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Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2021 14:11:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 67

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 67

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends



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For a few weeks after our party weekend, things were, relatively speaking,
quiet.

For sure, in the bedroom, Louise and I were active. More active than we had
been for a while. I found myself really appreciating sex with Louise. To be
honest, more than I had in years. Having regularly fucked other people, it
seemed that I had re-discovered my lust for my amazingly sexy wife. And
having seen her enjoy sex with other people, specifically with other men, I
really tried to go the extra mile and always did my best to satisfy Louise
sexually.

It was weird, maybe, but it was genuinely how I felt. I sometimes wondered
if all this crazy shit had brought us closer together. Still, I couldn't
shake my jealous streak. I don't think that was ever going to totally go
away.

We watched the movie of me fucking Deanna a few times. Louise actually
liked watching it more than I did. One time she surprised me by
masturbating with her gold vibrator as we watched, telling me not to touch
her and to let her bring herself off. I'd actually forgotten that she had
it. And then I remembered the purple strap-on. I wondered when she'd get
round to wanting to use that on me.

As far as the movie went, I found it weird watching this pale-skinned guy
who looked like me, hammering Deanna's dusky dark brown ass. I hadn't
realized how intense I'd been. How different I looked, even. The look on my
face as I violently pumped Deanna's asshole wasn't a look I truly
recognized or liked. And when I saw myself come on screen, I was
embarrassed watching myself lose control. It was like I was some bad porn
actor, doing one of those weird 'cum face' facial expressions.

Another thing I didn't like about the movie, was the fact that, on camera,
Deanna didn't look as sexy as I remembered them. From the side, and from
various angles, Deanna clearly looked male. I mean they were male; I knew
that. But at the time I'd thought Deanna was much more feminine than she
appeared in our little home-made porno.

I wouldn't say I was ashamed or regretful about what had happened, by any
means. But despite Louise doing a good job filming, and I couldn't argue
that she showed good amateur movie-making skills, I didn't feel comfortable
watching it.


==

I hadn't really discussed any opportunities for extra-curricular activities
with Louise, when, one Wednesday night, she brought the topic up. It was
after dinner. The boys were in bed.

"Ron, can I show you something?"

Louise had her laptop open. I sat down next to her on the couch.

"So, Ron. I'm going to sign us up to this website. But only if you agree."

Louise pointed at the screen. It was a swingers website. Louise had filled
out a new profile.

"Ron, this is the profile I've made. Can you check it out? You are better
than me at wording things, so feel free to make changes."

I read the profile. It was OK. It basically described us as a bisexual
couple, who wished to meet other bisexual couples. There was a list of
checkboxes with our 'likes', including the types of people we would like to
meet. I checked the lengthy list and noticed that, amongst other things,
Louise had checked 'Trans', and 'Will meet smokers'.

After I'd read it through a couple of times, I turned to Louise.

"OK, Louise. The online thing, I get it. Good way to meet other people. But
you're sure you want to do this?"

"Ron, I think I do. I haven't mentioned this, but I had some emails and
texts from Taffy. I wasn't sure if I'd like to meet her and Brian again.
She seemed to want to make it a regular thing, and the way she was talking,
you know, writing, I mean, it seemed she had a big thing for you. You made
a big impression on her. And she kept on going on and on about her
'assgasm' when you and her fucked.

"Anyway, I thought that I WOULD like to meet with another couple, or other
couples, but I didn't really want to make it a regular thing. You know,
every so often, I'd prefer just a one-off, no strings type deal. And this
was what I figured would work. I sense you haven't embraced the Cara/Rudy
thing. Don't argue, darling, I get it. But I will say, we're not putting
Cara and Rudy off forever. But let's try some new people first, OK?"

I couldn't argue with Louise's logic, and to be honest, her views mainly
mirrored my own. And she was right, I was a lot less keen than her on any
Cara/Rudy shit.

Another thing was, I didn't want to get mixed up with a couple where over
time Louise might form feelings for the male that I couldn't handle. No-
strings was definitely my preferred MO if we were going to continue with
our alternative sexual lifestyle. And this type of website was the best way
to get that kind of gig, it was obvious, and I was surprised it had taken
us this long to get here.

