End of 09b = Mel went looking for me and discovered my car in the golf course parking lot,, phone in the cupholder, checked and I was not on the golf course. I had been in a hotel room with David and 'lil Kim, cross-dressing Asian giving it and taking it from both Men.
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(Donnies POV)
"Where the HELL where YOU!"
I was greeted with an angry Mel at the door, there was fan drying water from he bathroom.
"I hope you've fired him, look at this mess?"
"He hasn't even worked on anything and no I didn't, we had a long conversation and at the price he's asking it's.."
"I don't care, it could warp the hardwood floors! Lucky I remembered where and how to turn off the water. Where WERE YOU!!"
Inspecting the damage it looked like Mel had gotten to it before much got into the hardwood. There was a split below the shut off and the seal on the valve.
"This is totally random, can happen with changes in pressure," I said to Mel, taking her into my arms. "The floor is fine."
She sighed, nuzzled into my chest looking up at me.
"Where were you?"
"I brought up that you thought, for personal reasons, we should fire him for the bathroom job and he quoted me his price to do all the work."
"And?"
"We talked about you two getting coffee, he said he'll stick to work and that he understands people's 'curiosity'. The spandex thing was his fault, pushing boundaries all the time."
"Okay..."
"It's a good price for the work AND he wants to do Onyxx at that price." I showed her the notes we took, taking her mind off the other topics.
"A good price with Onyxx?? You're SHITTING me."
"I am not..."
"You forgot your phone?"
"Yes...we got talking, I got excited about the price, hopped into his truck, forgetting my phone."
She looked at me with some disbelief, but hugged me. Onyxx was her dream for the shower.
"Wait..the guest shower get's Onyxx cheep?"
"Two for one, he's doing our shower also, still less than doing one bathroom."
I kissed her, got some leak fix and temporarily fixed the crack (It was getting torn out Thursday) and turned the main back on.
We cuddled that night after I worked out and had a shower (to much man on my body), trying to start Dave's workout regimen.
"He starts in two days...."
"I know..."
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(Mel's POV)
I was relieved when Donnie said he didn't fire Dave. Relieved and worried.
I did want that cock. Donnie DID give me some sort of permission.
"How big do you think it is?" Tiffany, my BFF from college asked Wednesday at lunch.
"Seven flaccid, so..."
"Some guys are close to the same limp and erect, or close, so at least eight or, CHRIST could be 10"
I smiled, sipped my water, wrinkling my nose. Tiffany was trustworthy, telling me of several group things she and her husband Billy had done over they years on vacations.
"Donnie saw it too, and he was impressed if not looking at it for himself."
"Stop!" she said, her turn to sip and smile.
I did. I stopped there, NOT telling her Donnie gave me the kitchen pass, though I knew where Tiffany was going.
"I have to ask, if he were to come on to you..."
"We'll see..." I said and smiled.
"Well Melanie..."
To date Tiffany notched three known affairs, maybe I just wanted to say it finally. All her other hypotheticals were met with 'oh no, I'd never' or 'Nah, he's too big'.
Tiffany was short, 5'3" slender having not had kids and now in her 50s, her breasts still looked good in anything, though she spent a fortune on bras, lingerie in general. Her brown hair, and round face, she'd wore glasses from day one, nice round cheeks at the top of formed legs made her a nice target for anyone.
"I doubt he'll even give me a chance," I said, smiling at her confidently.
"Look at my lil' slut woman, all wet for a tryst."
We went on to talk about my kids and did a little shopping.
That Night
Donnie fell asleep, even with my leg rubbing his he seemed to be distracted by something all night and after his run and shower just collapsed.
I couldn't sleep.
I tossed and turned and finally rolled onto my back, slid my bottoms down I covered myself with my palm, pictured Dave's spandex; pictured taking my hands to it, feeling the contour of it against the fabric, my fingers pulling at the waistline.
I slipped in a finger.
I pictured his cock expanding, seeing really only a normal penis because I'd hadn't seen one even seven inches erect since college, my lips eager.
Two fingers inside.
"Ohhh" I moaned quietly, having only been caught once masturbating besides Donnie. I proceeded to fuck the shit out of him, he encouraged me to do it more often, but it's MY thing.
