Mwm Bisexual Musings

Donnie 60 and Mel 53 are going through a transition from a struggling sex life to one that is on steroids.

This second chapter of MWM Bisexual Musings Ch. 08 is inspired by a recent trip we took and a man coming onto my wife in the workout room of a hotel.

After a gang bang of a night for Mel, and some cucking, Donnie and Mel are asked to say another night by Jamis.

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(Third Person)

Quick Decision, Admission and Prep

Donnie turned to the front desk, without asking Mel and added another night stating, "We are NOT checking out this morning."

"Text Jamis and let him know," Donnie continued and headed down the hall leaving his wife in the lobby, mouth agape.

Mel sensed something and got a couple coffees to follow him to the room. Upon entry he was sitting on the bed, head in his hands.

"Melanie I've never told you about my first man."

"First?"

He ignored her, she sat by him, handed him a coffee and listened while he talked about a good friend the summer before going to college coming out and Donnie coming onto him. This guy was in their wedding and came to visit occasionally in a heterosexual marriage (A whole other story)

"I knew he was endowed, and long story short, one night after many beers he let me suck him off."

"Let you?"

"I asked too. I was curious."

"And?"

"In ways he was the first, that was the first, I don't know actually. In other ways he was the first of thousands."

"Chat rooms? Or with him?"

Mel had caught Donnie stroking to the computer early in their marriage, in the days of AOL. She rubbed his back, felt he was doing something on occasions his sexual desire and overall attention had waned. She had caught him communicating, writing sexy emails with an old girlfriend, not so sure they didn't meet up, but small bumps in 30 years compared to things that their friends ended up divorcing for, comparatively.

"He and I, only a couple other times...golfing."

"I see. What about the thousands?"

"Chat rooms, emails, messenger, on video sites spanking watching each other."

Mel held back the urge to 'what if' him again. 'What about disease, what about getting caught', except her license to do that gone after taking five strangers down the hall in gang bang style last night.

"It's okay Donnie. Just tell me why we're staying, that's all."

"You said you watched several of them together and Jamis told me I could go down to their room..."

"You want to suck and fuck these men?"

"Yes."

Mel's cell phone rang. She had texted Jamis and his number popped up on the screen.

"Let me talk to my boi. Put me on speaker."

Mel clicked speaker and put it on the bed.

"I sent a link for you two to prep for tonight. I did everything not to rip your arsehole wide open yesterday Sweetness, but now we're getting there. You'll need some things, so be sure to buy a nice dress, one with easy access and go through the process I outlined at the end of the message. Be in the happy hour room right at 4 p.m."

"Yes Jamis." Mel said.

"Good. You'll remember us forever. BYEEE!"

They both read the message and understood. There was a Walmart close and they picked up two enemas, three different sized cucumbers, sesame seed oil, a blue floral print dress that went to just above the knee and a new set of panties.

We spent the afternoon getting ready.

*****

Happy Hour

(Mel's POV)

"And it was amazing, he started squirting white fluid," I told Jamis, we talked about our preparation with the cucumbers. "He said it felt like he was urinating."

"Um..Lenny, come over," Jamis said, the White man, who's cock I first sucked and who didn't like 'sloppy seconds' was showered, hair combed and smiling. "Lenny, this is Melanie or Mel."

"Hi I'm Lenny, foreman of this crew, it's good to meet you finally, well, to put a name with a face so to speak."

"Agreed. Likewise."

This felt normal. Though the man, whose hand I was shaking, walking outside onto the patio with had stuffed his cock in my throat and cunt less than 24 hours ago.

"What is it you guys build, or work on all day?"

"Bridges..." We sat in the sunlight, my dress showing off my breasts while hiding some of my curves. I felt much better about myself after yesterday, the men were looking, worshiping my shapes in the happy hour room, loving my giggling arse cheeks. Their hands rubbing my fullness while ordering our drinks, eyes in my cleavage.

"Are you married?" I asked seeing his ring.

"Indeed. We have an understanding obviously."

"Obviously," I giggled, HIS eyes on my cleavage.

"Jamis said you'd never, well..."

"Been with another man, been in a group, sucked so many dicks, rode that many cocks...yeah, all the things."

He laughed.

"Do you want do go somewhere more private?" he asked me leaning forward.

"I do."

There was a walking trail between four hotels, this on the outskirts of Indianapolis, It was used for conferences, housing workers, travelers and the group of hotels wanted some recreation.

Lenny stood up, held out his hand and together we started walking away from the hotel.

"I like your dress, easy access," he winked and we went down the trail.