I took Louise's laptop, and made some minor re-wordings. Then I handed the
computer back to Louise. Louise gave the edited text a once over, then
clicked 'Create Profile'. After having to click on some confirmation
buttons sent to her email account, we were set. There was an invitation to
upload some pictures - 'Verified picture accounts work much better', the
website was telling us.

"OK, Ron. Let's go upstairs. We need to shoot some pictures. I'm quite
happy for them to be, eh, you know, sexy. Nude even. But we have to avoid
showing our faces. OK?"

The photo shoot with Louise got me very horny. Louise started by putting on
a dress I hadn't seen before, a short tight black one, which did her
massive titties more than justice. I got one fantastic shot with Louise
leaning forward cupping her delicious breasts up and out. Jesus, my cock
was straining to get out of my pants, and we'd only just started.

Louise then let me take a few shots of her naked, then she put on a
suspender belt and a pair of sheer black stockings and high-heels for the
final set of pictures. I got even harder when Louise lit a Marlboro and
fondled her nipples as I snapped them close-up.

Louise got me to take a last picture with her holding a sheet of paper with
the date written on it.

"OK, Ron. Your turn."

I stripped. Louise initially took some close-ups of my by now very stiff
dick. Then she backed off for some body shots. Finally, she threw the
digital camera on the bed and gave me an unexpected smoky blow-job. Shit, I
came in about thirty seconds, I was that excited.

We eventually sat down together in bed. I took a few minutes to edit and
crop the pictures we'd decided to use, and I made sure that our faces were
removed. Louise looked at the selection of photos, then asked me to "blur"
a couple of pictures where her face was visible rather than crop her head
off at the neck.

"Too freaky, Ron, like that King Henry guy chopped all his wives' heads
off."

We then uploaded these additional pictures. Louise got me to take a final
close-up almost-gynecological picture of her teasing her very moist cunt
lips apart, and she posted that.

That got me going again, and I spontaneously climbed on top of Louise and
gave her a very hard banging. We came in unison, Louise having to try
really hard throughout to keep her passionate moans low enough so we didn't
wake the kids. Shit, sex with Louise was amazing these days.

Eventually, we updated our profile with all of the pictures, and saved. Our
profile name was "L&R Bi". Louise chose it and I couldn't think of anything
better.

"So, Ron, we've done it! Let's see what turns up."


==

The following day, I got a surprise at work when an email from Linda Ware
landed in my Inbox. It was an invite to an afternoon workshop the following
Thursday with her 'Web people' to discuss a new real-time application to
globally track Toxic Waste shipments and processing plants. Evidently data
volumes were going to be massive, and a technical approach needed to be
agreed regarding Cloud-hosting options. I noticed that the other invitee
was called Justin Otterson.

Based on the email address on the invite, I googled Justin's company
website. He was a partner in an IT services firm, and when I hit his bio
page, I saw a guy who looked late 30s, with longish light-brown hair and a
very broad smile, and impeccable teeth. He was possibly more masculine than
my 'type', but he was at least clean-shaven, and I told myself this was a
business meeting anyway, so why should I care. That didn't stop me google-
stalking his personal web presence.

I found his social media was open and looked at some pictures on Facebook
where it appeared that Justin was into watersports. Not that kind of
watersports! There were pictures of him on a jet-ski, in some sort of Kayak
thing, and several general beach type shots, some topless. The main thing
other than Justin's gym-toned body that I noticed was that Justin had
heavily tattoo-ed arms.

In terms of 'would I?' or 'wouldn't I?' given the chance, Justin was
probably a 'would'. Anyway, it was a professional engagement only, and I
told myself to stop thinking of it as anything else. I assumed that in the
circumstances, fucking Linda was 'out', and I resigned myself to the fact
that the thing that had happened with Linda was almost certainly a one-
night stand. Which probably wasn't a bad thing, I reflected.


