Uncovering Repressed Desires Ch. 15

Donnie and Mel just spent a weekend swapping with Lyn and Tess, and they have plans to meet in just over a week at the Visser's villa in the Alps.

The story is set in July of 1992

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(Donnie's POV)

What do you do after spending a weekend swapping with a gorgeous couple from the Netherlands who want you back at their mountain resort in a week - give all your attention to your one-year-old boy - and the neighbors you haven't seen in a few weeks.

Miles was cranky the first day back. It was good that it was summer and Mr. Donnovan gave me that Monday off to be with my family. Mel and I didn't talk much about the weekend, we exchanged looks when something on TV was brought up about my work, but both of us dismissed those things quickly.

It was nice to just relax in our own house. The neighbours, Jerry and Ruthie, were not in education like we were/are and were gone all day. Jerry got home first around 3 p. m. and waved at us. It's confounding how just a month ago we were banging each other in all combinations and now back to 'hey there neighbor' waves.

"What do you think HE'D say if he knew what we'd been up too?" I asked Mel, my first reference to our activities. I didn't want to push full bore from the start of the day, but we had a couple of glasses of wine with lunch and I was feeling it some.

"What have we been up to, Donnie?" Mel said sipping on her glass, Miles playing in the waist deep plastic pool on our deck, not understanding words yet. "You said you were going to tell me everything yesterday, and well, we got sidetracked from that, correct?"

I splashed with Miles, his giggle intoxicating, his few grunts and words adorable. Mr. Donnovan was actively searching for places in Des Moines; was waiting for me to get Mel fully on board and employed in the business. Moments on the back porch in our little free time were fleeting. I processed while playing with my son, looked up and saw my wife's intense, soft, yet wanting eyes.

It was time. Get it ALL out there time.

"I was hoping you would meet, you have met..." I stammered and stumbled a bit trying to start. "It started with an offer I couldn't refuse.

I stopped again, picked up Miles and looked across at Jerry starting his lawn mower, and the entry point hit me.

"What was the most surprising thing, sexually speaking, you've witnessed with me this summer?"

"Easy. Going down on Jerry by the fire pit," Mel said, pointing to him and then to the pit, the very spot I took his cock.

"Yes. We discussed why and how that happened, and well, my 'lover'." I said with air quotes. "On the phone while you masturbated to my words was Mr. Donnovan.

Mel seemed unfazed.

"My second was James, his assistant."

Again, just an intense look from my wife as I admitted to my 2nd and 3rd male lovers of the summer as I bounced and played with Miles.

She stood up, just looked at me in the eyes with a smirk that was aggressive, then took Miles, kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay, confession time for me," Mel said. "Jerry and I fucked so much after the fire pit and Ruthie, well you know about Ruthie."

I returned the look of non-surprise to her, the tank she was wearing had Miles' grip on it, pulling it at angles to show her sports bra. I knew there was something going with Jerry for a while but couldn't address it and in the moment shrugged any thoughts like that off considering what I was doing.

"What do you do at Donnovan Real Estate Holdings, LLC, Donnie?" Mel said moving close to me. "Tell me you suck the boss off all day long."

"Something like that," I said flippantly, not close to the truth, but there was some truth to the statement.

"And James? Who has the biggest cock?"

"Mr. Donnovan. He was supposed to fuck you yesterday."

"Mmm, nice... bigger than John, or Lyn's?"

"Close to John's"

I took Miles, it was sort of a game now, the person with the baby speaks their truth.

"I have taken others in the company, in fact my first job there was sort of a..."

"Male whore, Donnie?"

I nodded. She hit the nail on the head.

"Your summer started with cock after cock... wow... is that where your 'bonuses' came from?"

"They did, and now it's salary and..."

"OMG! The Vissers?! Are WE paid prostitutes now??!!"

"John and Lane, also."

Mel quieted herself, a little hurt I could tell, John didn't seem manufactured, but she must have been replaying the first meeting and how easy I was in giving her up, though we had conversed.

She took Miles.

"I have a lesbian lover in Des Moines, 'Kandy.' Oh, and three female flight attendants to go with Ruthie." Oh, and I fucked Jerry a lot for a couple weeks."

I looked at her, then Jerry's mower, my cock had grown hard through the process. I took Miles and was ready to continue.

"Wait here."

Our little boy loved his room, I took him upstairs away from what I was about to do, a continuation of how things started with us and our back door neighbours. Our respite from sex lasted two days and I was going to end it appropriately, especially if we were going to be leaving our small town soon.

Miles crawled to his toys, he loved the pretend workbench, grabbing the hammer hitting the fake nails that were up. I put the gate up, turned on the monitor and took the receiver down.

Mel's tongue met her top lip when I opened the door out of the kitchen onto the back deck, awaiting my next words.

"Turn around," I said, our deck was blocked to the west by the trunk of a large walnut tree, Jerry still mowing going back and forth, north and south, facing us on each pass.

My fingers rolled her shorts down, gripping her panties, we had a root cellar instead of a basement that was on the east side, my cock was out of the leg of my shorts, she stepped her legs wide, laying over the rocks on top of the cellar.

"You're a naughty girl," I said giving her arse five sharp swats, lessons learned from Lyn.

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!"

"Oh. oh, oh, oh, oh"

The mower stopped; my cock found her cunt.

"Ohh... Donnie, Sir."

I pressed inside, pushing through her flesh which was wet from our admissions. Into her ear I whispered the final details of my deception, the secrets that should not surprise her.

"Ohh... Child... I've taken on five male clients... Oh," my cock pushed in and out of her.

"I'm living with Walter Donnovan while in Des Moines."

"Donnie! OH! YES!!!" she orgasmed quickly, the high volume of cock the past weekend, the words of my confession coming to competition, Jerry staring and watching us.

"Ohhh... Child... YES!" I pushed inside and came.

I held it there, she was looking back at me, I had no idea what was going on in her head.

"That's it, you know the crux of it all now," I said, her breathing heavy. "Now go fuck Jerry before Ruthie gets home, I'll watch Miles."

She stayed laying on the cellar roof while I pulled out, pulled my shorts over my cock. She put hers back on and strutted over to Jerry.

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(Mel's POV)

I swung my arse back and forth heading to my neighbour, Jerry. He was shirtless in his shorts I could see his erect cock, longer than Donnie's, skinny, it had been a month since I'd taken him several times.

"Come on lets go fuck," I said walking past him towards his house. He looked over at Donnie who turned and went inside, I stopped and looked at him. "You're not afraid of a little 'sloppy seconds' are you?"

He turned and came with me, going into their modest house, like ours a starter.

"Do I have to..."

"You don't have to do anything but pierce my cunt with your cock," I said, feeling empowered by the release of my husband, the admission that we were paid sex workers, that he was a cock receptacle, that my two emotional dates with men were paid for.

Jerry moved to me, his hands went to my hips, his mouth covered mine, my tongue pushed inside his mouth, my eyes wide open, hungry for him again. Moving his hands up and under my shirt it was off, my bra behind it and my shorts after that.

I knelt and peeled off his shorts, his cock straight out and straight into my mouth. I used the experiences of the last month, pushing it into me fast, swallowing it, his balls on my chin, his hips rocking in and out of my throat.

"Gafft! Gafft! Gafft! Gafft! Gafft!"

My pride rose while my head bounced against the wall my back was against while he stood, taking me again, hands on my head steadying me.

"Gafft! Gafft! Gafft!"

I pulled off him and moved into the middle of their living room, getting on all fours, Jerry moving with me, his hands and arms pulling me to his erection, shoving it inside, knowing how wet and easy he would fuck me.

"Ohhh..." I moaned, his length sliding in all the way.

"You little tramp," he whispered into my ear. "You have such a warm, wet, filled cunt."

"Mmmm... Fill it more, Jerry."

The weight of his body pushed into the back of my thighs, his thrusts hard, he rose up off my back, his hand in my hair, pulling me to him, arching my back.

"Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. "He began a rhythm, holding my hair like a rider holds the bridle of a horse riding through the fields. I looked back, his hips powering into me repeatedly.

"Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh."

Jerry hammered me from behind, then letting go of my hair, he swirled my hips, pushing me onto my back, lifting my legs over his shoulders and fucked me angling his cock up and into me.

"I'm glad Donnie knows about us," Jerry hissed. "Remember when I told you I was going to impregnate you, huh?"

I nodded, agreeing, it was our little fantasy.

"My cum is going to melt your protection," he said, his hips driving repeatedly.

"Oh... Daddy... Ohh..." we had played this game; it brought me closer. "So close, Daddy. Fill me with your seed... Ohh... YES! YESSS!"

My orgasm ripped through, his hands were on my breasts, his mouth on my neck, my moans in his ear.

Jerry thrust inside me and unloaded. He was warm and his load was plentiful, more so than Jerry's even after a couple of days recovery. I laughed a little, I had a vision of Jerry's swimmers kicking the shit out of Donnies.

Jerry kissed me through the giggle I had, smiling while his tongue found mine. We made out for several minutes, then I gathered my clothes, getting dressed and sitting down.

"Beer?" Jerry asked and I took one, though it wasn't my favourite beverage.

We waited for Ruthie, I wanted to tell her myself, she got the kids and was about 30 minutes out. Jerry and I talked about where we were, without the swapping details, none of what Donnie and I had become, just the parties, the events, the dates, not letting Jerry know they were with other men, leaving Donnie in the middle of us all.

"Sounds like a heck of a weekend," Jerry said. I had insinuated we were playing around with a little restraint, slap and tickle. "You know Ruthie and I were ready to just swap out, have you move in here and she there."

"No way," I said, seeing Ruthie come through the door, her boys running to Jerry. "I gotta have my girl."

She smiled wide, kissing me quickly, then leading me to her room.

"I fucked your husband," I said, her hands on my chest, pawing at my shirt.

"Shut up and get naked bitch!" she said playfully. "Where the fuck have you been??"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said, my shorts hitting the floor for the third time, Ruthie covering me with her tall body, kissing me, lifting me up onto their bed.

"I'll be all ears after you make my body sing, baby." Ruthie pushed me onto my back, her long, strong thighs framing my head, she lowered her smooth pussy to my mouth, looking down, her hands near my temples, mouth pressed against her cunt.

"Ohhh... I've missed you, sweetness."

She ground her soft flesh into my face, my mouth struggling to gain entry, my tongue waiting for her to part, her labia swelling, finally I was inside.

"Ohhh... Sweetness..." Ruthie moaned, beginning to grind, letting my tongue find her spots, my lips suck on her flesh. "Mmmm..."

She slid back and forth, using my nose and chin, my mouth always finding something to suck, my tongue pushing inside, slipping between her folds.

"Mmmft... Mmmft... Mmmft"

She pulled back, turned her body around was now facing me, readying for a 69.

"Our boys left you a present down there," I said, before wrapping my arms around her legs, pulling her to me.

"I did hope so," Ruthie said, then dove down between my legs eagerly pulling out the fluid deposited between my legs.

The fragrance of cum and our excitement filled the air, we sucked, licked and ingested what we could, my fingers finding her cunt, pushing in and out of her.

"Ohhh... Sweetness."

I sucked the lower portion, pushing my fingers deep, over her clit.

"Ohhhh..."

My hand fucked her hard, pushing deep, two fingers at first, then three while my mouth pulled at her edges, the flesh melting into my mouth.

"Ohhh! MEL! OHH!"

She eagerly cleaned me, eating out the cum in my receptacle for the boys, her large lips, tongue sucking and gathering the prize, using her hands to spread Me open more.

"Jesus! RUTHIE! OH! YES!!"

Pressing deep with her tongue, her fingers rubbing my clit, I orgasmed against her mouth, Ruthie sucking the juices that crept out of my cunt.

"Mmmm... Sweetness..." Ruthie cooed, pushing hers back onto my fingers that were slipping in and out of her, faster after a brief pause, her back bending and she rose up to ride my face backwards, my fingers slipping out, reaching upwards on her back, pulling her down.

"Mgftt! Mgftt!"

She bounced and pushed for a while, cutting off my air, then spinning to my hips with hers, Ruthie expertly aligned our wet, flesh and pushed together in a scissor.

