn't necessarily think that. Another thing I'd missed?

"So, we're lying in bed sharing a post-fuck joint, and Louise asks me if
I'd fuck you. Straight out asks me. With her watching, she adds. I don't
reply immediately. The dope is good, and I'm still not fully down from my
multiple orgasms. But I'm into the idea. I mean, if it makes Louise happy.
So, she takes a piss, then gets her phone, and shows me some pictures. You.
Goes without saying, Ron, I think you're handsome. She actually shows me a
movie of you fucking some girl's ass. Blonde girl, your age, a few tattoos,
very attractive. By the way, Ron, you have a nice cock. Very photogenic.
Louise told me they'd had a thing going, her and this girl. Old school
friends. I was so fucking jealous, I admit it."

It must have been Debbie. Red Gables. Fuck me, practically 'day zero'.
Fabio, Debbie. That seemed a lifetime ago. Jesus.

"Anyway, Ron, we're kind of up to date now. I met Louise earlier this week.
She set up what happened yesterday. She told me to bring the pictures we
had of our office love session, or email them. But she also told me that
she knew you were fucking this guy called Rudy. That he'd told her. Ron,
guy sounds like he's an ass-hat. Louise says he even told her you fucked
each other before any swinging shit you and Louise got into happened. I
don't think that's true, right?"

My face probably gave it away. Cara raised her eyebrows.

"Oh!"

Cara shrugged, and pulled another Marlboro out of the pack beside her and
lit it from the tip of her dying butt.

"Well, Ron, I think you owe Louise an explanation if that's true. More wine
needed, one minute."

I waited as Cara poured the remainder of the wine bottle into her glass.
Then I heard the refrigerator door open, then click shut, before I heard a
soft pop as Cara opened another bottle of beer.

Cara walked over to me with her Marlboro dangling from her lips, wine glass
in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other. I put my empty down, and
accepted the fresh bottle. I took a deep draught, as Cara sat back down.

"OK Ron. Like I told you about the pictures of Louise and me. We'd
discussed looking at them with you last night. All three of us together.
But the Louise and Sandy stuff was a surprise when I first watched the
footage back.

"First, I know Sandy has on occasion brought guys to the office for a
quickie. Shit I've watched it. I always check for unusual activity in the
office. I could even watch live if I wanted to, it's set up to stream here.
That same guy, the one with Louise, whatshisname, Rudy. Sandy's fucked him
at least once before and I have the whole thing down on cam. I can show you
if you want?"

I shook my head.

"So Thursday night, Louise is either so wasted she forgets, or she just
doesn't fucking care, cos she knows about the security cam. Or maybe she's
sending a message. I thought at first to me, but honestly Ron, I'm
flattering myself. I think the message was intended for you. Maybe she
thought I might bring it to your place. I think she meant for me to see the
movie and to show you the movie. So I did. But to be clear, she can't for
certain know I have the footage, and she sure as shit doesn't know I've
shown it to you. This part I'm guessing."

I remained silent. Cara looked over at me, took a slow pull on her Marlboro
before exhaling.

"Did I answer your question, Ron? Yes? No?"

"Yes," I replied, quietly. I tried to gather my thoughts. I took a slug of
beer. I breathed out.

"Cara, how come you said that you think it would help me, I can't remember
exactly, how it would help Louise and me stick together? Work things out? I
think you said something like that, right?"

Cara looked like she was thinking for a few seconds.

"OK. Ron, Louise knows you've been fucking that guy behind her back. The
guy himself, Rudy, has told her. You need to talk about it with Louise. I
thought if I showed you the movie you'd be more interested in an open and
frank discussion. I think if you thought you'd get away with it, you'd lie
to her. If you lied, Louise told me that she would leave you. Ron, Louise
told me that last night she'd ask you straight up if you'd fucked Rudy
behind her back. If you said 'no', she was gonna give you some proof she
knew. Something on her phone. And she was going to divorce you. Now it
didn't happen last night, she changed her mind. I'm honestly not sure why,
and I was having fun, so I didn't push it.

"But think about it, Ron. You go home now, and Louise asks you, and you lie
to her. If she's still on the same page as before, well, fuck Ron, you're
fucked. It's over. I'm trying to stop that. Ron, I love Louise. But I know
how much she loves you, and I cannot watch that love die. Even if I lose
out."

I sat there in silence for a half a minute, maybe longer.

"Ron, are you fucking getting this? To make it clear, and don't think for a
minute this is some fucking double bluff, last Thursday's cam shit makes it
clear. Louise KNOWS, and she's looking for some honesty from you. Tell
Louise the truth, goddammit. You lie, well .. fuck, just don't lie. She'll
fucking divorce you. I know it. For real!"

I didn't know what to say.

"And one thing, Ron. Totally get this complete dick Rudy out of both of
your lives!"

Cara crushed out her cigarette, and looked over at me.

"Now are you gonna fuck my ass, or what?"

I glanced up. Cara smiled at me.

"I've got some weed in the bedroom, give me a few minutes while I roll a
joint."




TO BE CONTINUED