==

At the weekend, Louise showed me that we'd had a few visitors on the
contact website, some 'likes' and some 'winks'. She mentioned we'd also
received some private messages.

I checked the profiles of the people who had winked at us. We'd had eight
winks. Five were from single guys, 'Don't they read the profile?' Louise
complained, and three were from couples. Couples like us.

Louise showed me the first couple's profile. She clicked on the gallery
section. There was a series of black-and-white pictures. Two showed a dark-
haired woman and a guy sucking a cock. Well, the guy was sucking the cock,
it was buried in his mouth, while the woman had extended her tongue and was
licking the glistening shaft.

It was the guy who really caught my attention. Very pretty face, short dark
hair, and even with his mouth full of dick, it looked like he was smiling.
The woman was OK looking, nothing spectacular if the truth be told. But I
definitely liked the look of the guy.

I scrolled down the long list of thumbnails in their gallery. The pictures
were a mix of color and black-and-white. There were a few body shots of the
woman, who I reckoned had had her tits done. The guy had a very nice-
looking cock, I'd estimate 7-inches, uncut. I got Louise to tab back to the
main profile section and read about the couple's interests. 'Meeting for
sex with like-minded couples' was at the top of the couple's bio.

"Ron, what do you think of Laura and Adam, then?" The people in the profile
were listed as, 'Laura and Adam NY'.

I took a moment to think about my reply.

"Well, Louise, I like the look of Adam. I'm not totally feeling it with
Laura."

"Hhhmm, Ron. Not that much different from me, then. He's definitely the hot
one. But do you think you'd be OK if we met them? At some point in the
future? Or a definite 'no'?"

I hesitated. Louise continued.

"Actually, Ron, let's look at the other winks we got. And we can also do a
search of our own. OK?"

I nodded.

Louise opened a link to the second couple's profile.

This couple had chosen the moniker, 'Lock and Load'. The woman (I didn't
know if she was meant to be 'Lock' or 'Load') was a pretty brunette who
seemed very comfortable in front of a camera and had totally no problem
posing for face shots. Most of the pictures showed her in lingerie. In
others, she was wearing extremely short mini-skirts, or provocative
dresses. Some of the pictures were outdoors and seemed mainly to be shots
of her exposing her ass and shaved cunt in parks or woodland. A couple of
pictures showed her in a car, in one she was eating a cock poked through
the driver's side window.

She had a decent figure, with a shapely bust. I took her to be around 40
(profile said 39). Would I fuck her? Yes. The guy looked around the same
age. I wouldn't say he was my 'type', but he did have a huge cock. And I
mean, HUGE, it looked like it was at least ten inches long. That alone made
me interested.

Like the first couple, I saw them as possibles, but would they be my first
choice? No. Would I have got it on with them at the Xochi party? I found
myself thinking, 'maybe not'.

Louise and I had a quick discussion about 'Lock and Load'. Basically,
Louise liked the guy's cock, and thought the female was sexy. But she, like
me, wasn't 100% set on playing with them.

"But another possible, Ron. Agree?"

I agreed, "Yes, not totally out of the question."

The final couple who had winked were older. Their profile described them as
experienced swingers, married for 30 years, and 'very in tune with the
scene'.

The wife was a plump-ish blonde. Not fat, I wouldn't say she was fat
exactly, but for someone her age, (profile said 54) she was pretty fucking
horny. Big floppy round tits. She had definitely been a looker when she was
younger. In fact, thinking about it, she was still very attractive. She
reminded me a little of Janice, my Boston training course fuck-buddy from
the year before, but heavier.

The guy looked like he'd been an athlete, and he still looked very fit.
Assuming the photos were genuine. He reminded me a little of the silver-
haired guy at the Xochi party. Also, maybe a little like Daniel, the older
sex-party organizer. But I guess you'd have to say he was more 'classically
handsome' than the other two. The sort of guy who fucked LOTS of women when
he was younger. The opposite of me, basically.

He was 58 years old, according to the profile, and was called Barry. The
wife was called Annette.