"JESUS H!" She wailed, our pussies sliding and grinding, the flesh finding spaces, I looked over her beautiful body, breasts bouncing, her eyes intense, focused on getting off. "OHHH! MEL! OHHH!"

She arched backwards as she pushed and I felt warm wetness between us now.

"MELLL! YES!"

We collapsed on the bed.

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(Donnies POV)

"Thanks for the, ummm, access to Mel." Jerry said, our kids playing with the swing sets, sandboxes, and shared toys between our two back yards while our wives reconnected in bed.

"Don't mention it, we hadn't seen you guys in a while and..."

"Still, I thought our little trysts were done."

"They were and then, well, then weren't."

"Aren't or weren't?" Jerry said slyly, always the semantics guy playing on past and present tense.

"Don't know actually," I said quickly. "This just sort of came up."

One of the boys pushed Miles down, Jerry scolded his for a second, then turned back to me.

"When are you two having a second?"

"Not sure," I said, we had discussions about two years apart which meant trying was coming up in three months. "You two are done, right?"

"I want three, but she says we're done." Jerry said and soon after the ladies came out of the back of the house, laughing, holding glasses of wine, their hair messed up, cheeks still flushed with whatever got them off.

We had an evening like we used to have before all the swap and exchange, our sexual libidos satisfied, though there were still flirty comments and jabs that had always been there, just with more descriptive answers or deeper questions.

"Do you ladies have different sounds for each of us?" Jerry asked, sitting down, seat dropping into our conversations about work.

"Jerry?"

"Ooo, I don't know, let me see," Mel said. "OhhH! Jerry! YES! YES!"

My cock bristled.

"Now, Ohhh... DONNIE! DONNIE! YES! OH! FUCK!"

"No, they sound the same," Ruthie said. "And sounds a lot like when I get her to orgasm in my face. Who sucks better cock, Jerry?"

"Oh, you do my dear," he said half-heartedly, getting her ire.

"Okay, how about between Donnie and I?"

"Oh, no you didn't..." Mel said.

There was a silence, Jerry was not a fan of my aggressive nature around the fire pit, though filling my stomach with his seed. We had not talked about it for a long while and Jerry glared at Ruthie.

"Okay, I actually have to go into work and dinner on the grill is on me," I said, getting up.

Jerry turned and went inside and the ladies played with the boys some before coming inside.

I was cleaning the grill when Mel ran her arms up my chest hugging me from behind.

"He knows you give the best blow jobs," she said, then ran her hand across my cock.

"Are you still horny?" I asked, turning and kissing her.

"I wasn't until recalling you blowing Jerry around the fire, sorta hot remember?"

"I do," I said pulling her to me, I could see Miles playing in the living room.

"Can you set me up on a date with Mr. Donnovan?" she said, her hands back on my growing cock. "Or don't you want to share him with me?"

"Go put Miles in his crib and meet me in bed," I motioned, she smiled, kissed me and sped to put our son in a safe spot just across from our bedroom upstairs. I stopped my grill prep and moved behind her, getting naked and laying on the bed.

Her clothes were halfway off, stepping into the bedroom, shedding them for the third time, her legs crossed my body and she lowered onto my shaft.

"You're one wet, sloppy Cunt," I said giggling. Mel pushed her breasts up above me, showing off. "I'll share him with you and you with him."

I pushed up driving deeper.

"Ohh..."

"He's different, non-conventional, sweet and powerful at the same time," I said, reaching up to caress her breasts.

"Mmmm... and long and thick I imagine... Ohhh."

"He's all of that and more," pinching her nipples, raising my hips. "In John and Lyn's range."

"Ohhh... can you swallow all of him?"

I smiled and nodded yes, my head kicking back, my talk, her questions about Walter, my only having gotten off once spurred a quick release, my hips bucking upwards filling her.

"Ohhh Donnie, YES!" she moaned feeling my load, not caring she didn't get hers, she ground on me, slipped out and cleaned me up.

Mel kissed me with my own cum, we got dressed and had a great meal, putting Miles down to sleep, moving to the living room to watch TV. She curled into my arms, watching something but not really dialling into it, kissing her neck softly.

We went up to bed, getting ready, slipping under the covers curling into each other's arms. Mel then said something that was chilling.

"When does a want become a need?"

I paused, thinking about it in her terms and my own terms.

"I think we're there," she added.

"They say be careful what you wish for." I said and we nodded off.

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"Good to see you back Donnie," Walter said giving me a big hug. "I've got some things I need to brief you on, can you come up right now?"

"Yes Sir, I'm just going to make calls all morning confirming and getting things ready for the festival."

"Excellent, see you in five," he said, slapping me on the back.

I went to my desk and there was a gift-wrapped box sitting in the middle of it, sleek with dark paper, narrow about a foot or less long.

"He didn't..." I said opening the box, seeing the Rolex watch, the note I read after opening it was simple and efficient; it read:

'Our time is now. - Walter'

I smiled, knowing the word 'our' referred to both him and I and our expanding side businesses.

"You didn't have to..."

"Donnie, you mean a lot to me and this company right now, sit, tell me about the weekend and where we're at.

I summarized our time with Lyn and Tess, focusing on Mel's progression and, ultimately, what we did Sunday, training her.

"I also told her everything, generally speaking, about my job here, my clients, us, James," I said, he looked at me seriously.

"So, she's ready?"

"I have trained her as my sub and on my command, went over and fucked our neighbors."

"I see..."

"She wants a date with you this week, Sir."

He stood up and looked out the window, his thoughts seemed to swirl about him, turning to me then back to the window.

"I pushed your trip to Lyn and Tess's villa back to right before the conference," He said, throwing that fact out, setting something up. "Your wife wants a date and all that will entail? Her eagerness is both concerning and exciting, Donnie."

"Tell me about it..."

"You get your work done today and tell her tomorrow night, details to come," Walter said. "If this goes like I think it will go, we may be further down our path than ever imagined."

"Yes Sir," I said, standing, shaking his hand and getting pulled in for a quick hug.

"I'll have instructions for you as well tomorrow night."

"Of course, Sir."

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(Third person)

James was sitting at his desk when he saw Walter Donnovan's name pop up on his latest cell phone that he could program in all the numbers he knew so he would instantly see who was calling.

"Yes Sir?"

"Get on a red eye back as soon as you can," Mr. Donnovan said. "We are going to have the opportunity to close the loop with the Gregorys."

"I'll have to move a lot of things, but that is priority #1," James said and briefed him on some items and said he'd see him by noon tomorrow.

James looked down at his work. He'd have to push it off because this was too big and he needed to see Donnie in person about some items.

"Lydia, could you bring me all of the bids on food?" James said pressing into the phone connecting him to his secretary, Lydia Dyson.

James gathered a few folders, putting them in his briefcase, the door opening and Lydia came inside. It was 3 pm and he moved to her taking the folders out of her hand, the short woman's bust line low allowing his eyes to travel down into her massive cleavage.

"Thank you," He said and moved in for a small peck, the two had entered a "relationship of understanding", an off shoot of "Contract of Understanding" a month ago soon after James set up the London office. "We need two tickets to Des Moines quickly; we need to be there as soon as possible."

"Yes Sir." She said. He again leaned in kissing her, his hand on her plump backside.

"Will I get to meet your boss?"

"Yes. You will meet him, so to speak."

When James set up his office he couldn't help but notice her collar, the 29-year-old from Camden wore dark make up, almost Gothic, yet professional enough for Donnovan International Holdings, LLC. Being a bit of a smart ass, James asked her out after work, getting drinks with the rest of the office. He found her short brown hair, greenish eyes, and impish personality delightful, and at his age a younger lass felt like a pleasant change of pace.

"You're collared, have you tethered to anyone?" He asked at that meeting a month ago.

"Not at the moment, me bloke is in jail," She looked up into Jame's eyes, holding the locket on the front of the collar. "I like the look of the thing actually and me house still owns me."

That led to questions about her "house" and discovery that it was a fledgling BDSM community where she met her Master, who was later arrested on larceny charges. It didn't take long for James to garner an invite, letting her know just a little of his expertise in the area, and he was soon entering into the contract of relationship with Lydia.

"Does De Moines have a 'house' we can visit?" she said, her curves in his hands.

"Does it ever!"

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(Donnies POV)

I cleared off a week's worth of work by Noon and was looking at registrations and rearranging our talent for the more popular seminars and more importantly nightly activities. We had a glut of requests for "free for all" areas, so we needed more equipment and more spaces.

We had exceeded projections and if we pulled this off, we could start a major sexual transformation in the area. Many of our seminars during the day were for beginners, so the night activities needed some structure amongst the suck and fuck. The goal is to then enrol them in area "houses" with membership fees and "housekeepers." The bathhouse scene was vibrant, but unstructured, our plan was to refine that concept into organized access.

This brought my thoughts to James. We had connected on so many levels before he left, our deep understanding of Walter, shared experiences and his guiding me into this lifestyle and job that was leading me to wealth as well as sexual fulfillment beyond my wildest imagination, now included my WIFE!

Mr. Donnovan sent me a detailed description for Mel's meeting with him tomorrow night, and I was to pass it on to her.

"A limo will pick you up..."

"A WHAT!" Mel exclaimed. "Shit! This is going to be good."

"Yes, a limo, at 5:45. You are to wear a low-cut dress, no bra, panties with some frill, modest cologne applied around your neck, behind your ears and above your hips. Modest jewellery and heels. Pack an overnight bag and we have daycare. Please send Miles with Donnie tomorrow."

"Oooo... a sleep over," she said in a coy manner. "Wait, won't you be at his place later?"

"I live there during the week and I've been told nothing else."

"It could get interesting.

"It will," I said, and ended the call.

I immediately dialed James, whose ex-wife a decade ago went through a comparable situation which ended with them being separated; he hasn't seen his kid much the last two years.

"I thought it was going to bring everything full circle," James said. "Mel is certainly a different woman; her eyes seem wide and ready. So were Angela's."

"So, you regret the decision?"

"Now. Then, it was going to be perfect," James said pausing, the overseas line crackling. "We were essentially in the same position, living with Walter, our wives with young children... I won't bore you with the details because I had a lot to do with it as well."

"Tell me how to prevent a problem."

James paused again, my fear welled up for the first time and I asked myself, 'what the fuck are we doing?'

"James?"

"You can't prevent problems, Donnie, it's how you handle them," he said. "You and I are different and Angela and Mel are different; the difference is how you both react and navigate what's going to complicate your lives."

"On top of what's already complicated," I added.

"Since their 'date' is tomorrow night, you need to talk to him today, see if you can spend some time with him tonight, real time, real dirty and hard time," James said. "Sometimes his intentions are borne out in the throughs of passion. I found that out after it was too late; didn't hear things for what they actually sound like."

"Wow..." I said, not thinking Walter would want to be with me before tomorrow night.

"Ask him what his vision is for the next year and then just listen, support his answers, be positive, show him all the things he loves about you."

"Pardon me?"

"Yes, Donnie he loves having you at his apartment 24/7, to be available before and after."

"Thanks..." I said, then had to throw in. "Are there things about me you love?

"You'd better get back to work," James said in a lower tone and hung up.

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I stopped in on Walter several times during the day; he was always busy or in meetings, balancing his businesses above and below the table with expertise. He really had a way of being efficient, bold, thoughtful and cutthroat.

I have the gift of knowing when the timing is right and towards the middle of the afternoon, after he'd met with several property managers over things they needed to improve, I stepped in for a moment.

"I hope you were easy on them."

"Shit. Yes, they still have their jobs," He said in a harsh tone, then turned and looked up and revealed his compassionate truth. "I used to be the asshole who fired people for performance, and if necessary, I do still. I've discovered it's better to get good people into positions and help them navigate their mistakes."

"Can I make you dinner tonight after your board meeting?"

"Oh, Donnie that would be wonderful if it wasn't getting over so late," Mr. Donnovan said, his business persona in full consciousness. "I'm sure I'll have an early dinner with the Board President."

I moved closer, hearing the word 'love' in my head, that there were things.

