Who's Fantasy?

Donnie, 59, recently retired chemical engineer, in Chapter 01 used his management style to engage he, his wife Mel, new neighbors Bill and Heather, an old friend Trudy, a young college boy Dylan, into a slurry of fantasy fulfillment.

New neighbor Heather's admission that Bill sought a man to please her turned Donnie into the catalyst the Hendersons needed. Like bonds between atoms, Donnie broke the entanglements of conformity, adding heat to everyday situations and in a flash fantasies exploded into reality.

Donnie had been successful manipulating people at work, controlling the politics through a method verbalized to him in college. Assign those you wish to influence a role on a chess board and keep an eye on them accordingly. Everyone is against you and assign yourself the role you feel is necessary for the objective.

Donnie's first objective was met and now it was time to move the bar higher, and that meant redefining the board.

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How Ch. 01 ended:

"Hello," I answered, it was 6 a.m. and it was Mel.

"I fucked up, Donnie," she said, I was watching Trudy laying in bed asleep on the bedroom camera. "Really fucked up, I..."

She was drunk, really drunk still at 6 a.m. and through carefully placed security cameras I had watched her and Trudy mash all night, the kind of night that you only recall having in your college years. Sex, alcohol and drugs, they scissored, licked, probed, did amazing things with a cucumber, orgasming multiple times.

"You're fucked up, that's what you are and I get it, I cheated," I said, having watched the entirety of their tryst and motivating me to move the plan forward, not reveling I watched it all.

"I'm ssstill drrrunk...but guess who'sss here...??" she slurred

"Hi Donnie," Trudy's voice rung through loud and clear, still laying on the bed, shouting from the covers

"I lovvve her Donnie," Mel's drunken voice said holding the phone.

"Let me speak to Trudy." I said.

"Alright, baby I gotta pee," Mel said, I watched her naked ass bound into the bathroom.

"Holy shit, what have you done?" I asked Trudy, hiding the fact I had watched it all and had it recorded.

"I done turn that bitch out and friend. I tell you, wooooweeee she can throw down," Trudy's drunkenness rivaled Mel's if not surpassed it judging by her cartoonish voice.

"Tell Mel I'll be home tonight and you both sound like you need sleep," I said and ended the call.

I got out the sheets and charts that listed people's roles and due to the accelerated nature of all that had happened, I tore them up and had to start over.

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A NEW DAWN

Shame and guilt are interesting words that are similar, but really not.

I read somewhere that:

Shame is a focus on self, guilt is a focus on behavior. Shame is "I am bad." Guilt is "I did something bad." How many of you, if you did something that was hurtful to me, would be willing to say, "I'm sorry. I made a mistake?" How many of you would be willing to say that? Guilt: I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Shame: I'm sorry. I am a mistake."

"Donnie I'm sorry," Mel said, her hair still wet from her shower and it was 7 p.m. the day after swallowing Dylan's cock and loving Trudy in their bed into the morning hours.

I didn't respond, instead looked over at Dylan who was working on a deck to our house seeing the progress that he had made the past two days. Dylan pumped Mel's stomach full of his seed, fucked Trudy and later got a hummer outside, all this considered he had made great progress on his work.

I was impressed with Dylan and Trudy, who has been in an open marriage for years, not hesitating to bring Mel into their ring of pleasure. The young college stud's cock was thick and long and he knew how to use it on the older women.

"When did this Dylan and Trudy thing develop, Mel?" I asked mining for information.

"I dunno, shit...the kid'sbeen flirting with Trudy and I at the store, then you bring him here..." she said, looking at me.

"Do you think I gave you permission?" I asked.

"How you told me about you and Heather, that threw me and I..." Mel was rubbing her face, flashing back to me forcing MY cock down her throat and after sending my cum down her throat telling her I had let Heather do the same thing the day before.

"Then you AND Trudy?" I said, moving to her. "Where did that come from? Sounds like you went at it all night?"

"Jesus, Donnie...the wine I guess...I don't know....I..." Mel started to move away from me and I grabbed her arm. She pulled back yelling, "No Donnie! Not on your terms...I..."

"Stop it!" I said, moving to her face, looking into her eyes. "I need you to admit you loved every dirty second of Dylan and Trudy"

"I'm not proud of...."

While she was messing around with Dylan and Trudy, I fulfilled Bill's fantasy and fucked Heather in front of her. I was setting things up like I had after Heather and I's first encounter.