It looked like a 1/2 mile loop that was built into some small groves of trees and down a hill. My stomach winced thinking about getting caught by a jogger, or another couple, heaven forbid a family.

We didn't talk, our formalities were done and I predicted the spot, a small pavilion that was equidistant from the hotels on the far edge. I was glad I wore flats, the walk was a 1/4 mile out, not far but not for hard shoes.

The pavilion faced a pond that faced the Interstate. You'd have to be looking to see what we were doing, Lenny sliding his hand around me waist, pulling me to him.

We kissed, only the small hispanic man kissed me, his breath fresh, not vape flavored, his body smelled nice. In a moment of crazed, carnal, remembrance I almost wanted the dirty, smelly version.

Almost...

"Mmmm," I moaned, our faced separated, my hands moving to rub his crotch.

Lenny's hands were on my breasts, looking me in the eyes while mashing them through the clothing, bra, hands pressing straight on. They loved me like a cock loves a pussy, fingers spread out, rubbing nipples through cloth. His eyes weren't violent like the night before, though I desired that version still.

"You are magnificent." Lenny said smiling, reaching down to undo the button on his jeans.

"YOU are magnificent." I repeated, my hand ready to hold the monster I took fast down my throat, then in my cunt.

I lowered, squatting on my ankles, waiting while he moved the cloth of his boxers out of the way, and finally it popped out.

"You can take your time, Sweetlips." He smiled, proud of his nickname for me.

"It will be 'Hot throat' by the time we're done." He nodded, since he was my teacher I felt it appropriate.

I could almost hold his cock with two hands, my fingers not touching, it's thickness impressive. I looked up swirled my tongue around the head, gently stroking. I let the wetness of my tongue, spinning then sliding down the shaft below, above, my other hands cupping his balls.

"Mmmmm, Sweetlips..."

I continued, getting it wetter and wetter, rubbing in the spit, wanting to feel his balls against my lips again, it all coming back. He spread his legs getting a longer base, his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

"Ohhh.."

I pushed him back, my head turning as he taught me, his hands coming to the back of my head, pushing me an inch at a time.

"Gfft! Gahhfft! GGAAFFTT!"

He had the most stamina of the group, with all the fucking and sucking in a room he pounded my cunt open wide before filling me. I was confident he wasn't going to cum quickly and let him push and pull at my head, using my face to his wishes.

I could hear the birds, the rushing traffic, his soft sighs and moans, moving just a couple inches back and forth. My pussy was wet and ready, but this was his time and I was going to take the cuing from him while we were out here. I added to the noise.

"Gffmmmtt! Gffmmmtt! Gffmmmtt! Gffmmmtt! Gffmmmtt!"

I heard a jogger run past, probably saw us, maybe not I was lower than the top of the table except the back of my head. It seemed to stir him, once cleared he pulled his cock out of me.

"Turn." He said stepping back, his hand moving in a circle, and stepped out of his pants and boxers, my hair whipped around looking back at him. "Did you prepare?"

"Yes Sir," I said hiking up my skirt, showing him the blue panties on my cheeks, the fabric smooth against my creamy white flesh.

"I'm going to get that fine arse first." Lenny said, his hands moving to me.

"Baby, it's yours," I said, his hand pulling my panties down, his cock pressing to the hole, the precum and wetness from my throat still there. He slapped it twice, fingers pressing into my flesh.

"Hold on..."

I grabbed the edges of the picnic table, his hands were pulling my dress off my shoulders while I felt the pressure of his head against my tiny hole.

"OHH!"

The head popped into my body, the first cock of any sorts there, Donnie and I giggled about it all afternoon prepping with lubrication and cucumbers, widening and testing that we were both arse virgins.

"OHHHh! AHHH! LENNY!"

He pushed forward, his weight putting a couple inches at a time deeper.

"GAWWDDD!!! AHHHH!"

He rolled my bra down and he cupped my breasts, his body weight pressing me into his hands on the table, his long, thick cock redefining rear entry for me, I was panting, looked back. He kissed my cheek then lips before pulling back and ramming it in faster.

"AHHHH! OHHHH! AHHHH!"

And faster.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A hand found my pussy, mashing it while pumping my arse.

"AHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH! AHHHH!"

Fingers on my clit, his cock moving about four inches back and forward, out and inside my arse. He began sliding in and out with no problem, the prep, cleanse and mental conversation with Donnie now yielding a body pounding experience I'd never imagined.

I pressed up, hands on the table, taking his thrusts, looking back. His fingers in my cunt.

