The year is currently 1992, July 10th. Donnie, Mel and Miles had spent a week at her mother's lake house being a "normal family", as Donnie termed it, after both had just been through a month of less than normal things -- for Donnie it had been 2-3 months.
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"Tess is gorgeous" Mel replied, picking up the folder with the information in. She was studying it much like I normally did with a new 'client'. Mr. Donnovan said the time would be in the throes of the situation and I'd know the exact moment to bring her into the "business". "And Lyn Visser! - wow!"
"He's no 'John'," I said, bringing up the man who I've shared my wife knowingly with just last week.
"Or 'Lane'," she smiled, looking at the modelling pictures Lyn had done soon after the Olympics. Both he and Tess were Olympic athletes, while John and Lane were younger and had built more muscle. "I'm warming up, literally, to this."
"There's a note," I said, pointing to a handwritten card with a flower in bloom on the front. "Read it to me please, I was in a rush when I skimmed through the details."
"Dearest Melanie," my wife smiled, reading. "Lyn and I are overjoyed to have this opportunity to meet you ahead of a marvelous week we have planned for you and Donnie at our villa in the Swiss Alps."
"Your smile shows you approve!" I said.
"I'm just nervous as shit, I mean what are we to them?" Mel said, looking back down at the note. "We have dinner reservations this Friday, that's tonight, at 'Charlie's on the River' and aim to treat you and your husband to a great dinner, and some time to spend strolling through your fine city. I hear there's a nice farmer's market Saturday morning and a local art dealer is showing on Sunday. We'll talk details tonight and we look forward to getting to know you better."
"With Great Anticipation - Tess."
"I met Lyn and Tess at an investor's luncheon. They're big into the festival. I'm the US Logistics Lead and Content consultant," I said. I hadn't broken it to Mel that it was a BDSM festival, although she knew we were traveling in a month to something in France. "They were interested in me; a lot more so after seeing pictures of you."
"That can't be right," she said modestly, her brown hair had highlighted while on vacation, her skin smooth and creamy visible around her tank top, breasts swaying as she thought about what this was going to lead into. "What if I can't? It's been a lot and Miles..."
"Your Mom is already set up for this weekend, and for our trip with them," I said. Our lifestyle has moved from teaching couples in a small town, to jet-setting Iowans in a couple of weeks. I had already left my job and Mr. Donnovan, Walter, was going to have something for me to work with Mel towards, in the plans for the company after our trip with the Vissers.
"You're never home as it is, living in Des Moines. Your attention was on work a lot this past week," she said.
"I have to remind you I've made double this summer what I earned at my old teaching job last year." I moved to kiss my wife, wanting to slide into her pants, but knowing we had a long weekend ahead and honestly, I didn't know what to expect.
She slid away from me, went to tend to Miles and so I went to the car for some privacy calling on my company phone to check in with Walter.
"I was impressed with how well you kept up with things during your vacation," Mr. Donnovan said.
"You know I didn't want to go."
"Donnie, you have to be a father and husband first. Your ambition is getting you ahead of the objective."
"I've missed you."
"You miss being controlled; that's your thing really, at the root. Lyn and Tess Visser are in for a treat with you two."
"Do you have Mel's position figured out. She thinks she's got until August 1st to resign, when I approached her on this topic."
"She can quit whenever; it's not a big deal. I've got to get approval and find something her resume fits. Be patient. Be present this weekend with your wife and the Vissers. We've got the others, because if this works out, you two will be the next high-end couple, her position with the company will be moot and you two will rise fast."
"Yes, Sir."
*****
"My God, Tess is more beautiful in person," Mel whispered, her hand on my arm, walking in heels, her jet-black dress showing off her tan and her long legs, and with her cleavage plummeting between her braless breasts.
Tess Visser wore the shit out of a floral-patterned dress, her breasts large and firm, cleavage higher, propped up with a nice bra. She had straight, shoulder length hair with some bangs. She had somewhat Scandinavian features and was taller than Mel and had a sleek torso pushing her towards six feet tall.
She waved and my heart stopped, looking at Mel who gave a dainty one back. Lyn stepped from behind her, his 6'4" frame carved into his suit. While I was feeling good about my fitness and stature, he made me feel small even at 6'2". My grey suit was muted compared to his more expensive black one.
"Oh...they're coming over," Mel squeezed my arm. I couldn't believe how my wife was being, her apprehension giddy even after being with other men and women last weekend.