"You're NOT ashamed of loving every, dirty second of his mouth on your cunt or Trudy's mouth, or hand or fingers," I said, pulling her closer, my hand on her breast, then down to her shorts, pulling at them and her panties.

"Donnie...I...."

"Tell me you want messy and dirty!" I snarled, turning her around, sliding her fabric to her ankles, leaning against her, my hand undoing my shorts, my cock hard and pulsing hanging in the air.

"No....I want..AHHH!!!! AHHHH! AHH! OHHHH! YESSS! I WANT THISSSSSS!" she screamed, my cock pushing into her cunt, parting her lips, reestablishing my place. The guilt slid away as my cock slid in and out pumping her. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Donnnieee...."

She whimpered when I pulled out, looking back disappointed until she saw me moving my face to her ass, my hands on her flesh, parting her orbs, pushing my tongue up from her clit, across her taint, to her hole.

"Ohhh Donnie..sooo goood!!" Mel moaned, looking back at me.

I looked up over her two sweet cheeks and smiled.

"Trudy told me you were supposed to teach me," I said, having watched it, I kept my cover playing along.

"OHhhh...Donniee...OHHHH!" she moaned, my finger circling the tight muscle then inserting. "MMMMmmmM! Ohhhh!"

I spit and pooled the salvia on it, then spit in my hand standing up. I rubbed my spit over my cock again and again, she looking back, reading my mind.

"Ohhhh.....We've never...I'm not...ohhh" she said, then felt the head of my dick press against her hold. "Ohhh, baby...do it!"

I paused, her head looking back at me, her eyes worried, hair across her face, she held her breath.

I had led her into the edge of the abyss and was ready to push her over.

"OHHH DONNNNIEEEEE!!!! EEEEEE!!! EEEEEE!" She screamed, her face contorting then disappearing forward, my body weight pushed her against the island in the kitchen, the length of my cock pushing inside her virgin cavity, pulling back and thrusting in all the way. "EEEOHH!!!! AHHH!!!OHHH!!!"

I pulled back and rammed again.

"AAHHHH!!!"

And again.

"AHHH! OHHHH! Ohhhh! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! OHHH! OH! AHH! OHHH!!!" I began riding her, my cock sliding freely now, her head sliding on the smooth counter. "DONNNNnniieeehhhh OH! oOH!!! OHHH! AHH!!"

There was no turning back.

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Earlier that day

"Thaddeus knows everything," Trudy said, in a robe showered and seemingly a little drunk still. "I called him the second I left your house, it's kinda of our thing."

"Your thing, what calling right away?" I asked, noticing her nipple protruding from the gap in the robe.

"That and describing every delicious detail," Trudy said, then smiled while drinking from a water glass. "If we're together it leads us into bed, times like today he pulled off the interstate and jacked it."

I smiled a little, her head cock-eyed looking at me with slight aggression.

"Have you every heard your Mel orgasm over the phone, Donnie?" She asked, looking me up and down. "I've heard her orgasm with my head buried between her legs."

"You have no guilt, do you?" I asked, knowing I could have easily moved and kissed her, my question diverting Trudy's attention from her primal instincts.

"Ha! Guilt! That train left the station years ago," Trudy giggled, we both sat down in her sunroom. "You have to believe you're doing something wrong to feel guilt, I'm just satisfying myself and your wife, making our bodies feel better in the insane world."

"And Dylan?" I asked, moving swiftly, changing the subject. "You've been with him multiple times is my guess. Do you have guilt about using a young man like that?"

"What am I hurting, fulfilling a young man' desire?" She asked back. "He was as vested in the pursuit, more so than I was."

"You have no shame then." I said blankly, trying to gauge if she truly understood the meaning of the word.

"Correct!" she said excitedly, like she discovering I knew the definition. "We deserve ALL the love and attention from each other, and are worthy of everything our bodies can dish out and receive!"

"Excellent," I said and quickly stood up, Trudy's face turning from the excitement of the chase to the disappointment of my purer intentions. "I need you to be a rock for Mel."

"I have always been there, you know that..." Trudy said looking concerned. "Why, what have you.....?"

"I'm about to let her see the side of me that has wrestled with the guilt of secrecy for years, and while I have no shame about what I feel, or for whom, I have yet to share that with Mel," I said and stopped.