"OHHH! YESS!!! LENNNY!!!" I called out his name on my first orgasm.

I heard the smack, his hand slapping my arse then pulling his fingers out, pressing my cheeks together, taking longer, slower strokes, head to balls. Today I felt the length of his shaft push against the flesh in my cheeks, imagining a man that endowed liking the extra warmth going in and out.

"OHHH! FUCK! OHHHH!"

"MMMM SweetCheeks! OHHHH!"

He pushed forward and unloaded. The warmth was more than burying cum in my cunt, in my arse it was more evident.

His large cock throbbing, sending spurts of juice, against the tight muscle he just deflowered, filling me in the physical and spiritual.

"OHHH GODDESSS!OHHH!"

He held it inside, reaching one hand out to stroke my hair, the backs of his fingers against my cheek. The tenderness was appreciated, the experience mind-blowing. He slid out and I went to my knees to clean him, his hands in my hair, his breath quick at first then slowing.

I stood and kissed him, our tongues sharing cum I'd pooled and taken, then I put myself together, handing him my panties.

Getting back to the happy hour crowd, Donnie was no where to be seen.

*****

(Donnie's POV)

I had no idea who the men were, one taking Mel outside to the patio then down a walking path. Jamis was occupied with a large, black woman, seemed to know each other.

"Donnie? I'm Garret," the tall, broad man said, his hand dwarfing mine. He had to be 6'4" at least, I was impressed they were all clean, he looked especially so. "This way please."

He motioned to the hallway and took a step and stopped, I looked around a small hispanic man had looked over at us.

"Umm...sure."

I followed him, we went about halfway down the hall, he opened the door to 127 and motioned for me to enter.

I did, the door shut.

"Get undressed."

I looked at one of the queen beds and there were pillows on one end and what looked like a rope with cuffs.

"Now!"

I wanted this? Yes.

I pulled up my shirt and stepped out of my pants and boxers.

"Lay over the pillows with your arms stretched out."

The air conditioner was cool on my arse, I felt vulnerable but my erection grew.

My feet were on the floor, the pillows were at my stomach, the big man cuffed my hands and adjusted the strap, it was a strap with adjustable tension.

"He's ready" I heard the man say into a cell phone. "Come on in."

I looked over at him, half expecting him to drop his shorts and start at my backside. The door opened and the small hispanic man was there, he shut it and immediately stripped. I imagined these men taking my wife last night, my cock grew stronger.

"Mmmmm, old white arse," the young, smaller man said, his dick smaller than mine.

He grabbed lubrication, rubbed it all over his cock, then gatherings some, smeared it in my crease, over my hole.

"The good thing about having a small cock is you get someone's arse first!"

He pulled at my hips, the large man left the room and he pushed inside.

"OhhhH!" I moaned, the hard cucumbers didn't feel this good. "OHHHH! MMMMM!!!"

"You like?" He pushed in and pulled back.

"I do! Fuck me harder!" I said.

"Oooo, señor!" My talking helped him. "You get my little burrito all night if you want."

"Fuck me Pedro!"

"Julio!"

"Julio! Fuck me, fill my arse!"

We began a dirty talk back and forth, he started in spanish too, he pumped against me, reached around stroked my cock. He fucked my arse for 20 minutes.

"CUM JULIO! FILL ME!"

"AHHHH!! YES Señor!"

I felt my first load, the rush of warmth, cascading inside my walls, I was glad I was cleaned out, prepped, my cock was dribbling the fluid that Mel had squirted out earlier. The room was awash in sensations never felt.

"GOOD! GOOOD!!!" I yelled, not knowing what.

He pulled out of my arse, moved it to my face to suck and clean, his legs around my body till the cock was in front of me. I moved my head so he could slide it there, I sucked on the tip and tasted the second cum of my life.

The door opened.

"Mmmm...mmmm...mmmmm...what do we have here?" Jamis's familiar voice said. "Come on in."

"oh fuck..."

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Mel's POV

Garret was lovely.

The man who impaled me with his cock and banged my head off the wall the night before, sat me down for dinner and told me of his family and asked about mine.

"Raw sex is amazing, but getting to know someone is better." He said, paying for the meal and showing me outside.

"Is outdoor sex a theme tonight?" I asked, he asked how my 'walk' was, my naked arse under the skirt having forgotten my other panties in the room.

"Who said outdoors?"

He pointed to a large RV.

"I travel in style."

Garret opened the door and the black light and illuminated prints jump out at me. There were at least two dozen women 'characters', nude.

