Uncovering Repressed Desires

Donnie and Mel continue their weekend swap with Lyn and Tess

Thanks to

JacobRiley49 for editing

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I woke at 6 a.m., went for a run and was showered by 8 a.m. Tess told me to meet them for breakfast at 9 a.m. so I watched my wife sleep, sitting quietly on the bed in boxers and a t-shirt, not wanting her to see my marks.

I laughed to myself; this could be the last time I worried about what Mel thought about something sexual I had done without her. I had shared her successfully three times now, and Lyn was going to introduce some light BDSM today. We had come a long way.

I tapped her shoulder and let her stir for a moment. She was so beautiful and I figured she was going to get Lyn's cock today, though she didn't say, or tell me what happened last night.

Mel turned, her eyes sleepy and looked at me.

"He's amazing, Donnie..." she said and let the words hang. I just looked at her face, understanding the long game here, trying to be in the present. "I bet Tess is amazing as well."

I nodded 'yes.' We had meetups this morning and it wasn't the time nor the place for long conversations about their experiences. It would corrupt the progress being made this weekend, which was supposed to be introductory, however the vibe last night was it was more than simple greeting dates.

"He said 9 a.m., what time is...??"

"You're good, you have an hour.""MMmmm...Why are..."

"Shhh, we have a long day. Where is he taking you?

Mel had gotten up and was standing facing me, showing small bruises on her hips, so maybe they had done it; her body still beautiful and naked as she walked to the bathroom doorway and turned to answer.

"Farmers market, and then a park."

"Sun dress?"

"Yes, and you're..."

"We're hitting the art museum, a couple of galleries and then a local hangout she's familiar with, apparently."

I wasn't going to tell her about the BDSM side of Tess, and that it was a friend's dungeon that I'd been dying to go to since my training a month ago. Mistress Tess was a tough but tender Mistress who I'm sure was going to punish me for cumming when she told me not to last night.

I got a polo and shorts, my golf course uniform that I wear for Mr. Donnovan's course, while Mel showered. I remembered the cool sting of the whips, the hard thud of the paddle, my cock stirred and was hard, it helped looking in at my wife in the bathroom

She dried her hair and body and slipped on a sun dress, but no underwear.

"Beautiful," I said, sure that Lyn was going to fuck her today and/or tonight. Her nipples were hard against the fabric while doing her hair and she smiled at me leering at her as she walked into the bedroom.

"This is a room swap as well, correct?" Mel said, touching my arm.

"Correct."

"You were what I needed last night," Mel commented and then kissed me, and with that we headed to breakfast. "His cock is magnificent."

We left the room, not wanting to be late, my mind thinking how utterly ridiculous Mel's last two statements were. Her telling me I was 'what she needed last night' and then Lyn's cock 'is magnificent. My cock swelled thinking of her handling it, sucking it, swallowing it and emptying into her throat.

"Good morning!" Tess Visser said, giving Mel a big hug. "I take it you both slept well?"

I nodded and smiled, Tess looked down and saw my bulge all ready, and grinned.

Mel separated from Tess and then went and hugged Lyn.

"Yes, I slept very well," she held his arm, looking up into his eyes, then turning back catching mine and back to Tess.

"Like a baby," I said, not moving, not sure what my Mistress wanted from me today, hoping she liked my morning erection.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat," Tess said, and we went to the hotel restaurant, a five star, 'well thought of' culinary spot.

We ordered off the menu and listened to Tess and Lyn talk about their travels and places they'd been. They compared Des Moines to Cordoba, Spain since it was so hot right now. They talked of their villa in the alps where we were to go spend and week with them in eight days' time.

"I can picture us on our deck, the mountains the only thing in our vision," Lyn said, his hand rubbing Mel's thigh under the table. "It is our sanctuary."

"We have been to Des Moines a half-dozen times. Donnie, you will meet my friend Jasmine this afternoon and her husband Cleo." Tess sipped her mimosa before continuing. "Melanie, you need to show Lyn the farmers market, we've only been to it once before, and then Grey's Lake has a summer 'flea market' of sorts around the two-mile walking path."

"I believe it's three and more if you extend across Fleur," my wife corrected my mistress, getting a bit of a frown from Tess.