"How about some dessert then?" I said, moving in close enough he could see the bulge in my pants. It had been a couple of weeks since we had been intimate and watching him at work is one of the biggest turn-on's.

"Have Lucille order a nice cheesecake, she'll know which I like and what toppings," Walter said, standing and getting closer. "We'll have dessert later."

His hand was on my cheek and his face was so close. Abruptly he pivoted, patted my hard cock and left.

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"Gmmftt!" my moan on his cock, fully inserted down my throat. We had shared a piece feeding it to each other, making out in the dining room, then feeding some of the whipped cream to each other.

"I get that tastes SWEET!" Walter said, straining to push every last inch of flesh inside of me, my head against the island, our clothes on the floor around us. I pulled back a couple of inches and pulled his balls close to my chin. "I'm going to make your wife taste me just like this, Boy!"

"Gmmfft! Gahffhtt!"

His shaft was sticky, I playfully had sprayed the canister of whipped topping onto it, licking and playing until he forced it down. Not really ready for him, it took some time.

"GAHhhffft!" I moaned as he pulled out of my throat, backed away and waited for me to stand, looking at my body.

"Turn around, over the island," he said, we'd not been in the kitchen dining area. Lucille's room was just down the hall but Walter said, while pulling my underwear down to hold my cock, she went to bed early and watched TV until she fell asleep.

"Your ass is remarkable."

I felt him on my hole, his mouth, tongue, spit, sucking and depositing.

"Jesus-H Walterrr..." I sighed, he rimmed me for several minutes, my cock against the wood."Ohhh..."

I rose up, slapped my arse a couple of times, the sting remarkable, then pushed the object of my desire forward.

"Give me that cock, baby!" I said, his hands parting my cheeks, pressing the gorgeous head to the hole and entering me.

"OH! YES! That's it!"

"Take it, Donnie! TAKE IT!"

Walter rammed forward my arse tighter than it had been for a while but he pushed through all my resistance.

"Ohhh!" it pushed my spot, sliding over it, the pressure filling me. "Ohhh, Walter!"

He fucked me there, hard and fast, slamming and pushing me, his body covering me at times, others he just pulled on my hips, slamming that dick deeper and deeper.

"OHHH! FUCK!" I moaned, the fluid streaming out of my cock.

I took thrust after thrust, hard, from him, there was a pit of angst. He leaned over; the cryptic words he said next confirming James statement.

"I should pull out now and save all my cum to impregnate your wife!!"

"Oh fuck, give some to me!"

"Do you deserve it??"

"YES! Walter! Give me some!"

"Will you jack yours and eat it for me??!!"

"YES! Walter... anything... Ohhh!"

I slammed deep and I felt him unload.

"YES! SIR! YES!"

He pulled back, turned me around pushing me up and onto the island, the cum already leaking out of my hole, I obediently began stroking.

"Think of your wife riding me, cowboy style," Walter said, my hand moving up and down, the precum and the release from his cock riding my arse providing enough lubrication. "Or my cock penetrating that sweet arse of hers."

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, I closed my eyes, I saw Mel bouncing on his long shaft, breasts bobbing, his hands on her hips "OHHH!!!"

I shot my load high into the air, it hitting the floor.

"Lick it up, then clean it up and meet me in bed."

I bounced to the floor and lapped at my release, following the trail, the puddles and the strands.

"And off the island, you leaked mine."

He disappeared and I got as much as I could in both spots, I felt dirty yet fulfilled, my role, my job secure pleasing him. Finishing I wiped it up with a paper towel and spray cleaner and bounded up to bed.

I curled into Walter, my hand moving to fumble with his limp cock.

"Would you impregnate Mel if you could, Sir?"

"Are you offering?"

"It sounds hot as you fill me, Walter."

"Don't confuse heat of the moment with reality, Donnie."

We slept.

****

Date Day. (Mel's POV)

I was so glad Donnie was staying in Des Moines, especially today. Miles was being good and I could just lay things out on the bed to choose what I was going to wear on my date with his boss - The infamous Walter Donnovan.

My instructions for attire were: Wear a low-cut dress, no bra, panties with some frill, modest cologne applied around your neck, behind your ears and above your hips. Modest jewellery and heels. Pack an overnight bag.

I looked up at our calendar in the bathroom, all the dates, dinners, and things we used to do, that we weren't doing now that Donnie's job had changed and our collective lifestyle. My stomach sank some because at the end of the week there was the phrase - "Try for another one?."

We had discussed when to start trying for a second baby and he insisted before the end of the summer. We really hadn't decided and it was his way of strong arming me. The amount of dick and cum I'd taken the last three weeks I would have been pregnant ten times over.

I was approaching my period, but confident tonight wasn't going to be a problem. Laying out all my "hot" dresses, the plunging necklines all in a row, I decided on the black with some sheer see-through fabric running down the sides and an open back.

My nipples were hard thinking of wearing this for HIM, the older, powerful man, who has dominated everything he touched, including my husband.

I held up my gold jewellery and smiled how it complimented my dress and found some black lace panties that were sure to delight Walter.

"Walter," I said his name out loud! It commanded respect and felt good rolling off my tongue. I was tempted to slip my fingers inside myself, petting my pussy, but just said his name again. "Ohhh... Walter."

I stopped and spent the rest of the day entertaining Miles, trying to stifle the nervous energy. He napped and I packed my overnight bag. It was getting close to 4:30 and I fed him an hour early so I could get ready. He played in his room as I did my hair, I had shaved my pussy clean that morning and scrubbed in places I'd never scrubbed.

I didn't eat all day, and sliding my dress over my naked breasts, over my lace panties, with my hair and make-up perfect, the jewellery on and fragrances placed strategically I was ready. Mile's bag, my bag and purse were by the door when the limo pulled up at 5:30 on the dot.

"You look beautiful," the limo driver said, a young man in his early 20s, a limo driver's suit on, including hat, opening the door. I secured Mile's car seat and he handed me a glass of champagne. "The bottle's chilling in the side of the door."

The 40-minute drive went fast, I watched the farmland turn to developments turn into strip malls and commercial buildings, three glasses of champagne had me buzzing a little pulling into the old neighborhood of Des Moines.

"Hi Lucille," I said greeting the maid at Walter's house, handing over my son. I was relieved to know he would be at the house I would eventually be sleeping at... where Donnie would be I assumed. "His things are all in there, plenty of diapers."

"Enjoy your evening, Señorita," she said and kissed my cheek. "You look stunning!"

I smiled, kissed Miles and slipped back into the limo feeling light as air, free and valued, sexy and wanted. I was headed to get to know a man I had met a few times, knew through my husband and was as beautiful, powerful and sexy as any man I had ever met. I was grateful to Donnie for the freedom to be this person, someone I'd never been growing up a tom-boy, gym rat daughter of a high school basketball coach, earning a scholarship, meeting my husband, being just another person in the cogs of society.

I felt elite.

The lights of Des Moines were amazing, heading downtown always gave me a rush of excitement, whether it was farmers market, going out to eat, a wedding reception, strolling the parks. Tonight, I owned this city with a man who owned a chunk of the city, I felt cautiously confident looking down at my modest, but alluring cleavage, the dress hanging perfectly on my body.

We rolled past downtown and towards the "Latin King" an established restaurant on the east side, standing near the doorway was Walter, his power emanating in the early evening summer sunshine. The door opened, and I stepped out, my leg showing then body upright, two confident strides hips swaying towards the man I was about to give my body, likely my soul, to that night.

"Melanie Gregory, you are a beacon of beauty," Walter said taking my hand, leaning forward and pressing his lips to it. "I am so pleased you could come and have dinner tonight."

"The pleasure is all mine," I said, giving him a bow and taking his arm.

"Did you enjoy the champagne?"

"Yes Walter, it was lovely."

"Carlos, my table and have Dean send me a bottle."

"Yes Sir." Carlos said and led us down the hall.

"Do you need to freshen up?"

"A quick stop," I said and he directed me to the ladies room.

I had a quick pee and checked my makeup, marvelled at the woman in the mirror, knowing my confidence would have to remain through some submission, some direction, the whims of this powerful man.

"Melanie, I'd like you to meet Marco, the owner."

"You are a jewel," Marco said, taking my hand and kissing it, looking up from my cleavage to my face. "Enjoy my restaurant, Walter, your dining area is out of the way enough I hope."

"It always is, thank you, you're too kind."

Walter took my hand, I leaned into him wondering why this felt so natural, because it wasn't according to society, to church, to my parents, but it was to us; and us included Donnie. We entered a secluded alcove carved out of the back of the dining area, a single table, two chairs and the champagne uncorked, and poured. Walter pulled out the chair and I sat.

"To Melanie Gregory," he said hoisting the glass. "Soft curves and a mind that touches the intellectual soul."

'clink'

I swigged, then looked into his fierce eyes.

"Either that's bullshit, or I have a lot to live up to this evening."

"I have no doubt you'll exceed my expectations."

"Hmmm"

"The mind is a sexy organ, Sir."

Walter smiled.

"Indeed, Child."

I smiled, our roles acknowledged and I moved into the seat next to him, his eyes on my shoulders, my cleavage.

"Raw and carnal is how I imagine your body on mine, entering mine," I said, painting a delicious picture, putting one hand on his thigh and sipping a drink with the other. "You have brought me to orgasm once, Sir, my husband dutifully obeying your actions with words to me on the phone."

I felt him rise against his thigh. And I let my hand go.

Walter smiled and the server came over for an order.

"What do you wish for your son?"

I laughed, a abrupt heel turn on the conversation.

"For him to earn the world," I said, the bubbles tickling my throat, I continued. "You've given us an opportunity to help with that, to provide and hold back when needed."

Walter nodded in agreement.

"Sir, I have to ask if after tonight you feel a use for me, I would be honoured to serve you and your company in any capacity."

"Tonight is not about business, however I have no doubt you can fill many roles and with your husband will make all of the dreams for your family possible.

"Read this Love."

Walter handed me a piece of paper with his handwriting.

"I am a fiery flaming torch.

burning and blazing in the night.

I am a roaring raging inferno.

lit and lashing against the wind.

I am a booming blasting furnace.

choking and consuming the air.

I am a scorching scalding fury.

illuminated and ignited from within.

Tonight, I am shining.

bright as a star

and hot as a phoenix --

Reborn from the ashes of my own fire, I spread my wings to fly."

Walter smiled and filled my glass. I looked down, and then looked up, reaching for his hands.

"You have caught my essence in this poem, let me capture yours."

"Please, Dear."

"Two souls aligned by fate's design,

In paths of stars, our lives combine.

With every glance, the universe sings,

In love's embrace, we find our wings."

"Nice... you've read that to Donnie, haven't you."

"Of course," I said, smiling. "You two have similarities that draw me in."

Walter sat back, staring at me.

"What about John, Lane, Lyn?"

"Good fucks."

Walter smiled, letting go of my hands, and we ate without talking. The sound of the fork into our salads, pasta, I nibbled on some garlic bread and drank the champagne. Our eyes were on each other, talking to each other, both intense, our bodies sending out whatever musk's, motions, which demanded attention, which would lead my flame in the sky and his aligning our souls.

"No dessert, thank you," Walter said, handing the server a card. "Please give us some privacy!"

I looked up and smiled, sliding my chair closer while the server walked away; tables were in view, but we were essentially alone.

I placed both hands into Walter's lap, feeling his rising flesh through the cloth. He watched me, didn't say anything, my right hand slipping under his belt and waist band, plenty of room for my forearm to feel his tight abs. With my left I undid his trousers, unzipped him and soon his length was peaked between my forearms and in my hands.

"You taught me Walter, through your servant Donnie," I said, my face lowering but keeping his eyes, my lips over his head. "You made me capable of pleasing you."

I had taken John, Lyn and Lane, three comparable cocks. I know my worth, I knew how much value my mouth and throat would serve, dare I say it, 'My Lord.'

"Gmfft!"

Walter leaned down, my eyes still up on his face, he whispered loud enough from the poem he had me read, one he had memorized.

