**Donnie and Mel's stories collide here, both exploring their bisexual sides, polyamorous sides.
**The story will move from third person, to Mel's voice to Donnie's voice, etc.
**Mel as just met Mr. Donnovan and James after a meet up with Kandy
***Third person***
Mel was hoping they might head to a local music place, her morning and afternoon activities made her eager for cock. Some relaxing evening fun then hard sex would be just the thing to satisfy her cravings. Mel knew he stayed overnight, so she assumed he should be eager for relaxation then a good romp.
"What was the party like?," She said to her husband Donnie who worked for Donnovan, LLC as a summer intern. Mel turned to him, letting him see her cleavage, giving him a naughty grin. "What did they have you doing?"
"Oh, basically just bartending or running food when the kitchen got backed up," He responded, going with Mr. Donnovan's cover. "We kept really busy and then we cleaned up and tore down the dinning room for the dance."
Mel looked out the window, trying to picture her husband doing grunt work and now they had an envelop of $10,000 to retain him five days a week? She didn't care the moment Mr. Donnovan plopped the cash down, but her mind was wondering about how his value was so high all of a sudden.
"The rest of the night they had me working on their work servers," Donnie added, knowing the IT part of the job sounded like it was worth more than just minimum wage type tasks. "They were all fucked up, took me until 2 a.m. to get them straight. How was your morning?"
"Just peachy," Mel said, drifting to the nirvana that was Kandy's mouth on your pussy. "The talents she has, oh I wish you could experience those."
"You had coffee?" Donnie said curiously.
"And a massage," Mel said, not aware she gave her ethereal thoughts words. "Oh, did I leave that out?"
"Does she take appointments?" Donnie teased. "Maybe I should try her out, I've been a little stiff lately."
Melanie spent the morning and early afternoon with Kandy, naked, ingesting two different drinks that allowed her body to feel more intensely before mind altering hallucinations and then orgasming like she'd never in her life.
"I think she's all booked up," Mel teased and leant into his shoulder, putting her hand on his knee. "Stiff lately, huh?"
Donnie was a little freaked out, having just deposited a load into James mouth, Mr. Donnovan's assistant/boyfriend, and had a night where he came three times. Mel had blown him several times coming home like this and his worry definitely deflated that chance.
"What made the massage so good?" Donnie asked trying to divert from sex. She pulled her hand back and retreated, her mind back to Kandy, her legs up on the seat holding her knees. Mel's eyes looked out into the distance.
"She knew how to play my body like a pianist plays a piano," she waxed somewhat poetically. "There were places she touched that sent me to other realms."
Donnie didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to bring the conversation back to himself nor did he want to dig into whatever this was he had unearthed. There was more there than just coffee and a massage here he thought and while that intrigued him, it scared him a little.
Mel curled up and was distant all of a sudden so he just drove.
They got home and he was spent. Over the course of two days he took eight different cocks one way or another, or one way AND another. He came four times and sleep was all he needed. They had picked up Miles so he let Mel tend to him while he went to bed and it was only 8:00 p.m.
*** Mel's Voice***
"Yeah, Miles," I said to our son. "Daddy went to sleep and it's just you and me."
I had been done nursing for quite a while, but I liked to hold him and give him his last bottle in the same position rocking on in the chair my folks bought us. Donnie had locked up the $10,000 and went straight to bed, no matter I thought, I have my baby. Miles eyes got soft, he must have been worn out from being at a daycare so long.
He finished the bottle and got sleepy, so I walked him upstairs and put him in his crib, just a room away from my sleeping husband. I walked into the bedroom, part of me wanted to slide in behind Donnie, reach for his cock and wake him up like I had earlier in the week where. I stood beside the bed, hoping he'd wake up as the manner in which Kandy turned me out, had me wanting a cock inside so badly.
I walked down the stairs, wondering what I could do to satisfy a true craving for cock. Masturbation didn't sound satisfying. The evening was still light as it was the longest part of the summer mid-June. It was 8:30 pm and there was still sunshine so I poured a glass of wine and went out back to our little deck, a walnut tree growing out from it's edge.