We finished and Lyn and Mel left leaving Tess still sitting up straight and rigid, watching them leave, then turning to me.

"She will feel the end of my crop one day!" she sipped again on her drink. "Mistress Jasmine owns you, correct?"

"Yes, I was hoping that's who you meant," I said confidently, having been to one of The "Des Moines Society of Social Submissives and Dominants (DMSSD)" events with Mistress Jasmine coming away as my lead Mistress.

"She's aware of our, um, situation and has given me co-ownership for today," Tess set the glass down. "Let's go, we're due at the gallery."

I was confused, thinking it was too early. It didn't open for a couple hours AND we were going to do a museum first. I rolled with it having heard my initial Mistress' name making it apparent that I was not in control at this point.

"He's going to fuck her today, Urchin!" Tess said, looking straight ahead, talking about Lyn and Mel. I didn't react, wasn't surprised to hear this as humiliation or just fact.

"And when were you going to tell me she'd been with two other men, that the innocence has been fucked out of her, huh?"

"My apologies, Mistress."

She stopped, turned to me and we were face to face.

"To think I let that little dick penetrate me and afterwards I find out my husband's toy has been shared with your gay lover. We have a change of plans!"

My gay lover?

I thought about who that could be. I mean there's my clients, but only Walter and James I'd consider my 'lovers.'

She turned and started walking, I fell in behind her, keeping the proper distance knowing I was going to pay for me and my wife's transgressions against Mistress Tess and her pet Lyn. We were supposed to be somewhat vanilla; I now wondered how much this would affect it all.

It was a pleasant three block walk on a perfect summer morning; It was going to get hot. I admired Tess's backside, a perfect apple bottom in black slacks, with dark jacket, no bra, no shirt. Her face had a red base to the rouge on her cheeks and dark eyes. There's no way an ordinary woman could pull that off, but this woman could pull off a burlap sack if the material conformed to her body.

We were in an area of Des Moines known for hosting things like art exhibitions, gallery walks and high-priced fundraisers. Through the glass windows I saw a gathering of people getting ready. It was 10:15 a.m.: I found it odd we were there early ahead of the 11 a.m. opening.

I could smell the seared meat, and pasta that hung in the air as we entered even though I wasn't hungry having just had brunch. The servers were getting ready to take it out one course at a time, finger food with a high brow look and taste, I was sure.

"This way," she said, taking my hand and going through a couple of swinging doors, towards a hallway of doors, looking like a small conference centre.

She dragged me into a room labelled #5. There were several things hung up; a bag that she started to unzip. Out came leather, studded things, non-descriptive cloth and clothing.

"Get naked, Urchin!"

She startled me, and I slipped out of my shorts and boxers, boat shoes, polo shirt and finally my t-shirt.

First, she handed me a leather thong, with a pouch in front for my cock and balls. I slid it on, then without warning she snapped two clips on my nipples, joined with a chain.

"Ohh!" I said, though the pain wasn't as hard as I had anticipated.

"More for show than anything," she said, as I didn't react much; they were just there!

Over my head and body went a t-shirt, black, tight against my body, leaving about two inches above the top of the thong, showing my belly button.

She then put a hood over my head and a ball gag over the hood and my mouth. I could breathe through my nose and a little through my mouth.

"In case you're wondering 'what the hell'? You are one of the art exhibits. I will pose you and come around and adjust your body as well as take articles of clothing off as the morning and afternoon go on." she said. "The last part of the show is being sponsored by the DMSSSD, and we will auction off the art and their artist who will both join some lucky winner for evening."

I got hard immediately stretching the thong.

"You like that idea I see..."

Tess led me out of the room, I was totally reliant upon her. We approached the gallery from where I could hear the crowd. There was a smattering of applause when she came in with me. We stopped and I was positioned, then I felt padded cuffs put on my wrists, in front of my body and clipped to a chain.

"I want you to move slowly throughout the afternoon exploring your space, you are a living piece of art, use your hands and bare feet, be meticulous. Then I may have you pose frozen, adjusting you to my liking, with less clothes of course."

I mainly walked slowly blindly along the north and east edge of the expansive display, feeling the cool tile floor, and finding several rugs. I walked like you do in a hotel late at night, shades drawn with no light, shuffling feet.

