From UNCOVERING REPRESSED DESIRES (UCRD) CH. 4
– Mel was left to tend to the baby as Donnie starts summer job
– Just met neighbors of three months, have watched each other perform sex act.
– Donnie has uncovered desires with men no long repressed.
– Unlike UCRD, which is in third person, this will be 1st person & Mel’s perspective.
‘My God, her lips were so soft,’ I thought as Ruthie Hankins, neighbor who I had just met, pressed her large mouth on mine. She was tender, her hands on my waist pulling me in and her tall frame now pressed against mine. Our first interaction of substance and I had admitted something to she and her husband, Jerry, while Donnie, my husband, was away at work that evening.
She moved her lips down to my bottom lip, taking it in between hers before puckering and pressing forward. Precise movement with her mouth opened my lips, which stunned were just there, and just like that her tongue moved into my mouth. My hands reached up and circled her neck as I finally kissed her back with some force, not as delicate as she kissed me.
Her husband’s questioning had released a story from my past no one knew and Ruthie was now a stand in for a opportunity lost years ago, playing the role of “Katie” and playing it to perfection.
Ruthie ran her hands over my shorts, down to my thighs and then up the front of my body, cupping each breast over tank as our lips and tongue did their dance. My eyes were closed and my senses picked up the sweet fragrance from her hair, skin and the sweet drink she had shared with me. My hands found her face as her fingers slid under my tank top and bra, finding my nipples and rolling them in unison before slipping her right hand out and downward. She moved me to the counter in my own kitchen and pushed down past the front waist band of the shorts, panties and soon her middle finger had brushed my clit. My “time” had ended that morning and what was denial of my husband, turned to submission to Ruthie.
“Ohhhh,” I breathed, releasing our kiss for a moment, only up pull upwards again with my hands on her shoulder, meeting her mouth as she penetrated me softly with her finger. Ruthie spent time massaging my clit, rising my level of desire, wondering how far she would go. My hips pushed against her hand as my mouth searched for her tongue, the thrust sending her deeper inside of me. I moved my right hand to her left breast and petted her over her clothes, not real sure how much longer we could be secluded before Jerry came with my son Miles. They were out back around the fire playing as the two of us played in our kitchen.
Ruthie must have sensed my hesitation, though my fingers were now on her athletic torso, pressing into her firm abs, flirting with her shorts waist band. For the past couple months, since moving in, I admired and envied her tall body, athletic shoulders especially the past month where she would layout topless at times. She was discrete, but not enough to prevent me from seeing her smallish, perky with chocolate chip nippled breasts from 20 yards across our lawns from my back porch window. Meeting her tonight was wonderful and as a couple they made me feel relaxed enough to tell a story not even Donnie knew about, leading to us making out in my own kitchen.
“We’d better get back,” Ruthie said pulling her hand out of my shorts and blouse and us both straightening our clothes, wiping mouths while locking eyes. “You need to tell Donnie tomorrow morning what you told us and what we just did.”
“I will Ruthie,” I said looking affectionately at her, much like I had five years ago to Katie. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome and are so sweet,” Ruthie said, moving to me again and kissing me softly on the lips. “We can make this whatever we want it to be.”
I smiled as we touched hands and moved to the door.
“Oh, and we’re telling Jerry right now to get that out of the way,” Ruthie said. “I’ll go mix you another drink, you put Miles down and bring the baby monitor to the fire pit.”
“Yes, Ruthie,” I said for the first time, and not the last.
As it turned out we almost didn’t hang out that night, but my frustration with Donnie’s series of messages pushing his arrival home back, was sensed by Jerry. Looking back now, knowing he was a phycology major, class valedictorian, now social worker it makes sense how he made me comfortable in such a short amount of time. And the drinks didn’t hurt either, my stamina for alcohol diminished since abstinence from being pregnant and nursing Miles. Jerry was quick to introduce themselves to me, alone for the evening, and we had already made plans for the next night to barbecue “at his place”.
We exchanged stories of how we, as couples, met, how they found each other in college and Jerry began a trend of throwing sexual questions in the mix. “Did you go down on him first, or he on you?” or “Did you fuck in your parents house?” I found them easy to answer and would hear myself sharing stories of sex, telling nearly a stranger about how I insisted we fuck on the steps, living room and in their bed sort of marking my spots. Jerry cool demeanor and satisfied grin as I answered showed he was pleased with himself for quickly bringing a little that out of me.