I saw movement next door. Ruthie, my love, and Jerry were generally up and about. I looked over at the fire pit where we were, recently, we were all naked and sharing fluids. I thought about their boasting of swapping with another couple in town and I thought of Jerry's cock. Donnie and I had shared it, a nice, an inch or so longer version compared to my husbands.
Jerry appeared from the garage, shirtless as the evening heat was still present. I waved and motioned for him to come over. In an instant my subconscious had concluded that since we've shared, that they share, it was time for me to share.
"Hey good lookin''" Jerry said in a folksy tone that would normally cool my jets but couldn't put me off tonight.
"Back at you," I said, leaning into my chair and crossing my legs. I could smell his sweat and I hoped he could smell my sex, still swollen from Kandy's lips pressed on the folds, my gyrating into her face and her crotch. "You look all hot and bothered."
"Oh I finished mowing and have been tinkering in the garage," he said looking down my shirt, my eyes diverting to my cleavage and up to him, an evil grin spread across my face. He knew right then what I was thinking and I stood up beside him, placing my wine glass on the deck.
"Mmmmm," I said and put my hands on his chest. "Sweat and dirt really turn me on."
I moved them down, pressing into his skin to his the waistband of his shorts. I curled my fingers around the sides and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as I did the same to my own, my swollen lips pulsing in the warm night air, emitting the most fragrant pheromones.
I spun around and spread my legs and reached down to my ankles. My cheeks pulled themselves apart and I felt his hands on the orbs for my flesh. He didn't hesitate, moving his face to my backside, putting his lips on my pussy, taint and hole.
"Oh, Jerry, baby...." I cooed and pushed back into his tongue, wherever it explored. "Fuck me, baby."
"Oh, I'm fucking your sweet pussy," he said into my flesh with his mouth, then darting his tongue inside and out of what ached for cock. "Your taste is amazing."
He moved his face from my rear, standing up and laid his cock on the crease of my arse. He then let the head of it run across my hole before suspending it against my folds. He played with me, my desire, I began to crave him in that moment, needing satisfied.
"You want it Mel?" Jerry asked as if she didn't and we could turn back.
"What the fuck do you think??!! Oh yes..." I said a little too loud and half way through he pressed forward.
"Oh yeah," Jerry breathed as he slid into me inch by inch. "Fuck yes Mel."
I pushed back, the rush of sensation filling me as he penetrated the flesh that had been sucked and ripened all day. He plucked my fruit, ready and juicy on the vine. I reached up and found the tree, my hands pushing against the rough bark as he drove it deeper. The extra inch touched me and when he pulled back rubbed over my spot.
"Oh, Jesus," I said softly then he thrust forward with greater force. "Mother fucker!"
Kandy had tuned the piano. She tightened strings, and Jerry was playing me magnificently, pulling back and thrusting in different angles and directions. With more force and less force.
"Yes, Baby," I cooed as he angle going high to low finding my spot. I pushed into him more when he did this and soon he figured out that's where I wanted him. We were in harmony, a acclaimed performer working a new instrument to it's full peak.
He quickened and I knew he was getting close, my legs were weak and shuddering, my skin was alive and his hands touching me sent waves of pleasure over me, I climaxed, moaning his name, "Oh Jerry, Yes..."
"Do I need to pull out?" Jerry asked holding deep inside me. "I'm about there."
"No," I said, knowing I was close to my period and ovulation was done and done...most likely even though I had stopped the pill a week ago as we were trying for a second child. "Fill me baby, fill me."
He began thrusting into me again, high to low, hitting my spot and reached around to finger my clit as he shortened his pull back. He plunged his cock in deep and I felt the release, and fountain of warmth initiated deeper than I have had in over four years. My flesh welcomed it, my body melted into him and he released several long, deep shots.
He pulled out and I spun around, taking his wet rod into my mouth, cleaning him, tasting him and smelling my own stank, the vapors of sex heavy in the humidity. I look up, his eyes shut, his hands now in my hair. I just took the first male lover in five years since Donnie and it felt amazing.
I lingered around his genitals, even sucking on his sack, the receding shaft and then kissing him up his stomach, to his chest. I was surprised that he initiated a deep kiss, with his cum still on my lips and in my mouth.
"Let's not tell," he said. "If that's okay with you."