Occasionally I must have gotten close to the patrons, a sizable crowd judging from the amount of conversation, and they would comment or I might surprise them. I heard a woman giggle, "Oh my! He's a live one!"

I found there was a couch, and what felt like a small pommel horse like in gymnastics. I began to move to the slow, droning music that filled the room with a jazz funeral vibe. I played with different positions, sitting, standing, laying even draping myself over the edge of the couch.

Time seemed like it had stopped.

I was trapped in an unknown role, not knowing what to expect, then a man approached me and said he was taking me to the break room, undoing me from the chain, keeping my cuffs on, leading me to it and taking off my gag and hood.

"You are so fucking sexy out there, babe," he said, then ran his hand over my crotch area. "I hope my Master bids on you and we get to experience your art."

I smiled. He showed me the drinks and food and where the bathroom was, leaving the cuffs on my hands. I had been with clients and others at training events, but I was still amazed with myself on how comfortable I was with him touching my cock over my thong.

"See you in 15."

I nibbled on some cookies, and an apple then drank some water.

He returned with a smaller man, quite effeminate, cute with a mess shirt on. He smiled, walking over to me and he kissed me on the cheek before putting the hood and gag back on, and leading me back out to wherever it was we were set up.

I focused on the other side of our piece, where I found high bar stools and a bar. I sat against it, leaned against it, bellied up to it. My motions were consistent, robotic; I rattled the chain.

Another break came, the same young man escorted me to the same place, this time un cuffing me and having me take off my shirt. He ran his hands over my bare chest, so I played along, his hands felt softer than my wife's. He squealed in delight when I leant in and kissed him on the lips, thanking him for caring for me.

I did catch a glimpse of the time; it was 3 p.m. and the "showing" ended at 4 p.m., then there was an "auction" until 5 p.m. I finished a drink and he hooded and gagged me again, walking out and clipping me to the chain.

"You will be asked to be available for inspection," he said, knowing I knew what that meant, his hand brushed over my arse, pressing his fingers into my cheeks.

For the next hour I was confronted by a dozen people, each having me stand at attention before running their style of inspection through me. Most just had me bend forward, then ran their hand over my body, over the thong, and sometimes inside. I had gotten erect on the first one and subsequent Dommes felt the cool precum leaking from my cock, reinvigorating my hardness.

Abruptly it stopped.

I heard what sounded like garage doors shutting and it became a lot quieter. Then I heard a man at the far end of the facility talking in an auctioneer style. There were bids being made and talking about the piece and its artist.

Eventually the piece was "sold" to the highest bidder and a new one was described. It sounded like there were multiple displays like the one I was, guessing there was other art displayed around me, the couch and the pommel horse.

This went on and the bidding got closer and closer, some taking a short time when a large sum was bid, some longer with the back and forth of increased bids. I started hearing numbers in the thousands and tens of thousands.

The crowd shuffled in my direction and I felt Mistress's hand on my thong sliding it down. There were no words to describe the erection I was showing, not seeing the masses, my full body on display for what felt like hundreds of people.

"Mistress Tess, artist, and her Urchin, Donnie, and the artist's rendering is titled "No Strings." Can we start the bidding at 12 hundred dollars."

"Twelve hundred!" a woman exclaimed.

"Thirteen!" two men said, enthusiastically.

There was a brief lull and then a third, single male that sounded like my escort, joined the bidding at thirteen-five.

"Two thousand dollars!" the woman exclaimed, stopping the other bidders.

"Going once, twice, sold! Two thousand dollars to Mistress Jasmine.

My heart leapt with joy; my Mistress bought me!

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Date #2 (Mel's POV)

Donnie and I had frequented the farmers market in Des Moines a couple of times during the summer before Miles. It was during that awkward post-honeymoon phase of our marriage where the sex was still hot. The implication of sex afterwards, thinking of it while we got vegetables and bread, before going out for brunch, driving home and not making it romantic at all, just a nod and then a fast walk upstairs, and fucking.

It was hot in its carnal form and now I felt that way walking with another man, having more visceral anticipation, wanting to feel his long, velvety flesh sliding inside my cunt instead of my throat.