"Tonight, you are shining.

bright as a star

and hot as a phoenix --

Reborn from the ashes of your own fire,

Melanie, spread your wings... fly."

"Gmmfftt! GAhmmmft!"

I pushed down so hard, closing my eyes, pulling up and spitting, pushing down, repeating until he had my throat, wet with my rubbing and spitting, I pushed all the way down on his cock, my lips on the tops of his balls.

"You are a fiery flaming torch.

burning and blazing in the night."

He said leaning forward, his hands now in my hair, softly caressing. To my surprise he began to lift me up off of his magnificent flesh.

"Guuffmmt!"

It slid out of me, he pulled me up, and kissed me, our first kiss with remnants of his pre-cum on and over my lips. My pussy got so wet, I feared it would soak my panties.

"Plenty of time, Child." Walter said, redid his pants and got up, extending a hand. My disappointed eyes telling him all he needed to know about my desire to please him.

"Come, let's go for a ride."

********

A surprise date. (Donnies' POV- Earlier that day)

Walter left me for a workout in the morning, my body and mind spent, his love inside me and his intent was to fill my wife, cum so hard it would impregnate her. I was spent, naked on our bed, looking at the clock.

I had never been late for work, and I wasn't about to make today the first day.

I quickly showered, got into a suit and tie, and rushed to work. I called James to verify some numbers and his number surprisingly went to voice mail first ring. I messaged him with no answer. I called some vendors myself, filling that last two slots and then lining up a band for the last evening. I felt very, very productive when Walter came into my office, turning and shutting the door.

He looked at me seriously, I was frozen, no words. This man was going to take my wife in a matter of hours; he had just dominated me in a manner he hadn't yet in our relationship. I was staggered by these two jabs and then he came with a right hook.

"I want you to think and think hard about something." Walter said (he was not his boss in this moment). "At the end of the evening, no matter what that looks like, I'm going to ask to father a child with your wife."

The room spun. "I have three grown children, all working somewhere in the world for our company," Walter said. "Not since my ex-wife have I been so attracted to a woman, for her beauty, her intellect and where I see both of you right at this moment."

"Mr. Donnov..."

"It's Walter, please this is personal."

"Walter, I don't know what to say."

"I'm giving you all night, again you'll know when the end of the night is and you'll know your answer." He said. "It will be a very indecent proposal and include a sum of money upwards of $500,000."

"An indecent proposal." The movie of the same name about a man buying another man's wife for the night for a million dollars.

"Just think about it and of course either of you can say 'no' and it won't affect your standing in the company."

He turned and opened the door. Standing behind it was James and a young woman, dressed in black with black makeup.

"JAMES!" I said bounding to him, giving him a hug.

"Get a room," The woman said.

"Lydia, this is Donnie, Donnie, this is Lydia" James said breaking our embrace and opening a gap between us.

"Only if you'll join..." I said, getting a wry smile from both Lydia and James.

*******

(Mel's POV)

I swayed and strutted my way out of the restaurant, Walter's hand on the small of my back, my mouth and throat feeling the stretch of his cock like a cheap... no wait, I'm an expensive whore. I looked up at him, his face beaming with pride, his prize, I'd never felt such sheer carnal desire for anyone, man or woman, in my life. My pussy throbbed with want and letting me step into the limo, I turned and he did exactly what I wanted him to do.

Walter knelt between my legs, the room in the stretch long, reaching up my dress, pulled my panties off and his head disappeared between my legs.

"Ohhh GOD Walter!"

Strong, large hands were on my thighs, parting me, his mouth scraping up from the bottom, milking fluid from my soaked cunt.

"Fuck! YES! YES!"

My first orgasm rippled through me, my head kicked back, I felt a finger inside as the limo slowly entered the street. I laughed thinking about getting side swiped and if we were dead what that would look like.

"Ohhh, Sir! OH!"

Two fingers were inside, his mouth on my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, so much fluid he sucked and sucked, licked and jammed those fingers in and out faster and faster.

"YES! OH! FUCK!"

Orgasm #2. I was going to keep count, our souls were dancing, I only wished his seed was in my stomach or better yet in my cunt, so powerful it would override my pill. Shit! My pill! I thought, my eyes getting wide, knowing the chances were low, but better than if I had taken it AND I didn't bring them.

"OHHH! SIR!"

Walter Donnovan knew the folds and spots inside a pussy, regardless of how much male arse he rips through, he knows how to please my body.

"Ohhh, FUCK ME! FUCK ME"

He pulled away, turned me over, moving my dress out of the way.

"YES MASTER! FUCK ME!"

His lips found my hole and my stomach sank... shit I'm taking that up the arse.

"OHHH SIR! Fill me up!" Hoping he would settle for my pussy instead.

His mouth pushed against my hole, spitting, licking, readying me, pooling spit and opening the hole with one, then two fingers, rubbing it inside and doing it again and again.

I nearly orgasmed from his mouth on my tiny hole.

He pulled back, I braced against the seat, his head pushed on it and he was inside

.

"OHHH! WALTER! FUCK!!"

He was deliberate, but slow so not to rip through me, the pressure both uncomfortable and amazing.

"OH SIR! OHHHH!"

His hand moved around and stroked my clit, inserting fingers again, The pressure, the rubbing, I came.

"OHH YES! SIR! YESSSS!"

That was #3.

He pulled out, sitting down beside me, I turned around and lowered myself, the head penetrating my cunt.

"YES! OH! FUCK YES!'

#4 while entering me balls deep.

"YES! OHHH FUCK! MASTER!"

I bounced on his lap, his hands pulling at the straps of my dress, pulling it to my waist, rubbing my nipples, cupping them perfectly, pinching some, his mouth on my neck, his large torso swallowing me up.

"Oh.. Walter... Oh." I slowed and just sat, let my body take in the last fraction of an inch.

"Ohhh..."

"Listen to me, and listen to me well," Walter said, it was a mesmerizing hiss, his cock deep into my body, swelling with strength. "I want to father a child with you, our bodies, our souls are in step."

He thrust upwards.

"OH, FUCK YES!" I came, not answering just #5.

"BUT SIR! OHHH!"

He pulled out, spun me around and impaled me on his cock, the world spinning with ecstasy, discomfort and wonder at his words.

"I am a perfect sire for your second child," Walter now bucking me, kissing my mouth, moaning, sighing, my head going back and forth in a 'no' pattern, his tongue not letting me answer. "At the end of the night, not now, I will ask one more time."

Both hands were on my breasts, rolling my nipples, his mouth inhaling my lips, my mind was everywhere - 'Isn't this Donnie's lover? Have they made a deal?'

"Oh GOD OH! OH! YESSS!" FILL ME SIRE! FILL ME!!!!

Walter's head kicked back, hips thrusting up, he pulled down on my shoulders, threw me to my back, cock deep inside, throwing my legs over his shoulders and he released, his mouth on my nipple, moaning into my breast.

"OH MELANIE, OH God, MELANIE!"

He held inside deep; a position I knew was good for conception, did he know I missed? I began to think of him in a husband manner, his means, his strength at his age.

"Oh baby, make a baby..."

He smiled, pulling up from my neck then kissed me.

"Final answer tonight at the end."

*******

Membership has its Privileges (Donnie's POV)

"He fucking made me lap up my cum and his that was dripping out!" I laughed, James and Lydia mouths agape. We were three drinks in and waiting for dinner.

"I don't say this to too many people," Lydia started. "You're a fucking pervert man."

"Yep."

"And I like it," she said, slipping next to me.

"After dinner we draw cards, highest is Master," James said, getting a scowl from Lydia. "Or Mistress"

We had gone to the Des Moines Society of Social Submissives (DMSSS) and were finishing dinner. Lydia wanted to go to a group "house" where they could play and loved the amenities at DMSSS.

"I'll submit," I said. "You two can fight it out if I get a sub partner or you both take control of me.

I smiled at James.

"We have a rule; if one of us submits the other has two, unless it's one on one of course" Lydia said with a grin. "I love having two bois' to control."

We ate and went back to the company changing room. Denise from accounting was there, a heavy weekend participant who I had been in a group thing with a month back. She smiled putting on her last boot and walked out into the general area alone.

"Brave girl," Lydia said.

"She can handle it," I replied, James stripped down, putting on just a loin cloth; I went with leather briefs and arm bands.

"Come on, that's enough," Lydia said, her crotchless bustier, long hose on a garter and high heeled boots, with her large breasts exposed, pushed up. Her black make-up from the day was perfect and I began to get hard.

"INSPECTION!" she cried out, slapping me on the arse as I bent over, I knew it was going to be a rough night.

She swatted my arse ten times hard, moved her hand to my balls and then over my cock stretching the leather.

"Not much here, James, I can't believe you speak so highly of this dog."

She did the same to James, swatting him, then running her hand over his cock and back up over his arse, his back.

"Kneel" she said, we obeyed and lowered our collective gaze.

"Oh shit, you two have been apart, I'm going to just sit back here and watch you two fuck."

I looked at James and he at me, then both at Mistress.

"Come on now you blokes! You miss each other, I want to see who fucks who and how this happens," Lydia said. "No tricks. I promise."

I knee walked over to James, a man I adored, slid one hand to his face and one to his cock. He sat back on his haunches, not as old as Walter but late 40s can be difficult, our lips mashing, but James pushed me down quickly.

"Take me Lover," James said, his head kicking back as my mouth covered his grand meat. "Ohhhh... Donnie."

Lydia moved her hand to her pussy and began to massage her clit.

I pushed onto his cock, not very far, I didn't want him this way first, I wanted him inside my arse, deep. I reached for the bottle of lubricant and handed it to him, pulling off and laying back.

I wanted him to see my face as he entered, I wanted it more tender than Walter's fucking me in the kitchen. He popped the top open, squeezed it onto my belly, moving on top of me, my legs going over my shoulders, gathered the lube and rubbed my hole then his cock.

"I love you," I said to James as he pushed inside me, my eyes closing, my breath quickening. He slid inside slowly, pulling back and thrusting forward.

"Ohhh... James..."

He didn't hurry, riding me, kissing me, playing with my face, nipples, shoulders, kissing my neck. Lydia's hand was deep in her twat, watching us make love. I leaked with each thrust after a while and he reached down and stroked me, letting me cum first.

"OHHH JAMES! OHHH!!"

He quickened his pace and pushed inside, kissing me and cumming with our tongues wrapped.

"Oh fuck, boys... that was amazing," Lydia said standing up. "Now for Momma's whip!"

**************

(Mel's POV)

We didn't get put back together right away, my dress around my waist, panties somewhere, his cock out, but in his shirt, suit coat somewhere, his delicious cock just hanging there. Our hands were intertwined, no words, just touching, his fingers to my breasts, down my thigh and hip, over the smooth area above my pussy.

I cleaned him once I pulled off him, the cum my dessert, licking around his balls and up his shaft, my eyes still wild with desire, pleasing one of the most powerful men I'd ever met.

"Does Donnie know?"

"Yes..." He said, the limo driving either east or west on I-80. "You'll have time to consult with him before you answer, but please just be in this moment with me, we'll talk later."

I wondered about his other women, his other men, and why me, or why us. Maybe he'd found a perfect couple, one to host his child and the other to ride when wanted. I assumed we weren't going to stop our activities with clients and I know he valued Donnie's work, and I was on the brink of joining the company.

He's not asking me to leave Donnie, that's a fact, Donnie's living here and he's made overtures about us moving to Des Moines... us. What a tangled web, all three of us lovers with multiple lovers, effectively two kids, with great care.

I got up and put my dress back up over my shoulders, just looking at him seeing him taking my cue and put his pants back up and on.

"Drink?"

"Yes please."

He opened the little fridge and poured from the bottle I had started on the way there, finishing it.

"What do you want to do before we head back to my house?"

"Mmmmm," I cooed burrowing into his arms, his mouth kissing my forehead. "Show me something not many people have seen, then let's go to your house and enjoy each other some more."

"Danny, head to Rosco Pines," he said into a speaker.

"Got it Boss."

"How often do you get to slow down like this, Walter?"

"Not often, you're lucky you're a priority right now."