I grabbed the monitor after changing and putting Miles down after changing him, it was easy as he fell asleep on the walk from the fire pit. Our fire pit was locate towards their yard, in the back corner, but tucked to the east so the monitor reached, but just listening from the door wouldn’t work. Walking back, I wondered how this conversation would go, and flashing back to Jerry asking earlier, “Who was runner up to Donnie? I mean, who would you have married other than him?”
“Katie,” I heard myself say after a long pause and quick flashback that took me out of body. “Katie and I, well, didn’t have a chance, um…”
“Mel, you don’t have to get into this right now,” Ruthie said, looking over at Jerry in a ‘see what you’ve done’ glare, before her tender eyes met mine. Up until now Jerry had drove the show, though he let Ruthie tell of her taking his cock in a movie theater and his fumbling through licking her pussy for the first time with her roommate.
“I’m okay with this,” again my view of the scene at this point was almost above us looking down as the portal to that night had opened and I was fully there. “I need to get it out there.”
“Katie told me she loved me,” I said looking down, now fully seeing Katie’s beautiful face. “We were only 19 and had, never, well ‘been together’ even so much as a kiss. I mean we were roommates in the Rider dorm at UNI, we were inseparable.”
I paused, seeing her car and seeing her drive away, the same tears that came to my eyes then reappeared and started to stream down my face, with it facing down they dripped off my cheek. Ruthie saw and moved to me, sitting on the small table beside my chair and putting an arm around me. She brought me back down a little to the moment, leaving Katie to drive away again, leaving it where it was left just five short years ago.
“I told her, ‘I can’t, I just can’t Love you,” I stuttered out of my lips, to ears for the first time since Katie heard those words which sealed it on the spot. “I don’t blame her for not pushing back, for just leaving, I mean the courage it took for her to say that to me and I shut her down immediately.”
I told them of our playful, flirty, banter in the dorm, downtown, at night and our do everything together attitude. I admitted I thought about it almost every night since, what her lips would feel like, what her touch on my naked body would do to me. We both had boyfriends on and off, and we shared time in each others laps, quick touches over our clothes. We used to lay body on body watching TV, our cheeks, breasts and hips lining up perfectly.
“And you didn’t kiss then?” Ruthie asked.
“We both were raised by repressed, Christian parents who placed shame in just about anything sexual, much less homosexual,” I said. “I felt and always acted with that shame hovering over my head, even with my boyfriends.”
I told them I really didn’t regret not having the relationship as Katie didn’t return to UNI and we did contact each other over that summer. She changed majors and moved to Minnesota where her parents headed.
“I really just wish I had experienced at least a kiss with her,” I had said. “I felt attraction for her and other women as well.”
That took us to going into the kitchen and Ruthie explaining she had several female partners in college as she was a ladies basketball team where there were very aggressive lesbian players.
“Sex is sex and people are people,” Ruthie said. “Had I met one I felt was my life partner I’m sure we’d be together today, but it didn’t line up with my life’s goals of having a family anyway, so here we are.”
“Yes, here we are,” I said a bit in a trance having heard of her experiences and sensing her strong character while having different boundaries than I had.
We moved to walk to my house for a tissue and some water, as their drinks were catching up with me. I stopped in the middle of the kitchen and looked at her, I could feel Katie, the moment and this beautiful woman all at once and said, “Could you please kiss me?”
Ruthie smiled and moved in, and that’s where it all began.
Now, heading back to the fire, we had to fill Jerry in and I was to fill Donnie in whenever that first chance was, most likely in the morning. Ruthie handed me a drink and surprising took my hand inviting what I knew, even knowing him just that night, was going to come from her husband.
“Wow, you too look radiant! Who went down on who?” Jerry said sitting up on his chair, his interest peaked.
“Jerry it’s not quite like that,” Ruthie said, her frankness was refreshing. “She wanted a kiss and I obliged, well and a little more.”
“We made out,” the alcohol in me said after I took a long sip of water.
“Sure, you don’t invite me to watch,” Jerry said smiling big and then amazingly dropped the whole thing.