"Do what you have to do," Trudy said, following me while I headed for the front door. "I'll be here to help pick up the pieces."

"Perfect," I said, turning to her, looking her up and down. "We'll put her back together and then...."

"Things will be alright," Trudy stated, assuring me of her role.

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Back to realtime

"DONNNIIEEE! OHHH! YESSSSS!!!!!" Mel wailed, the pain, the pressure, the length of time. "FUCCKKKK!!!! OHHHh!!!!"

I had been bouncing my thighs against the back of hers for 20 minutes assaulting her ass with my cock, our first coupling in that manner in our 30 years of marriage.

"You like it DIRTY!" I told her in her ear, leaning over, my hand buried into her cunt, deep and wet.

"YEEESSSS! YESSS!" Mel said, my cock sliding back, slamming forward, her orgasms coming in waves, I felt the fluid squirt out her pussy again, the first time when I forced her to swallow me after announcing my first infidelity with Heather next door. "OHHH YESSSSS!!!!"

I was close, she had climaxed multiple and it was time to literally put the icing on the cake.

"OHHH GODDDD! CUMMMM BABY! CUMMMM!!!"

I pulled out, rolled her over and knelt over her, one knee on each side, holding my cock, getting closer to her face, my hand jacking it fast.

"I fucked Heather last night," I announced, her face going from confused ecstasy to shock, her mouth open.

"CUMMMMMINGG!!!" I announced, the first shot hit her chin, the second in her mouth, the rest pouring out onto her chest.

"GHhaffmmpt! WHaffttt! WHAT!???" She first choked on my wad, then her arms moved up to push me off her body, my cum glistening on her chest, her face. I had arranged our bodies so most of it was recorded nicely on the camera, I had adjusted it while she was in the bathroom earlier. "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!"

I refused to move and stayed over her while her hands pushed at my thighs, her strength no match for my weight.

"GODDAMMN ITTTT!" she hollered, now making fists and striking my thighs. "AHHH!!!!"

I dropped my full body weight onto her body, my hand covered her mouth and my face was directly staring into hers.

"LISTEN!!!! LISTEN TO ME NOW!!!!" I said loudly.

Her eyes got scared, I had never been this aggressive, I countered her every attempt to free herself until she felt totally controlled physically. My face showed rage, and as she relaxed mine showed calm.

"Yes....very good," I said, uncovering her mouth, her movements halted and her eyes were on my face.

She was listening.

"I will leave you now and it's up to you when you want me to return. Do you understand?" I said, her eyes moving, she was thinking and then she nodded 'yes'. "Very good."

I got up from her, put on my clothes, gathered some things. She put on sweats and a t-shirt, it was nearing 9 p.m. I finished getting anything I might need, computer, bills and financial things. I came out into the kitchen and she was just staring outside towards where the pool was going in soon.

I moved directly behind her.

"What you're feeling is humiliation," I said, she turned around looking insulted that I was man-splaning her emotions. "You didn't deserve everything you've been put through."

She turned back to the window.

"However it is you need to deal with this, and call me when you're ready for me to return," I said, confident in my plan, confident in who I surrounded my wife with and the temptations she will fall into willingly. Confident that I could control the variables enough to get the reaction I desired.

"I don't think I can...." she started.

"SILENCE!" I said firmly, this wasn't a discussion and my volume and the stare I held with her told her enough. "Do not feel guilt or shame for who you are, and what you need."

She crumpled her brow and turned, not totally figuring out what I was saying.

"Until you call..." I said and rushed out the door.

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Mel frantically calls Trudy

"Son of a Bitch!" Trudy exclaimed, Mel calling her the minute Donnie left the house, packed up, going somewhere she had no idea about. "I'll be right over!"

Mel's head was swimming, her husband running her through a gambit of new sexual experiences, the last two ending with him telling her about infidelity he had recently executed. She was not innocent, seducing their young construction worker and gaining her best friend Trudy as a lover, in retaliation she thought, but maybe just because.

Mel paced the living room, checking her phone to see where Donnie was on Life360, but he had turned it off. She grabbed a bottle of wine, twisting off the cap, Mel went out on the deck that looked over towards the Henderson's house, seeing no sign of either Bill or Heather, Donnie.

"Mother Fuckers!" she said out loud towards their house, sitting back, wearing shorts, no panties and just a t-shirt, no bra. "This all started when you moved in..."