'Right now,' was an interesting phrase.

"Where are your other kids?"

I had laid my head into his lap, my back on the seat, looking up at him.

"Spread out, doing their thing. I told your husband when he first started that I wanted him to be a better father to your son than I was to any of my kids. Let's just leave it at that."

"Okay..."

He sensed me wondering about him as a father, a parent, that he wanted a transactional child giving me nothing in terms of where he was in his life or what kind of parent he would be.

"I married my high school sweetheart a month after college graduation, and we got pregnant during the honeymoon. We popped out three kids in four years."

"Interesting."

"I dived into work, taking the 100 grand, my father gave me to invest and sunk it into real estate, before the birth of my third child I started Donnovan Real Estate Holdings, LLC."

"You were an absent father?"

"Absent father, husband, human being."

"Cutthroat in business?"

"The worst, I mean it got me to where I am today, thankfully James came along and showed me better ways in business and life actually."

"How so?"

"I had begun to see men, many men and my wife was having affairs with everyone," Walter petted my hair. "Days before our 10th anniversary I served her with divorce papers, a year later we finally sorted through the ugliness and she moved out."

"And James?"

"I had been seeing him for several years, first as just business flings, then more seriously," Walter went on, his hand now resting on my stomach. "And his wife..."

"James was married too!!??"

"Of course, it's so much easier to have a homosexual affair than regular," Walter was looking out of the window back into a past that set the stage for this moment. "She caught us one weekend; we were going to be golfing, and she was going out of town. There were no cell phones and a migraine changed her plans and I was deep in James when she walked into the bedroom."

"Fuck, that's a deal."

"It actually wasn't," Walter said. "She sat down and told us to continue, that it was 'hot' watching us piled together."

"OMG!"

"Yes, and she explained she imagined, almost hoped, we were having an affair and had masturbated to the idea on some nights."

"Sounds familiar, sort of."

Walter looked at me, again cupping a breast under my dress.

"There are parallels, but they had kids and she was, well, more demanding of me than I can ever imagine you would be."

I let that hang in the air, thinking how would he know, I could become obsessed with that giant cock in his pants.

"I made them a similar proposition after six months that I just made to you."

"And...?"

"We made a baby... except she lost it."

"I'm sorry," My hand went into his.

"It's a good thing; we didn't try again and the strain of us trying wrecked their marriage. That and James moved in with me."

Sounds VERY familiar."

"I adore Donnie and I adore you, but I adore your marriage even more."

"How's that possible?"

"We'll talk later... oh we're nearly here."

I sat up and we were driving through a development, several finished houses, several being built. They were all grand, even those not completed, two stories with at least an acre of land, large decks, some had pools.

"What do you think?" Walter said, his hand now rubbing my back.

"This has to be the highest point in Polk County!" I said, then turned to him. "And all the trees! It's beautiful Walter!"

The lights of the city were in view, the streetlights and those on the completed homes made it seem like it was alive with people.

"The first group over there, the one's that look complete, will be for sale in a month and these in eight months to a year.

"The limo stopped at the business house, one that was basically done and being used to show. We stepped out and walked up towards the home. I was skipping ahead, marvelling at the craftsmanship, the details, it beat out our 100-year-old house out in Adel.

I sensed this was purposeful, that we would have gotten here regardless of what I had said when he asked what I wanted to do next. The coolness of the summer night found my uncovered pussy, dripping with want and his deposit, I felt like we had completed the dating process, were married and now looking at upgrading from our starter home. Looking back months later, I was transposing Donnie over Walter in spirit, my hormones scrambling my sensibilities.

In a way we were playing house, make-believe, but to Walter it was all real.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed walking into the grand entrance, spinning like a ballerina my arms out. I darted into the kitchen, back to the dining room, the living room before Walter caught me by two sets of French doors leading to the pool area.

"Old man, follow me!" I threw the French doors open running out onto a barbecue area, with lounge chairs, leading to the pool area, there was a lawn with games there.

"How much is this place??"

"1.5 Million on the market, employee discount is 1 million dollars."

I slipped off my dress, stood before him naked and like I did in the college pool, I did a backwards dive into the shallow end, knowing to go out flat, the cool water catching me and I went into a flutter kick doing the backstroke. I was a swimmer in high school in the off season for basketball, and we skinny-dipped in the college pool, my breasts showing then and now to my older Lover. He was bent down, folding one leg and leaning watching me go by, once, twice, three times before heading to him.

"Get in Gramps," I said playfully, spitting a little water in his direction. "Get in and take me here against the edge of the pool."

I leant back, again showing him my breasts, my nipples erect, wanting his attention.

"Let me check for towels," He said, looking towards the cabinets. "They should be over here."

"You find them, then you'll need to get naked!"

Turning and walking away from me I noticed how fine of an arse he had, my want and desire moving from zero to 100 mph in an instant. Walter opened a cupboard, pulled out two towels and came back to the edge of the pool and began stripping.

I vocalized some strip tease music, and he did a little dance, pulling off his tie, shirt, undershirt, pants, shoes and socks. Standing in his boxers his cock was tenting them, pulling them off and standing naked.

"Sit!" I patted the edge of the pool, my hands around his legs entering the water, his arse barely hit the cement of the side before my mouth took him inside.

"Gahmmft!"

My hand stroked him, wet with the pool water, coolish but effective, my mouth open, my throat relaxed, it stuck out straight and since I was standing in the shallow end, I used my feet and weight to push.

"GAHHHFFT!"

I pulled back and pushed forward again, repeating, stroking, straining, I got it all the way inside my throat looking up at him, his smile wide, hands on my face, in my hair.

"You're an A+ cock sucker, my dear."

"Gahhaha" I laughed on his dick, then pulled off, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the pool. He submerged, holding his breath a long time.

"Walter... Walter..." said to the water, growing still.

"Aghhhh!" He yelled, jumping out of the water, lunging towards me, his grey hair slicking back, his arms capturing my body, his hard cock against my back.

"The Kraken!" I screamed from the early 80s movie "Clash of the Titans.

"The monster is between us."

"Give it to me Walter. Push that beast inside me. Make my cunt throb."

"Arrgghh!" pushing me to the edge of the pool, his hips drawing back, the head at my lips, one thrust and he was inside.

"JESUS! OH! WALTER!"

"Feel my trident!" He exclaimed, pushing deeper and deeper.

"OH GOD! MY GOD! OHHHH! YESSS!"

I orgasmed, wiggled against his length, pushing and spasming. Holding it there he laid across my back, his mouth on my neck, nibbling my ear, then whispering.

"You're such a fine fuck, Melanie."

"Give me your load," I said, looking back at him and instead he pulled out.

"Walter!"

He pushed himself up onto the side of the pool, stood up and got the towel and started drying off, his massive cock still hard and bobbing in the air. Offering his hand, he drew a smile from me saying, "Come, let's fuck in every room of the house."

"Yes Sir!" I said, I gave him my hand and he pulled me out.

*********

(Donnie's POV)

"Please Lydia," I begged, her mouth on and off my cock, my body marked and hot from her whip, the cane, the flogger.

"Don't you cum!" she commanded before sliding my cock back over her full lips, my body restrained, laid out across a table, cuffed hands and legs.

"OH GOD!" I moaned, trying to hold it back, just moments from releasing into her mouth, she pulled off.

"Good boi," she said, then moved to James, he was in a stock, his fine arse exposed, she plunged an automatic fucking device into his arse, starting it up again.

"Christ!" he exclaimed, slowly it moved three inches in and out, her mouth on his cock, Lydia's fervour for her man's cock evident, swallowing his length, squeezing his balls. "DAMN IT, LYDIA! AHHH!"

Her throat contorted his load exploding down to her stomach, she slid off him.

"Oh, now you've done it," Lydia said with a grin, licking her lips while going to his face and kissing him. "You two have been a delight, your bodies not marked too badly, but we have to get back."

She released us, slapped us on the arse and pointed us to the locker room.

We skipped there, talking about Lydia and how they met and the 'houses' they frequented in London and Camden.

"She's everyone's favourite because she eventually uses her body to torture you," James said.

"She's amazing," I said, looking at some of the marks on my body. "I totally forgot about the first couple of hours of extreme pain when she mounted me and swallowed my cock."

"Changing the subject," James started. "Did Mr. Donnovan make the ask?"

"Knocking Mel up ask, he sure did."

"And???"

"He said we'll have time to converse..."

"You're considering it?"

James had told me what a mess it caused his marriage while not producing a child.

"I'm going to listen to my wife; things are different than 10 years ago."

"Agreed. She is beautiful."

"We've turned her back into a freak."

"Back into?"

"I pulled her out of a series of relationships all going at once," I said. "It started with her basketball team, I mean they were all on each other."

"Wow, Lydia will be happy to hear that," James said.

"Then they involved the boyfriends," I said as we walked into our locker room and took off the adornments, the only thing on. "Come join me in the shower, I'll wash your back."

James's body fit mine nicely, I added soap to him, stroked his cock while applying all over his legs, up his chest, my cock pressing against his.

"Don't get any ideas, we have to save some for when we get back," James said, turning and kissing me, handling mine then pulling both cheeks of my arse forward.

"Tell me more about the boyfriends."

"We met by accident, I walked into a friend's apartment and Mel was blowing him," He had bragged he was getting the basketball team one by one and I made shit of him. He set it up so that I would walk in and discover them."

"Wow..."

"Mel turn and looked at me, she was naked having already taken a load from him, and said - 'Take the other end.' Shit!"

"The three of us had a good year or so, and I got pulled into the group at one point," I boasted.

"You married her?"

"That was sophomore year into summer and it was when her Dad died that I became her emotional support, going to the funeral." I said, drying off, getting ready. "We started dating and she was serious about being exclusive, we both acted like her slutty life never happened."

"Until you asked her if she wanted bigger?"

"Yeah, I kinda sensed it. There were several of the boyfriends that were 2-3 inches longer than me, I mean and before that she had a boyfriend in your range."

"She's getting that right now." James quipped and hugged me.

*****************

(Mel's POV)

"FUCK, WALTER, YES!!!"

His cock pounded me into a fourth orgasm, in the last room, the office, in the butterfly position.

He wheelbarrowed me in the dining room and the seated wheelbarrow in the living room before turning it into doggy-style there for my second orgasm. I pushed him back and rode him cowgirl in one-bedroom, reverse cowgirl in another, the third bedroom got the third orgasm when his long cock entered me while I had my feet in a 'happy baby' pose.

We excluded the bathrooms; he forced me flat on the floor and entered me in the fourth bedroom, then missionary in the downstairs bedroom before the final room, the office.

"Jesus Christ that was something," I said, my body quaking. "But you didn't finish!"

He had pulled out of me and began walking towards the pool.

"Let's get dressed, you'll get that at home."

I sprinted ahead of him, my youthful curves bouncing as I ran, my pussy so hot and it's lips swollen wanted the pay off, wanted a second deposit here and one in his house.

"You have three in you tonight, don't you Sir?"

"Who says I'm stopping at three?"

I moved my body into his cock, it slid towards my breasts, I looked up so disappointed. I turned and let the head of his cock press into my flesh, it now in the middle of my back. Holding my arms up he had no choice but to cup my breasts, I opened my legs, he squatted down, it slipped up inside me, I pushed back, he straightened lifting me off the ground, his strong hands and arms supporting me while my legs wrapped around his thighs and hips.

"OHHH, DADDYYY!!!"

He pinched my nipples, my flying Goddess had to be a sight for anyone, we were right in the surveillance camera's shot.

"OWWWHHHH!!! Harder DADDY, pinch HARDER! I've been BAD!"

The kitchen was steps away, he walked me slowly, my arms still high, his fingers digging into my flesh, pinching and rolling.

"Ohhh YES! DADDY!" I exclaimed as he laid me on the monster island, one hand found my hair pulling me back, bending me, the other hand found my fleshy arse.

SWAP!

"AHHH! YES! SIR!"

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!

"Bitch! Tell me you'll allow me to cum in you, if you tell me right now, you'll allow me to be the father of your next child!"

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!

"AHHH! YES! Walter, YES! Fill ME!"