We talked about where Donnie was, his summer job, what the money would do for our family and I realized I knew this was going to be an adjustment from him being there all the time. They talked about saving for a new house, possibly in the proposed development area all before Jerry went to bed as he had to get up the next morning. Ruthie had the day off, but was going shopping with her mother at 9 a.m. I bragged about being a consultant in education and sleeping in, “Well until Miles says were up.”
Ruthie stayed with me for another 1/2 hour and I asked her more about the women on her team. She said all of her bridesmaids and maid of honor were from the team, that’s how close they were and that Jerry always wanted to watch me with one of them.
“It wasn’t like the for me, but looking back it wouldn’t have been such a big deal either,” Ruthie said. “Actually, none of the girls were particularly comfortable with Jerry.”
“Ah, he’s harmless,” I said, seeing the repressed academic trapped in a low thinking profession flexing his degree on a new friend. “And really, he’s tall, thin and has a nice face to boot.”
“Pretty average cock though,” Ruthie said laughing.
“Mine too, I mean Donnie’s,” I stammered to the finish line as the drinks just told me to keep throwing things out there.
“Donnie’s very cute,” Ruthie said standing up. “I think we did alright for ourselves. You need to tell him tomorrow, just like I did, pull the bandage off fast.”
“I will,” I said, standing and my stomach bounced as the amazon woman with a big heart and smile moved to me again. “I will quickly tell him about our moment, and sit him down for a long talk about where it came from and Katie.”
“Moments, plural,” she said and leant over, penetrating my mouth immediately with her tongue and moving her hands to my back, pulling me into her. Ask quickly as the kiss began, it ended, my eyes still closed and mouth open wanting more. “Goodnight Mel.”
I stood and watched her walk through the back yards to her deck and she opened the door. She smiled big as she saw me still standing in the spot she left me, my legs quivering a little thinking of her kiss, her hands on me, her finger inside me and running over my clit. The fire was about dead, so I rushed inside, checked on Miles and stripped naked.
I hadn’t pleasured myself since early in our marriage as trying for a kid, getting pregnant and the months since put a damper on a practice I had always enjoyed. I stood naked in front of my mirror, having turned the lamp by my bed on, my shadowy body reflecting at me. I had been trying some to lose the baby weight, but still had 10-15 lbs. to go and I had cursed myself for not doing more. Tonight I felt sexy, and moved my hand to where Ruthie’s had been.
My pussy was very wet from the discussions, kisses and looks from Ruthie, my two fingers slid easily deep as I bent down to penetrate. I ran my first finger over my clit softly, just standing them imagining Ruthie kissing me, her hands on my body. I wondered out skilled she must be, spending four years with women you must have taught her through many nights together and my legs began to shudder. With the other hand I pressed my breast from the other side and played with my nipple. I switched hands, first putting the two fingers in my mouth, tasting and smelling the scent I hoped, yes I thought it, hoped Ruthie would experience soon.
That thought, that desire, was now out and now reality I thought as I climbed into bed. Like imagining my male lovers back in the day when I first discovered how to love myself, I began to see Ruthie. She appeared at the foot of my bed and began to crawl up my legs, I imagined my hands finding her hair as she lowered her mouth to my hot cunt. My fingers played the role of lips, tongue, nose and face as I saw her devour me, my juices flowing for her to ingest, my moans not hidden.
“Yes, Ruthie!” I exclaimed as I added a third finger and massaged my clit fast. “Yes, yes, yes Ruthie!”
I worked myself now, building to a climax, putting her face there but focusing on finding the spots that stimulate most, that being my clit and a place lower. I used high right hand to push deep and left hammered at my clit, rolling my fingers between it’s folds and under the hood, and back. The clreshendow built and soon I was bucking against my hands with my hips, squeezing my thighs together and cumming hard and wet. “Oh, yes Ruthie” I sighed. I slept naked, half-hoping Donnie would come home and wake me up, but awoke around 10 a.m. in the same naked state.
