Previously on Uncovering Repressed Desires Ch. 3: (Story set in the late 90s)
- Donnie fucks wife's mouth and arse as directed by Mr. Donovan, stems tide on resentment felt in marriage with Mel.
- He dreams of Mr. Donovan's assistant as they prepare elaborate "summer job" to bring Donnie to the city 6-8 times a month or more.
- Meet new neighbors after they seen Mel pleasing Donnie in the kitchen, they return the favor in from behind show against the counter.
Donnie woke that Monday morning, summer vacation for the high school science teacher started with some sort of run or workout, with a three mile jog or weights at the school weight room. He took up jogging in his 30s doing his first 5k soon after and getting Mel used to a routine that saw them running 6-12 miles a week. His meet up with Mr. Donovan had him feeling a little soft around the middle as the man who took him passionately was in his 60s, had little body fat and a toned physique.
He went without his cassette walkman as he had a lots to think about, reflecting on the good sex Mr. Donovan coached him to have with Mel. It made sense to Donnie that it was in his male lover's best interest not to have things for Donnie blow up at home, and it was Donnie's intense desire to please him that spurred on his aggression with his wife. Donnie was conflicted as he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards his wife for deep throating him and taking him in the arse and he was excited about his new play partner.
Donnie returned from the run and went through some body weight exercises in the garage, doing some lunges, push-ups, squats and crunches before going inside to stretch. Mel was sitting at the table reading the letter he purposefully left out for her so that there was no confusion as to where he was going Thursday and how he was going to spend his summer.
"Honey, you didn't tell me you would be making $1500 a week!" Mel said getting up, holding the letter, shirt on her shoulder braless, panties and long legs jetting from the shirt. He loved her simple sense of nightwear as she reached up throwing her arms around his neck. "We're going to be able to get rid of most of our debt."
They kissed, Donnie flashing back to fucking her arse last night, the last of several first they had experienced that last couple nights together at the direction of Mr. Donovan. He was glad his diversion was going to move them forward on their "five year plan" almost three or four years to the point of planning for their new home and thinking of the second child.
"You were amazing last night," she whispered into his ear before kissing his neck, his cock rising up into her. "I never thought I would have ever enjoyed THAT, but the morning discomfort was worth last night's pleasure."
She slid off of him, patting his rising cock giggling as she headed for coffee. Donnie remembered the Hankin's, newly met last night after two months of being wave at you neighbors. He relived in his mind watching them fuck against the counter, Mel in his lap, precursor to their mensural alternative arse entry and them promising a get together.
"It won't be too awkward having the neighbors over Friday night, will it Mel?" Donnie asked, baiting her to respond sexually.
"We'll have common things to talk about, like 'say were you purposefully that loud just for us," She said giggling again. Donnie always loved the flirty, no stress version of Mel and sprinted up the stairs upon hearing Miles, their 7 month old stirring from sleep. Just over a day ago he was resenting this life, but the inspired sex had brought him back to almost a newlywed feel, even as the cause of a lot of stress woke in the middle of their rekindling.
Donnie changed and fed Miles while Mel enjoyed her summer routine, an educational consultant with a similar schedule to his teacher summers. She sat on the back porch, sun heating a little, sipping her coffee and reading a book from the library. He tried to let her have this moment every day, though before he almost dreaded giving up computer time.
He bounced Miles on his knee checking his AOL account email, archiving important ones in a folder called "Fantasy baseball" covering his tracks in case Mel ever gets the urge to go through his things. They both had separate email accounts, though "marriage experts" cautioned against this practice one article stating "The cloak of privacy between couples could lead to infidelity on many levels." He was always careful to delete searches and clear chat history as "Bi male 4 cock" chats would definitely cause an issue if Mel ever stumbled upon them.
James had begun to send him nothing but official looking emails recounting their plans already set for Thursday. "Report to the clubhouse at Crestwood Hills G & CC ready to tee off at 9 a.m." followed by the rules of the course for attire and who was golfing with them. Charles Cuttier, general manager of Cuttier Gas and Grub a popular convience store chain in Iowa jumped off the page at Donnie and Kurt Bottenberg, retired.