I didn't care at this point, the cunt pumping he had done throughout the new house, the regal spaces, his power, my warped desire to bust the mould people had put me in. I finally felt like I was in control again, my desires met my ambitions.

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!

"GOD YES! MASTER! I'M YOURS! FILL ME!!!"

He let my hair go, his body covered mine, his spit and breath were on my neck, I could feel both hate and love in his words and tone.

"You WILL tell your husband you want this; you want it bad!"

"YES SIR!"

"No matter his protests!"

"YES SIR! OHHH! YES, CUMMMING FOR YOU SIR!"

My body, triggered by his power, the thrust of his hips, the smell of our drinks and sex on his breath, teeth touching my flesh, lips playing with my ear.

"YEEESSSSS!"

I felt it, he released, deep inside. It probably wasn't the shot that would bring us a child, but it was 'symbolically.' I got what I wanted and he was going to get what he wanted...

For a price.

****

In Walter's Pool House. (Donnie's POV)

"I had no fucking idea..." I said about the pool house tucked away behind Walter's house in the corner of the lot.

"Back to the question, 'the ask.'" James said, Lydia was already in the space, had gotten changed into some lingerie, bringing us bois a couple of drinks. "If you are seriously, seriously considering it, double the amount and more, because after your divorce you'll have to split it all."

James was half expecting a chuckle, I just looked up at him dead-panned.

"I love you both, and Walter." I was looking up at him. "I'm no angel here, allowing this to happen in some sort of messed up way, watching worlds colliding, knowing the supernova of a cunt my wife is deep down."

"But you said she never deep throated, or took it in the arse until..."

"That's the truth." I sat up seeing Lydia coming over with drinks, taking one, looking at them both. "College was a blur of sex for both of us and after freshman year I knew I was going to ride that wild spirit, reining her in some. She fucked and sucked a couple of dozen men and women, the circle getting tighter as we got closer."

"Honey, when you're young and you think someone's the guy, you do change," the youthful, short, big breasted Lydia said, looking at James who had a concerned look.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not talking you, I've ridden this phase of my life out in my early twenties. Mistress Lydia doesn't need no man."

"If you're loyal, he'll agree to anything, just hear him out," James added then kissed his Domme, cupping her breast.

The limo rolled down the driveway, we had turned on the pool light, it continued to the front door.

"Our instructions were to stay in this area till they emerged," James said, Lydia rubbing her body into him.

"Mmmmm... bois, would you mind pleasing Mistress by filling me up?" She waved her glass in the air. "James you may need to, since your young piece of arse here's never been to the pool house."

He took the glass and spun to walk into the house.

"Now fill me up the other way," Lydia's hands moved to my trousers, her mouth moved to mine, it was just moments earlier that I was naked and she was as well, the soft couches we were sitting on, she got into my lap and pushed herself down on my cock.

"Mmmmm... so nice," she said then spun around sitting backwards on my cock, my hands finding her breasts.

James came out to her bouncing in my lap, set the drinks down and moved in front of us, dropping his pants, her hands pulling at his hips.

"Oh... Baby..." She moaned and put the cock in her mouth, one hand working it, her mouth giving the saliva, my cock pushed deeper inside while James pushed forward.

"Gmmfft!"

She took him in, my hands pulled at her breasts, she bounced, James pushed deeper and she took it, like a pelican takes a fish.

"GAHfftt!"

From an open window we heard Mel crying out, "OH GOD, DADDY! FILL ME!!!"

***********

Across the threshold. (Mel's POV)

I had cuddled in his arms all the way home, his hands petting my hair, stroking my body, cupping breasts, being gentle. Not like he had given me, but so did Donnie, Lyn... I liked it, I guess, but I wondered about delivering it, his fingers rubbing my nipples over my clothes.

In the house I went to the powder room off the kitchen, asked about Miles who was asleep in Lucilla's quarters, and then just moved to him staring in his eyes.

"You want a third attempt before negotiations."

"You think YOU'RE in control right now??!!"

He grabbed my hair, almost bouncing my head on the table in the dining area off the kitchen, pulling down his pants and his dick began to fill. His hands pushed up my dress, his lined it up and hovered that meat leaning into me.

"You have a choice, but right now you're feeling me." he said. "I don't care what happens later, you've entered my home, you've taken my hospitality, you're mine to enjoy.

I wondered why I poked the bear? Maybe I wanted it, maybe I wanted his cum to fill me and make a second child, the drinks, the power exchange, the words.

He thrust forward.

"OH GOD, DADDY! FILL ME!!!"

"Let them hear you out by the pool, how I own your cunt!!" He sneered into my ear, his cock pushing deeper and deeper.

"AHHH! DADDY. FILL YOUR CUNT! MAKE OUR BABY!!!"

He kissed me lightly on the neck.

"Very good child..." He rose off my body and pumped me harder than any time in the house, his hands on my hips pulling me to him sliding in fast, sliding back slow, each thrust like a rep in the weight room.

"UH!... UH!... UH!... UH!"

There was a pause at the tip of the withdraw, my flesh pulling back with him, the suction or friction holding me to the flesh of his cock, then a strong finish, forcing, building momentum for his seed to penetrate all obstacles.

"UH!... UH!... UH!... UH!"

My hands pushed against the cold counter, breasts pushed against the granite, head turned back, I could see him staring at my arse, watching his cock push in faster, withdrawing slowly. Walter's body flexed when entering me, his power was intoxicating, I turned my head to the other side seeing the open window, the lights of the pool.

"UH!... UH!... UH!... UH! OHH! WALTER! YES! YES!!!"

My orgasm washed across me, nothing like any prior and there would never be another afterwards I was convinced.

"YESSS! OH! DADDY! YESSS!"

I pushed in, I thought we were going to meet together in heaven, create a new life right there.

"Not yet, Child," He said, stopping to feel my bones and muscles quake against his flesh, the covering of his chest and thighs. "To do this properly I must take you across my threshold and we must create our marriage bed, one open to all, but sacred to us."

"Oh... Mmmmmm." his cock slid back and out and his strong hands scooped me up, my body weak from his power, still desiring more, desiring his release. "Anything Daddy..."

We walked down the stairs his cock was enormous and still hard. I looked up into his eyes and he kissed me gently, my arms around his neck, safe, he took me past the pool table in the area we first met, past the weights and Donnie's room to his room. Pausing he looked into my eyes, his lips pressed forward, kissing me, my tongue searching found his, they danced and played.

"We will share this forever," Walter said taking the step across the threshold, walking across the room laying me down gently. I was on my hands bent at the waist, he knelt between my legs, our hands met at his cock and guided him inside. Symbolically or for real I let him know my answer, what I wanted, my legs wide, it pushed inside while I was still upright, my hands on his neck, body.

"Walthhhhher... Make love to me."

He did for the next 45 minutes. Slowly, tenderly, turning me over, on my side, letting me rise above him, there were no words, just our breathing filling the room, mine climbing not cascading the last orgasm on the island soothing my body, just a little ache where he was pushing and pulling back. My brain trying to record this, hoping to replay every inch going in and out, how this older man outdid any younger stud I had before, during, or after Donnie in my life.

"My Love," He whispered, pushing inside, my hands holding my feet in happy baby, a yoga trick I learned with the forward on our basketball team to open wide and angle up my pussy. "I'm close. Give me your answer now and convince your husband. Ohhhh."

"Yes, Walter... the answer is yes."

"MMmm. OHHH! OHHH! Mmmmm."

I felt his body tense and then quiver, the cumming inside me more symbolic, like the walk across, he did not have much left this third load.

"You'll have to agree to my terms, Daddy," my fingers pulled across his back, just the pads for the first one-half, then the nails, light but made their impression.

"Of course," He said smiling, pulling out and I rolled into his arms to sleep.

******

Nightcap. (Donnie's POV)

We listened to Walter pump Mel, her "UH!... UH!... UH!... UH!" from the open window lasting a while before I assumed she was taken downstairs into his room, the bed WE shared.

It was 2 a. m. before he left the pool area, Lydia took us both in the mouth and from behind before letting me finish, her breasts squeezed together sliding my dick between them, my load covering her face. James immediately hopping on top of her and pumping her full of his seed.

Naked, we swam for a while, talked about their relationship and the houses they frequented. I shared Walter and I's origin story and James' role helping seduce me online, my quick visit.

"He's got her wrapped around his finger... well, around his cock..." Lydia said, and we all laughed, her studying me.

"Tell me again how you think this is all going to work out? Sounds like gramps wants a baby."

"He does," James said. "But in a strange way he's not obsessed about it and seems to want it from a couple."

"Yeah, like you and yours," Lydia said, curling into James, rubbing his cock.

"Let's have a nightcap inside."

"Another drink?" James said, surprisingly not coordinated with what she wanted.

"No, dear... it's a... well let's get inside and I'll explain."

We dried off, Lydia whispering to James, who nodded, look over at me, and then back to her kissing her. We walked inside, still naked.

"Boys, a night cap was a game my sorority sisters and I developed to "cap" our evening. We were all lovers and to dissolve the drama of a dozen women taking turns on each other, we all got naked and got into the same room in the basement, the one filled with couches, bean bags chairs. We would couple up or three would get together and one would spread, letting the other lick and suck her pussy and while vulnerable and being pleased, you'd have to answer a question, or tell the giver or givers in this tangle the truth."

Lydia moved to me, her eyes were wide and serious, her hands on my hips guiding me to the floor, the pool house had large sliding doors, a tile entrance that turned into beanbags and carpet. She watched me lean into one of the large bags, mare arse of the plush carpet, my cock dangling from overuse.

"In your words describe to me what tonight was about," Lydia said, her large breasts dangling forward while she crawled and sat at my toes. James came in and lowered beside his woman, his hands on her shoulders massaging them.

"It's about Walter getting to know Mel to bring her into the circle, plain and simple," I said. "We're having a lovely evening, Me getting to know you, and James and I reconnecting."

"Where the fuck does impregnating Mel for a price fit into all of this and how do you feel about hearing her calling him Daddy in a literal, messed up, fantasy sort of way," Lydia said and started forward, James now on his hands and knees moving towards my cock. "Think for a couple of minutes while we get your little guy here to rise up."

"Ohh... okay..." I said, her mouth taking my limp member between her lips, I felt James's hands push one leg further back, his face beside Lydia's, his lips on my thigh. I was erect fairly fast, so I began speaking my truth.

"Sex and money have been central around... ohhh... Jesus.. oh..." I started and Lydia was just sucking the head, letting James at my balls. "Ohh... Walter and I's... ohhh... relationship. It's been a quid pro quo ahhhnd... ohhh... I see that continuing... Jesus."

Lydia didn't pull off me, her eyes were fixed on mine, sucking and bobbing, James pushing against my legs, splitting, and lifting gaining access to my taint and hole, his mouth focusing there.

"Jesusss... Ohhh... we entered this... ohhh... and I knowwww... ohhh... we're aligned... she's not... ohhh... I means she's on the pill currently... oh... so there's a lot to discuss yet... ohhhh... fuck James! OHH! YOU READY! I'm... I'm..."

Lydia pushed down on my cock, it sputtered and shot what I had left up into her mouth, James letting me down, all three of us kissing with the remnants of spew from the evening.

It was late, we found blankets and arranged the beanbags curling into each other's arms on the floor and slept.

*****

Morning thoughts, Sex, discussions, Sex, negotiations and Sex. (Mel's POV)

I was sore getting out of bed, walking across the bedroom to the bathroom, and sore peeing, both holes having been entered. I looked at the clock, it read 7:23 a. m., I knew my husband, and my child were within fifty yards of me and a lover slept quietly.

I found a robe in the bathroom, it hung long - a man's length - and explored the downstairs a little before heading upstairs. There was a note from Lucilla, "Baby and I went out to see my Mother. Text when needed, coffee's brewed."

Moving to the smell and the sound of the coffee on the warming pad, I found a cup and poured two cups and brought them downstairs. I set Walter's on the nightstand and sat at the foot of the bed, sipping and pondering.