Lyn held my hand and I squeezed his larger fingers that engulfed mine. He had no idea the demented, wanton thoughts I was having churning the juices in my pussy.

I felt alive.

I felt the warm summer breeze up my skirt and against the wetness of my unprotected cunt, no underwear to be found on THIS young mother out with her husband approved boy toy. My sundress was cut perfectly on my body, sunflower pattern, cleavage, soft fabric, sandals. He wore tight fitting shorts that were long on his thigh and a t-shirt that showed off his defined body.

I felt that I was in command. I led the exchange of stories about the night before talking about how our night had finished with our spouses.

"I wanted you so badly, but his cock felt so good and I came hard," I whispered into his ear as he bought me some flowers.

The sun showed his age some, the skin on his face with handsome wrinkles, weather worn from his outdoorsman lifestyle. He handed me the flowers, kissing me after the comments about my husband driving me to orgasm.

"You are so naughty," he laughed, squeezing my arse.

I couldn't believe we were here, that I was here, that Donnie was off doing God knows what, and that my pussy was wet from the minute we met back up with Tess and Lyn. There was music at the corner that we danced to; there was wine tasting; there was his hand running up the back of my thigh, brushing my taint and tiny hole.

It was all magically erotic.

"How many years have you been married," I asked, trying to imagine what it was like to be joined with this man through eternity.

"25, this December."

"Tess is a lucky woman; how long have you been swapping partners." My smile wide, looking into his eyes, wondering how many women he's charmed like this, cast his spell, and taken theirs.

"Since before we were married actually, it's how we met with a group of us."

"Olympics?"

"Before that, but being with her, our understanding, it made the athlete's village a fun time."

"I told you last night, you're not my first."

"Second, right?" He said smiling.

"Third, actually fourth...forgot about the neighbor who almost knocked me up last month."

I pushed into him and gave him a long, deep kiss.

"Let's find some MORE wine to sample and get a few bottles for the picnic you promised me."

"Yes, yes." Lyn said stroking my cheek with his hand, kissing me, backing away for a second. "Your husband said you were hesitant about meeting us."

"That's fair," I said, then deflected, not wanting to back pedal, fearing my hesitancy peeking out from my subconscious. "So, you know about John."

"The pilot, yes."

"And Lane."

"Might have been covered."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not at all, Melanie. We all have our backgrounds, our experiences. We have decades of experimentation, you have weeks."

I smiled, ducked my head into my hands, almost cried...he gets me...!

We finally found a place giving dry wine samples, neither of us having an affinity for the sweeter wines. We both wore wedding rings so Lyn and I did a little role play with those pouring, who were asking where we were from, and if we'd been out to the vineyard.

"Do you have a BnB? I mean the one vineyard in Iowa we stayed at, baby, you were into me all day and all night," I said, my cunt wetting wishing it was so right now.

"It was a BnB, but we did it all over the vineyard outside, and who could blame me it was our first weekend alone without the baby."

The attendants didn't know what to say, just smiled as we bought three bottles. The rest of the time we just took it all in, people watching, a dutch letter or two. We were going to fuck today whether it was on his docket or not! I ran my hand over his package three or four times, grabbing his areas, kissing his neck.

I wanted him inside me, but not in a hurried way. My eyes, mouth and body language screaming "FUCK ME!" hoping the Grey's Lake event would provide places we could sneak away. My desire wanted him to crash into me, semi-public, where someone may see us or hear me climax to him pounding me relentlessly.

We walked, looking around, for a spot that was enclosed on at least three sides, not finding many options, AND it was busy.

"I've got an idea," he said, sensing my disappointment, my hand over his crotch, pulling at his shorts. "We'll finish this lap around the lake and I've got a 'Plan B.'"

It was late in the morning when we finally slipped away from the hustle and bustle, the dogs, children and other married couples. I wanted him now, but it allowed for the feeling that we were one of the married couples. We were, with the approval of my husband and the approval of his wife, married through ideals, in an existential way, on display for the world to see.

We came up upon the car.

"Mmfftt"

The wine was set down and had his mouth over mine, we were kissing outside the car, his cock pressed against my clit through three layers of fabric.

I wanted him so bad.