I pushed in deeper, sliding my fingers back, thinking of the tip passing over my lips, pushing as far back as it could go; wondering if I could take it all letting it slide into my throat.
"Ohhhh...David"
A third finger and a quicker pace.
"Ohhh...Ohhh...MMmmm...Oh yes..."
The wave crashed over my body, arching my back to get deeper, I came and quivered, thinking of another man's cock in my throat.
"ohhh..."
I fell asleep hard.
Demo Day
I had a lot of work to do, David slipped in the front door and I was working downstairs. He thought it would take a day of demo, then a day painting and planning, then three days for the showers, and a day for the rest.
"He has a lot of vacation and he blocked off two days this week, the weekend without his kids and two days into next week."
"Donnie, he's taking vacation?"
"Yes."
"And giving us a premium discount?"
"Don't knock it..."
I wasn't going to, but this first morning I had to concentrate on work with a conference coming up and my team was presenting. I heard a lot of banging, and tearing, walking heavy out the door. I kept my focus and it wasn't until about 11 a.m. I had it busted.
"Nice office," Dave said, his shirt soaked in sweat, cut off arms, jeans that didn't hide what he was packing.
"Thanks, since COVID I work down here TOO much."
"I have some of those days, easier to get paper work done away from the office. Can you come upstairs and answer a few questions about the shower."
"Sure..."
I followed him upstairs, he was ahead of me and I turned to the left at the top of the steps towards the guest bathroom. I walked in and he wasn't there.
"I meant the other shower," he said startling me AND I realized he was in our bathroom looking at sizing our master shower.
"Uh, okay..."
I was worried about the condition of our room, bathroom, but David wasn't phased.
"You want this arrangement and the tile to go to the ceiling?"
"Yes."
"It will be a little more than I quoted Donnie."
"That's okay."
We were just feet from our bed, it unmade, where I masturbated to the thought of swallowing David's cock.
"Thanks, that's it I'll go back to the other bathroom, tear out is going fast, I may start painting yet this afternoon."
His eyes moved to the bed, moved to me and left.
"Gulp" I swallowed, thinking of that magnificent cock.
I moved upstairs to the living room. David smiled when I sat down with my laptop, but left me alone. I had lunch, he worked through lunch and when I started work in the afternoon he left for paint.
I was in Yoga gear, so when he was out I started practicing a flow I was going to do that weekend, adding somethings, trying to get my mind off of our hired carpenter in the tight jeans.
He returned while I was in a vinyasa, upward dog, showing him plenty of cleavage drawing his smile. He waited and watched for a moment, then worked, coming out the minute I was finished.
"Can you help me with something yoga speaking?"
"Sure, what is it David?
He flipped off his shoes, and like at the studio got into a pose in his socks.
"I feel like my warrior two and reverse warrior poses are crooked."
My yoga teacher Gladys Brooks talked about a time she adjusted a man and got wet (several Moscow Mules in her) he was so hot. I had never had the opportunity, the few middle aged men that came in that I would adjust, not like David.
I was going to get wet.
"First you need to engage your core and pull back"
My hand went to his side to straighten his torso.
"Then move into a deeper lunge"
I slid down and pushed down on his back leg.
"Open your left leg"
I placed my hand on his inner thigh and pulled it open and straight.
"Hold that..."
Then I got serious, moved behind him, pressed into his back lightly, moved my arms inside his as he was in warrior two, one arm forward and one arm backwards parallel to the ground. His arse was in my stomach, my breasts under his shoulder blades.
"Let me guide you into reverse warrior"
This was something we did to each other in training, 12 ladies paired up by size, so it was a little difficult.
"Feel the pressure of my hands, and move with the pressure giving just a little resistance so we don't break contact."
I pushed up on his front arm, curling my fingers around his wrist, using my forearm, my other hand wrapped similarly, but pulling down on his back arm. We were joined, I imagined a pose where our hands were reversed and he was pushing to get inside me.
"Now curl into your back leg, your core pulling down your back"
My hips rotated forward, knees inside his, my nipples hard pressing into his back. I held it there, looking at the fine contours of his boy, feeling his hot flesh just a shirt and jeans away from me.
"There."
I pulled back and moved to his front, adjusting his chin, looking into his eyes which held me paralyzed right there. We were going to kiss, I swear to God we were going to kiss.
My cellphone went off.
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