A twinge of a little headache from the champagne remained, but a night of, and the physicality of our sex, pounded a lot of it out of me and I did not blame any of my behaviour on my drinking. In fact, I did the opposite and didn't blame myself at all, seeing the broad back of one of my lovers sleeping peacefully, satisfied with the love I gave to him.

Being able to navigate complex relationships through high school and college, landing in a marriage that I felt comfortable in with a man who had the same off-centre thoughts, was empowering. I had two men, who were in fact lovers, in the palm of my hand, I knew it, felt it, and believed it, sipping vigorously on the black, life reviving hot drink in my hand.

Giving birth to Miles, recovering my body through hard workouts, maintaining a career that now both are combining into a huge payoff. Aligning with a man so powerful as Walter Donnovan was dangerous, I could feel the power and pull he had with every thrust of his cock. It heightened sex and love to a place, and I could feel his compassion, his caring and if he were with Donnie, living with him here, he'd invested in both of us.

"Good morning, coffee's on the nightstand," I said to Walter as he slid up to lean against the headboard.

He moved and kissed me gently, his hand on my thigh, then moved for the coffee.

"How did you sleep and how are you feeling?

"I slept hard, and I'm sore but feeling alive and rejuvenated, this has been a nice respite."

"Mmmmhmmm," He agreed into his coffee mug, kicking his legs off, heading for the bathroom. I marvelled at the length that stayed, dangling downwards, how most women who crave it to be their own, while I accept it is communally worshipped.

The shadow of his large, strong, body deflected light casting shadows back into the bedroom. I sipped and sat up in bed, my legs splayed out, robe open, showing him what he conquered last night in all manner when he entered the bedroom. There were no words, both of my hands on my coffee mug, he moved slowly to the bed setting his down, climbing back on, and moving his face between my knees. The bristle of his bread gave me shivers; I moved my cup to the nightstand and braced for his mouth.

"Ohhh," My hands went to his hair, he knew what I needed, his mouth covering the soreness he caused, tongue gently caressing my clit, parting me, slowly separating healing flesh. "Walterrrr..."

The gentleness his lips imparted, tongue pushing inside, hands on my thighs, beard tickling my shaven pussy. It was a master class in patience, feeling my wetness rekindle.

"Ohhh... Mmmm..." My legs pressed against his head, he felt me get wet, lapping at any fluid, opening me up, mouth pushing tongue. "Ohhh... just what I need Lover..."

My hips pivoted giving more access, his hands were under my arse cheeks, presenting me, his eyes looking up, then closing focusing on every sensory delight

"Mmmm... Ohhhh... yes... yes..."

An appropriately muted wave of an orgasm passed over me, let loose some wetness, his mouth sensing I was ready again, our minds thinking the same, he rose up to his knees, I scooted back, wanting to be semi-upright, the pillows behind me, the headboard.

"Penetrate my soul, Dear." I said, his cock hard and moving between my legs, one knee forward at a time, his hands went to my face, lips coated with my juices pressing to mine. I reached out with one hand holding it's thickness, guiding it towards me, I winced pressing the head to my clit, letting go, my neck straining back, his mouth on mine.

"Ohhfff..." The slight twinge of pain pulled my lips from his, it prompting my body to respond, more fluid, he pressed forward dividing sides open, the soreness giving way to his pressure. "Mmmmm... fill me Walter, fill all of me..."

"Uh.."

"Oh, Walter..."

"Uh.."

"Baby..."

"Uh... Uh.."

He was inside, his eyes were looking into mine, his lips gentle at my mouth, tongues twittering and flicking, he pulled back a little, rotating his pelvis, pushing back inside quickly, and holding.

"OHH! Mmmm!"

The soreness blended with the pressure and delight of him opening me up, rubbing his shaft across my spot.

"Oh! BABY!"

Walter withdrew, almost pulling out, then at the same methodical pace pushed inside.

"OHHHH! YESSS! YESSSS!"

The music his long bow, playing the strings of my spot, set off a wave from waist to head, my cunt gushing, his hands went to the top of the headboard, withdrew quicker and just as quick plunged back inside.

"YESSS! DADDY! OHHH!!!"

The weight of his body penetrated me tip to balls, busting me open more, my cunt dripping, my orgasm bending into a second wave, third wave with each thrust.

"UHH! UHHH! UHHH!"

"YES! WALTER! YES!"

Strong hands pulled my thighs down, my head found rest, my body convulsing, there were no more waves, he bared down to give me another inoculation of his sperm.

"OHH! OHHH! OHHH! OHH!," he pumped me, sunlight had shift to my face, his body suspended on strong hands, mine running up his, watching him take me intently.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!

I moved my feet to the bed, taking each thrust as a prize, numb below, my satisfaction more than complete. I am a vessel to please this man and for siring children and if that were to happen, so be it, I felt my usefulness, my purpose in the world when his hips crashed into mine.

"OH! Ohhh! OHHH!"

Thrusting, tearing penetration continued, the headboard started hitting the wall, his head was down and focusing on driving each time.

"Babyyy... Oh... Walterrr..."

Out of body began, seeing his head in my chest, mouth on a nipple, his penetration consistent, his objective clear, my body there for him and for conception, I could see his arse pushing inside, his long cock sliding out and back, his muscles contracting and relaxing all at once.

"Oh God, Baby Fill me..." I whispered, my hands on his back, our bodies joined for so long coordinated with our breath, his heartbeat and mine bouncing through our chests, together.

"Ohhh... Lover... Ohhh..."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

The sloshing of my wet pussy, I felt swollen and juicy, the large cock redefining forever my composition below, my fingers pressed into his arse, pulling him in, resting on his hips sliding out, pressing pulling in, resting pulling out.

"You're a Machine... oh Walter..."

His lips kissed my neck, his hips pushed deep and stopped and then I felt it, built up over 8 hours and over 30 minutes of penetration, he shot a load I'd never felt before.

"Ohhh... Dadddyyyy... ohhhh", I moaned, a second, third, fourth spurt of what I wanted, what he deemed later as a 'money shot', I was thankful for the unprecedented nature of the ride, the gift of his seed and our hearts beating together while he lay on top of me, fingers rubbing my nipple, caressing my breast.

Still inside me, he breathed.

"We are one."

"We are, Baby, we are one." I echoed.

***********

Morning thoughts, Sex, discussions, Sex, negotiations and Sex cont. (Donnie's POV)

Lydia kissed me and then hugged James, her flight an early one and she said something about not "wanting to get in the way of the 'festivities' later in the afternoon."

She had showered and brought out two robes for us, obviously at James's calling, he was lock step with Walter's plans for Mel and me. My mind drifting to my wife, in our bedroom (one I shared with Walter) knowing my Lover's preference for morning sex, waking me with his cock pressing to my hole, then his mouth, then entry.

"What are you thinking about," James said noticing my erection, Lydia driving down the driveway, his hand moving to my modest cock, coffee brewed.

"Up there," over there, I motioned with my head towards the main bedroom of the house. "ohhh..."

He stroked me nicely, then his lips on my neck.

"Coffee first," I said pulling away from his touch.

"Angry, jealous?" James said, a little angry I ignored his play for me. "You want to be up there instead, or also?"

"Are you angry or jealous that it's my bed now," I fired back pouring James and I a cup. James paused, taking the cup, sipping looking at my stern face relax some.

"I do miss you," I said, moving closer to him, our robes open, my erection subsided, the dander we rustled up led us to sit on the patio sipping our coffee, close enough on the poolside lounge chairs to hold hands with one, and sip our caffeine laced mix with the other.

"You can't imagine how much I miss you," James said, his thumb rolling over mine. "I'm not jealous you're in his bed; I'm frustrated I'm not there too."

"Lydia seems fun," I said, our hands separating.

"A nice hetero-sortof-sexual distraction"

I took a sip of my coffee.

"Love that word... are we all that?"

"I would be classifying myself 'homo-preferential-sexual' and 'hetero-sortof-sexual.'"

"I'm 'pansexual' according to the internet," I said flatly. "I'd say Mel is as well."

"Pansexual? Never heard of it," Jame's English accent coming through.

"First introduced in 1914 and used somewhat 20 years ago I guess, in the sexual revolution of the 70s. I'd say you're bisexual with a preference for men."

"I like hetero-sortof..." James giggled at his own term.

"Let's go for a swim," I said, our conversation stirring some morning desire, peeling off my robe and jumping into the pool.

James followed with a cannon ball splashing me, then his aggressive nature kicking in like I had hoped, swimming to me, dunking me under in the deep end, his legs wrapping mine from behind, his cock pressed against my thigh sliding upwards while we surfaced.

'Love' James was harder than 'Lover' Walter, he pushed me against the pool side, his cock pressed in my crease, sliding down and then popping inside my body.

"FUCK!" the friction of the water, the abruptness of his slender head penetrating, still pointed. "Jesus H! Oh!"

"You like it rough," he said pushing hard, driving inside, his hips pushing, his hands on the side of the pool, my body pressed there, cock on the cool tile.

"OHhhh!"

He slid further inside.

"Fuckkkk!"

Pulling back James thrust forward, then said into my ear, "I'm going to do this in front of Mel today and then do it to Mel.

"Ohhhh... talk dirty to me... Ohhhh..."

"I'm going to split her arse with Walter deep in her cunt."

"Mmmmm, ohhh..."

The water sloshed as he pumped me, his mouth on my neck now, my arms folded, head resting, supporting us in the deep end while he took me.

"After Europe, James, then what... ohhh... Lover..."

"There's no after Europe, keep your focus," he said, his hands around my body, thrusting upwards.

Pulling out he spun me around, I held tightly onto him, his arms and hands kept us afloat, my hands on his face, we kissed and grinned our cocks together.

"Mmfftt" lips mashing, tongues tangling, cocks pressing and sliding.

James stopped, let us go and we slid under the water, separating. He swam to the side of the pool; I lifted up there. We both rose up, naked dripping water to see Walter and Mel in robes sitting on the stone border having watched our coupling.

"Hot, Ladies," Walter said, showing his dominance over both of us, both wanting him, our erections still present. "Come on up to the kitchen. We have breakfast almost ready."

Watching Mel smile at me, then turn and passionately kiss Walter, made me wonder then watching them walk hand in hand up to the house.

"Jesus," James said sensing the hot, molten desire between the two.

"Yeah..." I agreed, tossing him a towel. We were drying off snapping mine at James knowing he would not come make me pay with a summons from our Master.

We walked swiftly up the path, into the house and up to the dining room kitchen area. Mel sat on a barstool, her legs crossed over, one cheek up and you could see her entire leg. Walter had just cracked a couple of eggs, frying them.

"I hope you like sunny side up," he said, there was a stack of toast, eggs, fruit, bacon, and sausage. Mel was drinking a mimosa and three were lined up on the island.

I moved to get a drink, went to my wife to give her a peck and she turned her cheek.

"Kiss him," Walter said abruptly at Mel, who scowled back at him, smiled and turned her lips to me setting the glass down. Her arms went around my neck, and she drove her tongue deep, lips mashing, making it more than a simple kiss.

"Better?" her coy voice said in Walter's direction.

He ignored her and finished his cooking, we took the plates and sat down, Mel close to Walter on his left, James on his right and I was next to Mel.

"Dig in, eat and then we'll talk," Walter said setting the expectation just like at a board meeting instructing us to read the prospectus and give him three things we liked and two things we didn't.

We munched and devoured the food, hungry from so much sexual energy expended, so much emotional energy either bottled up or shared. We were all either done or taking something more, Mel went for some fruit, I found another piece of bacon.

She smiled, and leant into me softly saying, "It was so hot watching James take you."

James smiled over the lip of his drink.

"Ah sex," Walter said to open the 'we'll talk' portion of breakfast. "It is so, so, so misunderstood, now, isn't it?"

His words hung in the air for a moment, James looking at me, Mel looking at Walter then at me.

"In what sense?" Mel asked a clarifier. "It's for enjoyment and reproduction, pretty simple."

"And for connection," I added.

"Fulfilment," James threw out there, Walter just watching each of us say words, not adding, affirming, sorting in any means.