She continued to talk out loud.

"No Guilt? No Shame? Shit...how's that possible...How? How?"

"It's easy gurl," Trudy's voice said walking up from around the garage. "It's just sex."

"Easy for you to say, you two married and were open from the start..." Mel threw at her sexy friend, everyone knowing the story of Trudy taking cock from her high school sweetheart the morning of the wedding, getting married and then Thaddeus taking on a hooker on the honeymoon. "How did Danny's cock feel on 'your day.'

"Ha!" Trudy laughed, climbed up the stairs, grabbed the wine and took a long swig. "That's the legend, but not necessarily the truth."

"Then tell me..." Mel said, Trudy handing the bottle back and they began to share the wine back and forth.

"Danny Leibold did come over and fuck me the morning of our wedding," Trudy admitted. "The legend about the honeymoon, didn't involve a hooker...but that really doesn't matter."

"What does matter by the way?" Mel asked, folding in some of her husband's words. "He was telling me not to feel guilt or shame. Standing at the altar, another man's sperm swimming in your body, did you feel guilt or shame?"

"We both felt shame that day," Trudy admitted. "Not that it's accepted now, but WE'VE accepted it years ago, so born out of shame the the hooker story happened."

"No guilt?" Mel pressed again.

"Nope...not a moment of guilt. You see you're right, we were open from the go," Trudy started. "We would have brief moments of guilt, nothing sustained, but never shame."

"I'm ashamed...." Mel said, covering her face, drinking again and handing the wine right back. "We were something for nearly 30 years and now..."

"What's different, really?" Trudy said, moving to her, holding out her hand, leading Mel off the chair and into the house.

"I dunno," Mel said holding Trudy's hand tightly, the bottle in the other. "Nothing I guess...except I love the taste of your pussy."

Trudy smiled, pulled her friend, her new lover to her, pushing her hand up her shirt and cupping a breast, twirling the nipple in her finger, leaning in for a deep kiss, lips covering lips, mouths opening, closing, tongues teasing. Mel set the bottle on the table, her hands moved to Trudy's head, the most common form of intercourse, a kiss, so satisfying.

"Do you feel different, right now?" Trudy asked pulling away, her hands on Mel's hips. Mel looked confused, looked down, then up at her and nodded 'no'. "You are just a human being, we seek connection, mentally and physically. There's no shame, no guilt in loving someone. Got that?!"

Mel moved forward, hugged Trudy, held back the tears and kissed her neck softly.

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At a Comfort Inn Nearby

I spent the rest of the night setting the chess board for my next move. I had to laugh at the ease and predictability of manipulating my wife became. No one knew my motive, my fantasy, or where it was born and that was going to be hidden until it wasn't.

I texted Dylan - 'I'll meet you on site at 6 a.m.' - knowing Mel would be sleeping. She wasn't to see me until she figured her shit out.

I texted Bill - 'I will stop in and see you both before you go to work, just leave the back door unlocked.'

I texted my kids - 'call your Mother tomorrow, talk to her about what's been going on.'

I didn't contact Trudy, she had turned into a pawn that went all the way across the board and can bring back a piece. It felt like she had become a rook or queen in my control, using her to check mate Mel.

I fell asleep thinking of the end game.

5:30 a.m. the next morning

'I'm laying in your bed, your naked wife in my arms' - the text from Trudy read, I was parking down the street, ready to meet Dylan in our backyard before Mel and Trudy awoke. He had made remarkable progress on the deck and was about finished.

'Wait for my text then leave our house and I'll meet you at yours' - I responded, getting a quick thumbs up text from my queen, elevating her from bishop.

I focused on Dylan, a fuck boy who was easily motivated by money or conquest, knowing how to move from cunt to cunt, not sharing or blurring opportunities. I had gotten information that him from my daughter Amanda's who went on a date with him early in his development and left because all he wanted was sex. She told me Angel, Trudy's daughter, both share an affinity for his cock, and Angel encouraged her mother to give him a ride right after Christmas break this past year.

I walked up to the strapping young man, it was going to be hot and he was already in a white tank showing off his developed arms and chest.

"Dylan, I'm going to be away the rest of this week it looks like," I said, handing him a list of things to do each day. "As long as you stick to this timeline, or if you work ahead, you're good and I'll pay you for the full week."