My husband had taken Miles and my headache wasn’t as pronounced as I had anticipated, though went to the the Tylenol to prevent it from going migraine on me. I walked down a little groggy and heard him outside playing with our son in the cool morning, Mile’s giggle, something that brings joy to my soul, didn’t mask or cover the events from the previous night. I had a plan and an objective for short term resolution so I could dig into the long term issue. That being I was attracted to women before I met Donnie; I’m attracted to Ruthie and I still wanted my husband, son and marriage.
“Hey Babe!” I called out the back door, wearing just a T-shirt that hung down to the mid point of my thighs. “Thanks for taking the boy this morning. We had a nice time last night.”
“Yeah, Jerry mentioned,” he called back with no voice inflection or raised tenor. Donnie turned back to the boy, before giving me another look. I figured he’d like to see me mostly not dressed and could soon come to investigate. He had coffee brewed and I took in a couple big swigs while cleaning up what I left from the night before. I could see where Ruthie pushed me up against the counter to finger me, her soft and full lips on mine, my hands on he breasts. I got a little moist which was part of the morning plan, to surprise my husband with the news I was done with my period. Once he ravished me I would tell him about Ruthie last night and where the roots of that lay, in simple and brief terms.
The door swung open and Donnie announced that the boy needed a change. I instructed him to use the changing table upstairs and put the gate up, showing him the monitor before stating “come downstairs, I’m off my period and not wearing panties.” His eyes grew big and he bounded up, I looked around and found the phone book. It had the Hankin’s home number in it so I quickly called over. They had said it was “our turn” so in a chance anyone was home…Ruthie answered.
“Hello,” she said.
“It’s Mel,” I said. “It was our turn, remember. Look inside our screen window.”
I hung up and heard Donnie coming down the steps, he looked at the screen door and I nodded “yes” as he gave that questioning look and I knew he was gesturing like ‘are they watching?” The last time I swallowed his cock we were back away from door, so this time I moved him by getting on my knees to right in front of the screen, where that was the end of the counter and a cabinet that he had to watch his head. I glanced over and saw Ruthie on the back deck, seeing she was readying to sun bath as it was almost 10 a.m. she was finished shopping and it was a beautifully sunny day.
I had Donnie’s shorts and boxers off and his cock stuck straight out, I held it in my hand in case she could make it out before I took it in again. Remembering he taught me, angling my head as I bent more at the waist. Donnie pushed and I sucked, just wanting to give her an appetizer before she got the entree. I held it out again and just played with the tip, then his balls, enjoying the air against us flowing into the house. I turned to suck on the shaft from the side to see her laying, on her front, probably with the tie undone as I’ve seen it before, just drinking us in, my mouth covered his cock like a sausage in a hoagie roll. I pivoted my hips in my deep squat and released him for a second and reach around cross-handed and pulled my shirt up over my head.
I presented myself in the screen doorway to Ruthie, showing off my upper torso, my nipples perky and pointed from the breeze, my areoles about 1/2 dollar sized pulled upwards with the tension. I cocked my head looking at her and held Donnie, his eyes stayed closed and focused while I watched Ruthie get up and lay back, topless, her brown skin radiant with her darker brown small pointed nipples. As I took him back in my mouth, I saw her run her hands over her breasts and down between her legs and back. I stood and was now back in the doorway, just behind the screen stopping there as our deck was not very protected to the west. I stared at Ruthie, who was first looking down at her body, tracing around her nipples and sliding down under her bottoms. She was more protected as we pretty much were the only ones who could see in unless the neighbors looked over the hedges. She then slipped off her bottoms, opened her legs and put her fingers inside herself and looked at me.
I braced my hands on the doorframe as Donnie had swung behind me and had his cock rested on the crease in my lower back. He rubbed my breasts from behind and his chin was over my right shoulder, I’m sure drinking in Ruthie. He began to slid it downward and I pushed backwards, lowering so my breasts were now pointing down more dangling to be seen. I looked up so she could see my face as he entered and I contorted and moaned as he went balls deep on the first thrust.
“Oh Yes!” I said loud enough. “Do that again.”
Donnie obliged and pulled back and thrust forward hard, my moan was muffled by my closed mouth, his third thrust was as hard and as deep and deserved an “Oh Fuck, yes!” I could see Ruthie’s hand moving with my moans as he continued the assault, as he thrust five maybe six times hard before I had to slide to the floor, it was too much for my arms. He scrambled to reenter me and had my hips now pulling me back, thrusting again and again. Ruthie had added her second hand, rubbing faster than my moans, though I gave her an accurate pace of my husband’s thrusts. I realized he was about five thrusts or more past his usual stamina and that under the circumstances I’d figured he’d had came almost right away.