"The misunderstanding comes before or after, when the connection is paused," I said, trying to address Walter's main point. "It's all of these things and more in the moment, but once our bodies untangle and the world's demands, expectations and moral judgements get hold of sex it becomes wildly misunderstood."

Walter got up and started clearing dishes, my comments sometimes end conversation unintentionally, so Walter moved us along.

"How do we avoid this trap, having the night of our lives last night and not letting it fuck up everything we are, we've worked for, and are known for?"

"Communication," Mel said, standing up to help him.

"Say something your brain is telling you right now not to say," Walter said. "We all do it, we all think of things that never make it from our brains to our lips. Think of it, and I'll then ask you to say it."

"I want to see you fuck my husband," Mel said, reaching into his robe stroking his cock.

"I love James," I said looking across the table at him, feeling his cock again. "And you, Sir."

"I want you to fuck Melanie in front of Donnie," James said.

"It doesn't have to be sexual," Walter said, then smiled. "But it usually is, isn't it? The hot secretary, young lawyer across the table. We want, we want, we want."

"Tell me something you'd never say before that doesn't involve sex in action or what you want," Walter kept pressing. "Think while we finish."

There was a long pause while the dishes were all gathered, we refreshed our drinks and soon we were in the living room.

"I have to say I have a lot of untold sexual thoughts right now," Mel said, sitting in Walter's lap, his flaccid cock dangling out to one side. "They are at least related, and until last night and especially this morning, I'd never had them in an organized form."

"Organized?" I said watching my wife move the robe over his long cock.

Her head snapped up from looking at his cock, to looking at me intently.

"You called me a slut on August 21st, 1985, 11:32 p. m., and what did I say?"

"Thank you, I believe."

"Yes, and what's our anniversary date?"

"August 21st," I said and laughed.

"Had you ever made that connection?"

"No, it was the only date our venue was available."

"Said me," Mel said with a wry grin, slipping off her rope, standing in the middle of the room with three men, eyes now worshiping the splendid shape before us. "I have never told anyone, including my 'till death do us part', that your declaration of who I was, kidding or not kidding, changed my path in life."

"Did it?" Walter cut in, serious, looking at her with the desire. "You stand before us now, ready and willing, having loved me all night and morning, still connected to your spouse, and wondering about James."

"It did, for I had plans to move to Chicago with Artist Fleming, remember Donnie?"

"Oh, I remember."

"Was he your first?"

"No, not by a long shot."

"Seriously?"

"Desmond, Franklin, Otis THEN Artist."

"He dropped out of school, kicked off the football team if I remember, and the University of Chicago was interested in me and I wasn't going to have to sit."

"Huh..." I said, knowing nothing of this. "My calling you a slut changed that?"

She strutted around, her breasts firm again, bouncing, her hips swaying, going by Walter, James and sitting in my lap.

"I never got the offer, so I never went," Mel said, moving to me. "It wasn't a you thing, the comment just framed my thinking.'

"You lost me," I said, her demeanor fierce, moving to me, I was sitting in a chair with my feet on an ottoman, my cock semi-hard.

"Remember 'Dear Donnie' when you took my arse cherry several weeks ago," she said turning around, sliding over my legs. "It was a metaphorical cherry, Artist saying goodbye taking it... Oh..."

She pushed my head into her hole, no lubrication, holding it there.

"Ohhh... It symbolized my last act as everyone's... oh... hole to go to... ohh... remember," she said slinking back, my length gripping her anus, letting go fraction of an inch by fraction." "Fuck... Donnie..."

Walter stood up and asked me, "What does that all mean to you, Donnie?"

He dropped his robe, his cock swelling.

"It means ohhhh... she loved me enough ohhh... to put a governor on her desires and wants... ohh,"

"She had an objective, normalcy, a marriage and a child," Walter said, now kissing my wife as she slid all the back on my cock, his pressing forward, finding her hole.

"OHHH, Walter... Donnie..."

"Uhh." her seat in my seat, my cock up into her arse, Walter's starting to penetrate her pussy.

"YES! DADDY!" the combination too much, my wife calling out to her lover, my cock swelling inside my wife's arse, feeling her orgasm on both of us.

James stood up, moved to the chair, throwing one leg over, standing on the cushion and pushed his meat to my mouth.

"Gamft!"

His usual abrupt style, pushing his arse against Mel's shoulders, Walter driving into him.

"OHHH! Lovers! OHHH!"

Walter pulled out of my wife, pulled her off my cock, directing her to the ottoman, pulling James off my face. He wanted to show her something, putting me where I am in this quad of bodies, where I rank when it comes to choice. His hand went to my neck, never letting go, pushing me to my hands and knees, never letting go, lining his cock up and pressing it into my hole, never letting go behind me.

"AHRrrh!"

Pain was evident on my face, James hopping there, getting on his knees, pushing his cock into my mouth.

"Gmmffrrtt!"

The first step in a ceremonial, but real, coupling... no tripling... three men flanked in power, the lowest getting pushed, meat inside both ends of his body, willingly, I felt electric. Mel was back on her hands, her cunt red from Walter's dick, she had shaved it clean since I'd seen it, her hand on her neck and breast, mouth agape.

She had seen me fucked by men years ago, before we pulled each other out of the pit. Her moment of change I felt, I SEIZED feeling some dominance over a woman who was available for everyone. One by one I separated her, giving her enough access to others, while pulling it back, leaving it open while shutting the access.

Until now.

"GrrMMFFTTAHH!!"

I was in-between them both, James pulling on my face, Walter pulling on my hips, I watched Mel plunge her hand inside her pussy. My cock squirted a milky release, the fluid that supported my sperm, getting Mel's attention who hopped up and joined the pose.

"Fucking Slut..." Walter quipped getting a smile from Mel, she slid under my body, licking the milky fluid from the head of my cock, then pushing me inside her, hands on my hips, pulling up to me.

"Two cock-suckers, James." Walter said pushing deeper and deeper.

"AGhRFFTT!"

"Gmffttt!"

"Swallow me, Donnie Baby!" James pulled at my head, I felt a built up release, the smell of cum in my nostrils as it poured over my tongue into my throat; I released into Mel's mouth, I felt Walter pulling out of me, he pulled at Mel's legs, her mouth off of me, getting my third and fourth spurts in the face, he drove his cock deep inside her.

"OH! DADDDDY!!" Her hands pulled her up onto his body, his cock deep, he slammed forward. "YES! DADDY! YES!"

Walter filled my wife. She spasmed on his cock. We all four collapsed.

********

(Mel's POV)

"The home we fucked in every room, double my salary and position in your company with commissions on anything I sell, including this." I pushed out my arse in the air, the three boys on the floor, looking at my red cunt, leaking white fluid. "If I'm knocked up from this weekend - that's what I get."

Walter rolled over, pulling me into his lap, kissing me vigorously.

"Five-year contract, mine extends four years under the current conditions," I chimed in. "No custody arrangements until he or she turns five."

Walter's head impressively popped up from my breast, where he was suckling the nipple. He moved up almost dropping me to the floor, grabbing my ankle, dragging me to James.

"Don't cum inside but play until you can feel the best pussy in town," Walter said, then dropped to his knees, looking at Donnie, all three of us spent from cumming.

"Seriously, deal?"

"I'll head to Europe early and she can live here until conception."

"Donnie? I was... was.. joking."

"Bullshit!"

"We have to talk..."

"Why does he think it might have happened from last night and this morning?"

"I missed a pill, it's been over 24 hours and I'm in the first week of the pack."

"Long odds it will take more than that."

I raised an eyebrow, the number of times he fucked me and unloaded, the connection. I looked over at Walter, who was sitting by James on the couch while James was up on his knees, Donnie and I having our conversation in front of him, Walter commanding him to fuck me.

I needed time.

"James, what are you waiting for," I said, turning on my right arse cheek, opening my legs. "You boys like to clean up after each other, that should get you ready."

James's cock was limp from use, dangling as he crawled to me. We had to complete something, a circle of sorts, he leant in and his mouth began to devour my swollen lips.

"Ohhh, James," I moaned, Donnie and Walter stood, finding their robes, and walked back into the kitchen, James hands opened me, fingers got involved with his tongue and lips. "Fuuhhhkkk..."Like in college I was ready to give myself physically, let him do and do, take, and take. James was different than the boys, this was not a quick thing, a check the box, tongue the box, fuck the box thing, like Walter he sought a connection.

"Ohhh... mmmm... OHHH!" I moaned, his attention to discovery of my body, hands moving under my arse, mouth parting me, tongue probing now, fingers finding my tiny hole, just brushing it, nothing was in a hurry.

My attention went from the deal to loving this man.

"Ohhh! YES!" I sighed, a soft orgasm stirred and rolled through me, my hands were in his hair, his mouth moved to my taint, my hole. "FUuuhhhk... Ohhhh"

Rimming was a thing with the ladies on the basketball team, we would spend hours there, fingers probing each other, tongues, and lips on the tight little muscle. It was James' speciality; he fucked me with fingers and sucked me with his mouth.

"JESUS! YES!" a harder orgasm built from the first, his ability to penetrate and relax, I was not expecting this, my eyes searched downward to see him, just his head moving, fingers driving. "YES! YES! YES!"

The angle, the pressure, the spot produced more fluid, I dare say I squirted for just a moment, his mouth covering the fluid before rising up, face now wet.

"OH GOD, Kiss me!" Our tongues danced, his hands were immediately on my breasts, softly caressing, squeezing, fingers finding nipples, our mouths rolling over each other's. James was a gentle, caring and attentive lover, reading my body, my actions, his cock flopping above my clit, it's shaft sliding on it, then ducking down and inside.

"OHHhh!" I moaned, our kiss separating, our eyes watching each other as we joined for the first time, I smiled thinking I could feel his heart through the grateful expression on his face.

"You are so Beautiful, Love." His English accent melting me while he pushed forward.

"Ohhh... James..."

"Uh! OH!"

Driving into me was easy, from my morning with Walter to gushing a moment ago, it surprised James how quickly my cunt took his penis, a good length, slim, the pressure hitting when his balls hit my taint.

"Ohh... Mmmmm." I moaned as he rose above me then leant in to kiss my nipples, my arms around his head, hips rolled back and forth exploring my cunt with his cock, knowing he wasn't supposed to finish. "When you're ready, Baby, spray yourself all over my breasts."

He nodded, nuzzling my nipples, playing, and sucking. I turned my head, from the island Walter and Donnie were watching us intently. I felt the connection, I felt the circle closing around me, bringing me in, my husband, a man who wants to sire a child with me and now James, all in tune with an absurd concept.

James quickened, bucking against me, rising to a press above my body, pushing inside, my face and breasts moving with each thrust, my hands moving up his arms.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

"OH! MMmm! Ohhh!" Promptly he pulled out, grabbed his dick and directed a spray across my left breast, neck and then on to my stomach.

"Oooo... nice shot... Oh! Nice!"

Donnie bounded in from the other room, firstly took James' cock into his mouth and cleaned it, his leg across my torso, his cock was hard, he sucked and licked, then turned to me, his mouth on the droplets sprayed all over.

"Mmmm... OH!"

He thrust inside me, bucked and fucked, my mouth was wide open, his smaller cock not hitting the places, our heads beside each other, his breathing unusually fast.

"OHH MEL!" He moaned and shot his load deep inside of me."

"Jesus Donnie,... Ohhh... You were ready."

I half expected Walter to saddle up right after my husband pulled off me, instead he was standing with my robe and soon we were all around the island in the kitchen again.

"James, you have a plane to catch. Donnie and Mel - let's meet at 9 a. m. tomorrow in my office. You both go home tonight and talk through everything. Bring Miles with you. Lucille will be expecting to baby sit again, he's such a good kid."

We all showered separately, James in the pool house, Donnie in the main bathroom, I in the guest room and Walter in the shower off the workout room.

The separation was abrupt and intentional.

Miles bounced back into my arms, Donnie and I cuddling him together. The absence of the other men refreshing and I looked at my husband trying to imagine what a second child with him would be like juxtaposed against another man being the Father.

We agreed to wait until Miles went down to talk.