The next paragraph simply stated that after golf and lunch he'd have a origination meeting with staff at Crestwood Hills G & CC before finishing downtown with a 3 p.m. meeting with Mr. Donovan. Donnie printed the email to add to the "transparency" around the job with Mel and set it down on the breakfast island pass through separating the kitchen and dining area.
The back door swung open just as he set Miles amongst the toys they had arranged on a blanket in the dinning room, her bare legs catching a little of the sun. He nodded to the island where the letter was and waited for the expected reaction, further gaining equity in carving time out for this profitable and enjoyable new phase of Donnie's life.
"Charles Cuttier?!" she exclaimed, reading on into the letter. "This Donovan guy's pretty connected."
Before they could chat more Miles saw Mel and reached up to be coddled by his mother and the couple's moment hit the blackhole of attention sucking that parenthood becomes. Mel quit being a wife for the day and was immediately in full mother mode. Donnie showered and went out to clean his clubs, car and get ready for the Thursday meeting, even though it was only Monday.
That night the dream returned.
After Mel and Miles went to sleep, Donnie went online and found James and they began to chat. First it was all about the meeting and how to act, and James told him to trust himself but talk to these men only when they talk to him. Donnie had poured a glass of bourbon for himself and as the effects of the strong drink took hold he began to "chat" personally with James.
Donnie's move with guys online was to take a conversation 90 degrees off into a thoughtful, but sexually charged direction. James had just finished discussing possible duties he have "working" for the course when Donnie typed...
"You're a good looking man, James. I'm assuming you and Mr. Donovan have been down path similar to the one I'm on now."
The bubbles that appeared as he typed come up immediately, stirring Donnie's cock awaiting the response. He stroked himself lightly, resigned to not masturbate now that he needs his capacity to stay elevated.
"First off, thank you Donnie. I find you endearing as well as attractive and yes Mr. Donovan and I have shared a great deal and continue to do so to this day."
Donnie wasn't surprised at the response and put the focus clearly on James. "I sense your attraction to me and it's reciprocated back kind Sir." Donnie said assimilating Jame's British cadence in written text as well as spoken. "May I ask your length compared to our shared boss?"
"7"" James typed back quickly. "It's a fine ride, not as thick as Mr. Ds and a degree shorter. I like the look of yours, the glimpses I've been able to catch and I do feel you."
Donnie almost went further, but knew he'd have a chance someday to share what he was thinking live, and in person. He'd promised himself not only to refrain from cumming during chats but to get to bed earlier with Mel. He said "goodnight" to James, cleared all his tracks and went upstairs.
His wife was hard asleep as he slipped under the covers and thought about everything until sleep came. He hadn't thought about it much before, but the dream began again with the circle of men returned, naked from the waist down, cocks out and moving towards him. This time he felt them, one pressing his lips before slipping inside of them, it was a big powerful man, his hands on his ears. Donnie saw himself naked now, a new twist to the dream as a second cock pressed against his ear.
The third competed with the bigger man's cock against his cheek and slid against the length of his shaft, before Donnie had both in his mouth. He panicked a little, looking around to see James just watching in the foreground, grinning and looking down at his hard cock as the fourth man moved to his backside. Donnie reached up to the cock pressed to his ear and held it in his hand, he felt it's length, a great length, glad he wasn't positioned behind him.
The fog of his dream state held this moment for a long time, two cocks in his mouth, one in his hand and a man pressing a cock up against his back as he knelt. He felt warmth and comfort, the eyes of James approving at his actions, the velvety softness Donnie had just learned he so craved, dating back to a college experience, brought to life on a weekend pass. He held tight and stroked the man as this settled for quite some time.
He stirred, almost waking, rolling over on his dream induced hard on providing both conscious discomfort and stimulation for the dream. Donnie rolled some in the group of men, his backside now presented to the man, who's cock was in his back and he lost sight of James. The men competing for his mouth got aggressive each trying to push into his front cavity, both going an impossible depth, but the dream state sensation was that of the head of a cock penetrating Donnie hard, fast and deep.