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.
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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.