"Tess Visser!" Her voice was as strong and confident as her look, leg showing in the split of her knee length skirt, offering her hand to Mel.
"Lyn," he reached his hand out to me. We both shook our gender equal then shook the other's hand. "Our table's ready."
"Mel, care to join me in the restroom?" Tess said, separating us immediately. "Uh, yeah, sure," she said.
"We'll meet you at the table," Lyn said, this was obviously part of their methods, subtle, but affirming dominance and Tess controlling the narrative with Mel from the start.
"How often do you work out?" Lyn asked as we walked toward the lobby bar. "It's very apparent, and I thought that when we met weeks ago."
"You can tell even under this suit?" I asked, his affirmation putting me immediately at ease and I began talking about the facilities at work and home and my daily routine. Finished, I complimented him, trying not to make it sound obligatory, and he talked about his backing off some, but needing the "pump" at least 3-4 times a week.
"What are you boys talking about?" Tess asked, her hand on my shoulder, Mel close behind.
"Shit, Donnie. She's met Bono!" Mel said eagerly, almost drunkenly, but she hadn't had a sip. "Tess is a teacher, and...well."
Mel noticed how loud she had become, and that Lyn and I were just staring at her.
"Bono, huh?" I asked and turned to Tess. "What would you ladies like to drink."
We ordered the drinks and broke off to a table in the lobby; Lyn slid next to Mel and I sat next to Tess. I caught Mel looking over at me and I shrugged.
"It's going to be three dates this weekend," Tess said, knowing I was more comfortable with this situation. "We're all adults here; Lyn loves to take it as slow as necessary."
"What's Bono like in person? Is he as deep and philosophical?" I said, wanting to be more a part of this instead of a knowing participant.
"Arrogant at first, then just a man afterwards," she said, then smiled. "His eyes were where yours are right now."
I looked up from her cleavage, the heaving mounds of perfect flesh against the floral print were intoxicating.
I smiled, and she gave me an accepting, but not pleased, look.
"Dinner reservations are in five, we should go," Lyn said, standing up, getting the same glare that Tess gave me, who's smile then erupted for Mel.
We walked with our date, Mel behind us with Lyn who was chortling about his yacht in the Mediterranean. I looked at Tess who overheard them and rolled her eyes some.
"I love my husband, but he's all about 'things'," she said, her hand slipping into mine. "I'm very interesting to hear what makes you tick."
***
Date #1 - Friday Night (Donnie's POV)
"Sit," Tess said, motioning me to my chair at our table. The server raising an eyebrow; Tess looked at him with a glare.
I settled into my chair; we reordered drinks and I stared at her.
"That was abrupt, Tess!" I said, her tongue moving in her mouth. She looked like a mother who had just caught her child breaking a rule.
"Master Donnovan has given me 'Carte Blanche' as your dominant for this swap," she said referring to my boss/lover/Master (and the training I received in "Mel and Donnie Ch. 03 - Submission").
"This swapping transaction is for my slave husband who likes a less, shall we say, painful, more vanilla, weekend every now and again. While he likes possessions, he's my possession now and forever."
"I see, Mistress," I said, bowing my head. "No disrespect intended. I wondered..."
"Why are you talking?" she said. The server returned with our bottle of wine having heard a little of the end of the conversation, looking at me again. My eyes met his then went down, as he poured Tess a sample to approve. "Very good, thank you."
I waited. In public I was taught to act normally when submitting to someone. I reached for the glass, looked up at Tess and she made a motion for a toast.
"To discovering boundaries this weekend!" she said as we clinked glasses, I was silent.
I looked across the dining room at Tess and Lyn. She had a broad smile and looked to be enjoying herself right out of the shoot. A five-piece ensemble started playing and Tess looked over at her husband and Mel, then back at me.
"He'll have her dancing before the night's over. It's why we picked this place, it's his move," Tess said, noticing now I was intent on waiting her out.
"For Fuck's Sake. You have my permission to talk and act freely!"
"Yes Mistress, thank you," I said, hoisting my glass. "You look stunning tonight."
She smiled, nodded and took a hearty sip after I had refilled her glass.
"Tell me about your guilt," she said, knowing I was doing this partly to bring Mel into the circle of 'client driven sex for profit' and partly to cover up my string of infidelities.
"It's disembodied, and walks with me, beside me," I said, trying to raise the level of the conversation. "My guilt will talk to me, tell me what a poor husband, father and person I am."
"Pulling her towards you helps with your guilt?" she asked.