I saw Ruthie slip a T-shirt on and run into the house. She brought out a hand held camcorder and began filming us, again my thought is it’s going to be over soon – that was not the case. Donnie fucked me another five minutes right there, my voice getting higher, I called out two orgasms, one caught on the recording. He pulled out and I figured he’d finished, but he ordered me to stand up and he opened the door.
“What are you doing???” I said frantically as he took my hand and pulled me outside. He pushed me over the root cellar housing that was built into our deck and thrust mightily into my cunt, producing a shocked, worried and totally aroused gasp and moan. He pumped me, thrusting with all his legs and lifting up at the end. My arms were in rock, which lined the top, and I looked to see Ruthie a little closer, almost to there property line. My face contorted on each thrust and again I wondered where the stamina came from, the power as well as playing for a camera and the chance of getting seen by the west neighbors. I leant over my back and rabbit fucked me quickly, his arms now along my torso, his hips kept at me, my stomach now on the wood, my feet lifted off the deck. “You’re so fucking hot babe.” He said, bucking and fucking me. He pushed forward again and I felt a conservative load of cum spurting inside of me as he pushed forward. Ruthie was still fixed on us as he climbed off.
I slipped off the wood structure straight into a squat and took his cock in my mouth before Ruthie could stop recording. I cleaned up my juices off his cock as well as the residue flowing out of him before sucking his balls for good measure. I got up, looked at our camera person before taking Donnie’s hand, pulling him inside and shutting the door.
“Holy, fuck Mel,” Donnie exclaimed. “Did that just happen?!”
“It did happen,” I said, and they ran through the opening. “And I happened to make out with her right here in this kitchen last night.”
“Jesus, Shit!” He said looking at me with a slight grin. “Well, I guess tonight will be fun.”
“Yeah, and Jeremy knows for sure and will get to watch us fuck on the deck of that video,” Mel said. “Do we ask for it afterwards, I mean we could have stopped.”
The baby monitor produced the sound of Miles trying to form words in a distraught way. “I’d better check on him,” Donnie said. I agreed and told him I was hitting the shower. “Let’s take him for a walk after lunch,” I said wanting to address the Katie thing, and everything happening recently. We take 2-3 mile walks when we can’t run and today feels like one of those walks, where we talk through a lot of things.
I didn’t know if it was me getting in on myself followed by Donnie fucking the shit out of me, or a combination of both but I was definitely sore. I still was able to fantasize a little about Ruthie and how that was the medicine I probably needed to relieve my aching pussy muscles. I moved from that to rehearsing how I was going to bring the Katie thing up, both in my head and even speaking it out loud in the shower.
“Donnie, they brought up a memory that I hadn’t shared with anyone that led to Ruthie kissing me,” I said as we started our walk, he got little man ready and in his stroller. Plenty of water for everyone, and treats for him, as he would most certainly fall asleep. “I had logged it away with all of the single me things that were to be buried forever.”
There a great start, how can anyone argue with that and I thought it was a good set up. But I didn’t ask him a question and before I could insert the story he jumped in with a fair question.
“Do you really think all of your single ‘me’ things were buried forever?” he said with his hands gesturing air quotes. “We been married almost four years.”
“Fair,” I stammered, giving him a quick win, something we didn’t officially keep score on but it was a thing. “Before we analyze this too much, can I get to the meat of this please.”
Donnie nodded and we headed towards the small downtown square. It was a beautiful day and he looked very open to hear what I was about to tell him.
“You probably don’t remember the gal I couldn’t find an address for when we were writing out wedding invitations, but anyway she was my college roommate first year in the dorms,” I said, realizing this didn’t start well.
“Katie?” Donnie surprisingly came up with out of thin air.
“YES! Katie,” I said and I quickly dissolved my version and pretended I was Ruthie telling Jerry by the fire about our kiss. “Well, she told me she loved me; we kinda had a thing going that year; I didn’t handle that well; but we never made out; I was sad we never kissed; Ruthie saw my cry; was sweet and I asked if she could kiss me; so we kissed; and felt each other up. There.”