They had a number of uncensored photos in their gallery. A couple of the
pictures showed them both sucking a large cock. There were pictures of
Annette being fucked, by other guys, not Barry. And there was a set of
Barry fucking with another couple, a younger couple, including a nice shot
of the guy sucking Barry's cock.

Louise looked at me.

"Ron, I feel embarrassed to say it, but these two, I find them pretty sexy
in a kind of kinky way. I kind of feel like a pervert. God they're so OLD!
But I have to admit, I quite like the look of them. Sorry. You?"

"The wife is pretty horny," I admitted. "The guy, well yeah, he's OK," I
paused. "For his age," I added.

"I think it would be pretty freaky," Louise laughed. "So, they're also a
possible, right?"

"Right," I agreed after a brief pause.

Louise then took me through the messages we'd received. They were mainly
from male users telling Louise how fantastic her titties were. There was
one from a tranny. And, most interestingly, there was a lengthy message
from the older couple, Barry and Annette.

They mentioned that they lived in a large house on the shore, somewhere in
Southern Connecticut, a place called Walnut Beach, which I took a mental
note to Google. And they mentioned that they'd like to meet us.

I turned to Louise, "Ok, let's think about it. But maybe our first meeting,
well, I'm not so sure. We can check other couples, yes?"

Louise agreed, then commented that if possible, she'd like to fix something
up for a couple of weeks' time. I looked at the calendar. First weekend in
May.

"OK," I told Louise, "We'll try and do the first weekend in May. Can you
fix up the boys staying at your mother's?"

Louise texted her mom, who replied a minute later that taking the boys for
that weekend would be fine.

"OK, Louise, let's check out some couples of our own now?"

We then did our own search on the swinger site. Bisexual couples within 30
miles of our home. There seemed to be options. We 'liked' a few profiles
(which saved them to a 'liked' section of the site we could easily call
back up). Then, we checked our own 'likes', of which there were quite a
few.

As we got ready to go to sleep, Louise messaged Barry and Annette with a
relatively neutral, 'Thanks for your message', type response. But she did
ask them that if we were to meet, how we'd make arrangements. Louise wrote
she assumed that we'd visit their place.

I wasn't totally sure that Louise should message them back. Maybe it
implied we were definitely interested in meeting, and for me that wasn't
necessarily the case. But I let her hit 'Send' anyway.

As Louise had a final cigarette for the evening, we got a response. It was
from Annette. She mentioned that indeed we could come to their place. She
also stated that she'd need to see face pics before we would meet. And she
attached other pictures, showing a very large bedroom, a covered swimming
pool, and a couple more 'nudies' of her and Barry. Annette was definitely
one hot mature. I was also pretty sure that Louise was turned on by the
older Barry.

Louise looked at me, then went to her photo library on the laptop. She
found a fully clothed picture of herself, one that showed a lot of titty
flesh. It had actually been taken at one of Bill's cookouts. Then she found
a picture of me from a day we'd spent at the lake the year before. I was
wearing swimming trunks.

"Ron?" she prompted.

I nodded, and Louise attached the pictures then messaged Annette back.
Louise wrote that she wasn't sure when we could meet, but that we'd be in
touch in the near future.

"Keeping our options open," Louise smiled as she hit send.


==

The following Tuesday, I got another email from Linda explaining that she'd
like to hold the Thursday meeting at her home. I thought to myself that was
pretty fucking strange, but I emailed that the change in venue would be
fine, as long as I could remember how to get there.

Soon after, Linda's PA emailed me Google directions. I wondered if there
would be anything more to our meeting than just business. Maybe Justin
would head back to the City (his firm's HQ was located in Manhattan)
leaving Linda and I alone? And as it was a Thursday, Louise would be at
work drinks, so as long as someone could look after the boys, I'd have
ample time for any non-work activities Linda might have planned.

I phoned Louise and warned her I'd got a meeting rearrangement, that I
might be late home on Thursday, and asked if someone could look after the
boys for a few more hours in two days' time. I didn't go into detail,
obviously.

I was now hopeful there might be some non-work interaction with Linda.
Fingers crossed.



TO BE CONTINUED