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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, istanbul travesti 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 istanbul travestileri 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 need your rest.”
“Yes Sir!” Donnie said and signed off.
(Dreaming again) – This time the cock was riding him harder than ever, pushing his face into the floor, pushing it across the carpet, forcing it seemed like his balls disappeared into his arse. The group of men were now just watching, it wasn’t pleasurable and Donnie could see, through the hazy dream state, James pulling at his hips. His consciousness floated about the scene where the man’s seemingly 10 foot long cock was sliding up back and forth like a child’s toy.
“James!” Donnie cried out waking Mel as he tossed about travesti istanbul in bed, asleep seeing him shoot him off his cock and then spraying his load all over him and the crowd of men. “James!” he cried again and woke up.
“Who’s James,” Mel said, worried, looking at her husband who had sweat around the neck of his shirt and on his brow. Donnie was well versed from a young age to think on his feet.
“Oh Christ, Mel, it’s my bosses assistant,” Donnie said referring to the letter and the meeting tomorrow. “He was leaving stranded on a golf course I had no idea where to go to get back. You know how freaked out I get about directions and being lost.”
Of course she did, as Donnie played to one of her ‘misconceptions’ about him that he just never addresses. She hugged him and kissed him before reminding him to sleep so he’s ready for tomorrow. He tried, but from 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. he tossed and turned thinking of things to come and finally he got up and showered at 5:30 a.m. He had been shaving back his hair around his cock and balls, using a throwaway facial razor and he noticed how smooth Mr. Donovan was as he sucked on his length.
He budgeted a lot of time so he left at 7 a.m. for the 1 hour plus drive so that he wouldn’t get lost. He kissed Mel goodbye and out the door saw Jeremy, his neighbor and waved. He yelled over “Friday night sound good for a cookout?” Jeremy responded with a thumbs up and yelled back, “It is your turn you know.” Not knowing exactly what he meant, just figuring he was joking about them each watching each other and it was their turn to perform for them, he waved, laughed and nodded “Yes” vigorously.
The drive went well and he had time to stop at a store to get new golf balls, tees and a ball marker. He had on a solid blue polo with his hometown course’s logo on the chest with light shorts, a nice belt. He looked very country club as Mel said as he left and he was confident driving into Crestwood Hills G & C. It had stately landscaping and a long drive as it was one of the older clubs in the area, though it had been updated and well maintained.