“Wow Cliff notes to Mel’s first woman kiss,” Donnie quipped. “I’m impressed, I actually think I know what went on.”
“Don’t joke, I mean I really cared about Katie and she opened herself up and I basically ran,” I said. “She told me she loved me and I froze. She hasn’t talked to me since.”
“And Ruthie?” Donnie quickly brought our new neighbor up. “Where did you leave it with her?”
“Good question,” I said. “I can’t say that I hated it, in fact quite the opposite.”
“I see,” Donnie said and began noticing something about Miles, shifting the conversation. I felt good about getting that out there, but not that good about how it ended up. We really didn’t talk much about where I was with in then and now and I was ready to begin talking about it again, going in with something like “aren’t you concerned that ‘I don’t know’?” Then we ran into friends from his school, we talked about life things and I let it go over the course of the walk.
He let me in about his day at the golf course, bragging a little about how well he golfed, though he lost $20. He said he got paid and will deposit the $1,500 in the bank and figure out where it needs to go next, we’d worked on a program where you snowball your little debt first then big debt. We had so many little cards buying house things, then baby things, using it for vacations and cash. The job was really going to help money wise.
“And Mr. Donovan,” Donnie said glowingly, almost creepily, but I cut him slack as he always gets excited about new jobs. “He’s the classic businessman meets James Bond, ya know. He’s worldly, smart and connected with his personal assistant James by his side.”
It sounded like he was going to golf in the mornings, do things around the course during the day and be available to follow up on the golf in the late afternoon evenings. There was something about events and staying, which he went on to explain further as my concerned look drew worry.
“Mr. Donovan’s business clients often need help navigating the city, or he mentioned helping at his gatherings,” Donnie went on. “He hosts events for his holdings company and will provide more money for anything after 5 p.m., like the other night. And if it’s okay with you, if I’ve had too much or it goes too long he has rooms at most venues for me.”
“Bring home the bacon Donnie-Boy,” I tossed his way, secretly wondering how I would keep myself away from Ruthie during those times. “I think this is going to be something that moves us ahead substantially in our financial planning.”
After our walk I went home and crashed, sleeping while Donnie fed Miles and then put him down for a nap. I hadn’t eaten anything that day, I realized after waking up from my nap, the night and morning activity on top of telling Donnie, though abbreviated, about Katie and the upcoming BBQ with the Hankins, my appetite was suppressed. I touched up my hair, in case they were outside already, not wanting Ruthie to see me too unkept at any point today. Donnie was outside with Miles and I saw Jerry milling about his grill and the back patio, but no sign of Ruthie as I fixed a small sandwich and some veggies and humus. It was late afternoon, I realized my nap had gone for a couple hours, when I saw HER come out the back door.
“Oh my God!” I said softly aloud, looking at this Amazon woman in short, shorts, and a white, floral print top that was strapless of her shoulders. Her short hair was suspended nicely and her smile, with the red, full, lips that stretched cheek to cheek were incredible. She was laughing at Miles who was reacting to her bringing their son Jacob out to see him for the first time. My heart melted as she leant over, showing nice cleavage, to bring the two boys together. They immediately gelled and started playing, as I saw Ruthie look over to our house while talking to Donnie, my face hidden behind as I peaked out the back door.
I rushed upstairs, having thought my outfit out this morning, while she was videotaping me actually, knowing I wanted to look my best. She had the black, jean shorts so my tight, short, regular jean short with a grey camisole would show my breasts nicely as well as my formed shoulders from my recent workouts. I went without panties and put a dash or two of fragrance behind my ears, my waist and thighs. It wasn’t too noticeable until you got up close and I really wasn’t sure where tonight would be heading.
I loaded beers into a small cooler, putting a bottle of red and white wine in, a can koozie, plastic wine glass and headed over to the Hankins. Jerry and Donnie were playing horse on the basketball hoop on the back cement pad, which was off of a small deck. Ruthie was entertaining the boys tossing a soft basketball to their outstretched hands and them scrambling for the ball. She smiled and waved vigorously as she saw me approach, standing up to show me that body again and give me a hug as I got there.