"Amazing" I said, looking at the collection, there were black, Indian, hispanic, white, all sorts of women naked in different poses, their features accented but could be made out. "These are really great."

The print on my dress popped out in the black light, his smile was broad.

"May I paint you, I've already been inspired by your lovely dress."

"Yes, please. I'd be honored."

"I paint naked, I hope you don't mind."

"After last night I wouldn't mind watching you work, nude."

He smiled.

I watched his strip naked, his long, thick cock erect, his body the fittest of the group of men I'd taken in room 127. I began to slide my dress off.

"Oh, no dear," he said placing his hand on mine, stopping me from disrobing. "Like this."

He sat me on a bar stool from the breakfast bar in the corner, propped my leg up, slid the dress up my thigh on the right. The stool had a pad, he slid my left arm on the back of it so my arse showed my cheek and rotating on the other, my plump pussy on full display.

He pulled the shoulder straps off my shoulders, pushing my breasts up, the nipple barely inside the fabric, his cock pressing against my leg and my hand finding it for a moment.

"When we're finished, Dear." he smiled, pulling away, my cleavage pushed up, his hands pushing under my breasts and then moved in for a kiss.

"Mmmm...." He moaned, again pressing into the lumps of flesh, making sure the dress, bra and nipples were just right, stroking my thigh. "My wife will have to meet you, she'd love you."

I sat frozen, it wasn't too uncomfortable, and remembering a caricature we did at a fair it takes about 30 minutes. I wiggled some, watching him paint, his erection rising and falling, I imagined it was up while he painted my parts.

"There!" He announced and turned it a round so I could see.

"Beautiful! Will you send me a print of it!"

"Yes my muse, for you anything."

It accented my brownish red hair, wavy, my big lips and cheekbones, a hint of extra chin that was stunning, my breasts pushed up, the nipple outline in the dress trying to contain them. My legs were perfect, leading up to my two exaggerated pussy lips, the black light accenting their moistness.

"Fuck me Garret." I asked, turning my arse to him.

"I planned to," His large hands were on me in an instant, he moved me to the breakfast bar, he pushed his long pole into my body, the fleshy lips giving way to his massive cock.

"OHH! GARRET! YESSSS!" I orgasmed on the first stroke, so turned on by the man, the artistry (as cartoonish as it was) he pushed deep, pulled back and slammed me again...and again....

"OHH! AHHH! OHHH! YES! YES!"

I climaxed four times, he pulled out and moved his face to my cunt, my elbows on the bar bracing, I felt him licking my hole, opening it and getting some of Lenny's cum I was sure of that, sucking the edges, rimming me expertly.

"Oh baby, you're so good...."

My dress and bra bunched around my waist, the cloth fun to feel. He worked my hole, detoured to my cunt occasionally, made love to me with his mouth like no man had ever, I wanted him inside, somewhere deep inside me.

"Mmmmm....I want you so bad Baby, so bad."

He continued, didn't rush, I was his right there, I felt special, his fingers rubbing my clit. Finally he found a jar and lubed me up, preparing with his fingers, opening me then standing.

"Yes...rip me in half Baby, fill me."

He rubbed the remnants onto his cock, positioned it and began to push forward.

"OHHH! GOD! BABY!!! OHHH! GARRREETTT!!!"

Inching inside, our preparations perfect, he slowly took me, filled me, changed me physically and mentally.

"OHHH YESSS!!!!"

He was only 1/2 the way in, my panting was frantic, he sensed my panic and waited, leaning in to kiss my neck, his hands on my breasts which were out of the bra and dress now. These guys had a thing for fucking a half-dressed woman I concluded, he pulled up my skirt to rub my pussy and continued.

"AHHH! OHHHH! FUCKKK!K!!! YESS!!! OH YESSS!"

I came again.

He pulled back and began. Began to fuck my arse.

"OH! OHHH! AHHH!! OHHH!!! BABY! OH! GARRET!!!"

I was pressed up against the bar, he slamming into me, his weight against my hips each thrust.

"OHH! OHHH!!!"

He pushed forward and I felt the warmth.

"YES BABY! OHHH! THANK YOU! OHHH!!"

His cock convulsed inside of me, painting me white with cum inside, my breath matched the pump of the large appendage.

"We are one soul, Beautiful." he said, holding inside me, his fingers playing with my clit.

"Ohhh..like that, push inside," I breathed, his fingers fat and strong, searching, finding the rough spot. "OHHHH!"

"Mmmm, cum on my hand sweetness."

"Ohhh, yes...like that, another...another"

He pushed a third finger inside me.