“You look great,” she said into my ear, her scent amazing, emanating from her hair and neck. “And you brought provisions.”
Her hand slid down my arm slowly, brushing the skin, it covered mine for a moment before taking the cooler out of my hand. She had been looking into my face, my gaze momentarily with the boys before, then meeting her powerful eyes. It was in that moment I knew, be it tonight or another, we’d be together some way, some how. My lower regions, sore from sex were now warm with the thought of her lips on my body. I moved away from her, but looking back, nearly stumbling off the short deck.
“Easy there,” Jerry commented from the basketball court. “I don’t want you suing us.”
The rest of the afternoon blended into the evening, with drinks, snacks, conversation about the kids, the men playing catch and even wrestling a little. We shared our common stories, having gone to the same colleges, at different times, Donnie and Jerry shared the same football stories and for their al ma mater. They even got into a somewhat heated debate on being able to keep their current coach, which took them to the Rose Bowl. Jerry thinking he would go “get his money” somewhere else.
The grilling started somewhere after 7 p.m., it was chicken so I had hit the white wine choice I brought pretty hard at first, then slowed down. Donnie had taken care of me this morning after my drinking the night before, I’d better not go off the rails too much. We put the young boys in a walled off area in their living room, direct line of sight from the window and back door, and enjoyed light banter about things leading into the topics I knew we’d get to eventually.
“Boy, you two really took it being ‘your turn’ to heart,” Jerry said on the backside of a conversation about a starlet’s scandal about a sex tape. “You went all Paris Hilton goes outdoorsman today for Ruthie.”
“Jerry!” Ruthie quipped with a momentary scowl that melted back to her smile. We would learn to appreciate her moments of reeling him in, that didn’t linger into the evening. “We really don’t have to talk about that.”
“Oh, we don’t mind,” Donnie inserted, looking over at me to make sure this was accurate.
“We knew what we were doing,” I said leaning forward, giving Jerry a shot of my cleavage for some reason. “Did you enjoy it?”
Jerry was speechless for the moment, maybe taking my breasts in and not expecting full, frontal, openness about our own sex tape. He then smiled, pulled his eyes off my chest, and told us it watched it four times, before Ruthie corrected him that he watched it five times.
“It was very hot,” Ruthie said. “I’ll rip you a copy sometime, that is unless you want us to destroy it now.”
“You want to keep it and yes we’d like a copy,” Donnie asked curiously. “I mean, I can’t really ask you to give up something you own.”
“We have a bit of a collection, let’s say,” Jerry said. “Mostly of just us, but a few of others.”
The word ‘others’ hung in the air for a moment and our attention was diverted to dinner as Jerry took his mind off of video sex for a moment, waking him to the task at hand of feeding everyone. I noticed Jerry’s height, which was a couple inches taller than Ruthie, at about 6’4″ and he was a little fitter than Donnie, no little gut and long toned legs. He worked a grill really well and soon we had the chicken, sides on their table and all of us, with the boys, were diving into a perfect June evening dinner on the deck. It felt like all others except for the excitement of new friendships and the openness we shared giving it an energy.
“I don’t know what we do to top that,” Ruthie actually said, in reference to the video, Jerry quickly getting in after her.
“We’ll put the kids down later and have that discussion,” he said with a wink. I both liked, was nervous about that suggestion, as my wine had taken control, and if everyone was feeling the horniness I was at the moment, look out.
Donnie looked amazed and distant for a moment, deep in thought before looking over at me to gauge my expression. I just smiled big and raised my eyebrows, his demeanor seemed a combination of worried and confused. I got up, moved to him and rubbed his shoulders, kissing his neck I whispered, “Are you okay with whatever happens here tonight?”
My husband looked up and his broad smile told me two things, first – he was and looking down I saw his cock pressing against his cargo shorts where it was tight and outlined it nicely; second – it wasn’t the response I necessarily expected and now made me quite nervous because it was now in my hands where to take this seemingly runaway train.
We continued the meal, and discussion about local school issues and Donnie’s perspective as a teacher in the district. It really was just an evening of developing a new friendship and relationship, just with another level out there to consider. At that moment it was as if we would just continue shooting the shit until we both retired for the evening.
We got the small, stable trikes and cars out for the boys and they pushed around on those until the sun started retiring. Jacob got cranky first and Ruthie took him inside to put down as the men went and prepared wood in our fire pit. I was glad we positioned it towards the back of our lot, so that each of our monitors would reach the area. Miles tried to stay up for a while, as I basically held him until it was his time and around 9 p.m. took him up just as the fire got lit. Donnie said he was good on drinks and I wasn’t going to get anymore as I was 3/4 done with my bottle, good thing I chose white not red as red gets me really going.
The fire was raging with the sticks and leaves they had put in it, and the three were sitting calmly with a drink, sort of waiting as they all looked at me as I came out of the house. I felt a little watched as if they were talking about something, which I figured might happen, I adjusted my top and bra, looking down and myself for a moment. Jerry quipped something about them “Still being there, I saw them earlier” and from that moment on I knew what to expect from him.
“Stop it Jerry,” Ruthie said and rushed in with a question for Donnie. “Are you okay with what happened last night.”
Donnie looked at me and thought for a moment, based on his response I guessed that he was thinking to our brief conversation about it on our walk.
“I’m okay with Mel developing friendships, be them less traditional, as long as she keeps me in the loop,” He said, sort of looking down, again that distant gaze appeared again before giving me eye contact. Who could blame him, trying to traverse territory we had never discussed with friends we just made, Ruthie being an extension of an experience he’d never heard about. “She’s a big girl, and she’s given me enough information to know it’s part of who she is anyway.”
“Are you to tell me you’re okay with them making out last night,” Jerry said. “I mean hands under cloths, I believe Ruthie petted your wife pretty hard. Come on Donnie, we just met.”
“The Devil’s advocate in the house,” Ruthie said, somewhat annoyed. “Don’t mind him, he really is turned on by this all.”
“Really, okay then let’s do this,” Jerry said in reference to say we’d talk about the tape and stuff later. “A little game always helps and tonight it is truth or dare.”
“Really? Jerry, you’re not…” Ruthie started.
“No, I think that’s perfect,” I said interrupting her. “Just a couple rules. You can ask yes or no questions, but the person has to explain their answer and secondly, each other’s spouse has to approve or disapprove and can adjust the dare that their spouse must perform. Oh, but the spouse asked for the dare can overrule the adjustment. You all good with that?”
Everyone nodded, Ruthie and I held the monitors to our ears and could hear our angles sleeping soundly and we began with choosing who asked first and the protocol. We could ask anyone the first time, then chose one of the other two the next and then the last one on our third turn.
“We play at least one round, you must ask for a dare from at least one person and if we start a another round we must finish that round. Failure not to uphold these rules, and any prior given will have to shoot a solo video masturbating for all to view together. Deal?” Jerry said and again everyone agreed. We did two rock paper scissors between the guys and girls and then the winner to see who asked who first. Jerry won the competition and being very predictable he went to me first.
“Mel, Truth or Dare,” Jerry said.
“Dare,” I said, wanting to get it out of the way, seeing Jerry smile and having him seen my cleavage, me looking down at my breasts his dare was obvious.
“Pull your cami and bra down for a full 30 seconds,” Jerry said, putting his hand out as if he’s going to count them like a basketball referee counting an inbounds.
“I will adjust to 10 seconds,” Donnie blurted out, the first one maybe surprising him, but then my response definitely caught him off guard.
“I over-rule my repressed husband’s request and will do the full 30,” I said gleefully and pulled my bra and cami down to my waist and twisted with my hands on my waist.
Jerry started counting while he was sitting up, I stood and turned my shoulders to Ruthie, then Jerry then Donnie. I was sure I could be seen from the street some 40 yards away, but didn’t care, leaning forward, letting them hang, then putting my hands on them. He counted and said “15” and I sat down, leant back, letting them show off my nipples now hard from the coolness being away from the fire. Ruthie clapped and whistled Jerry reached 25 and counted the last five seconds as I licked my finger and traced each nipple. I finished a good five seconds past his counting, sat down and slowly redressed myself not sure who to gaze at, choosing Ruthie as I put myself back together.
I was chosen so I was next we a new rule Donnie inserted, so I went to “Ruthie, truth or dare.”
“Truth,” Ruthie said. “I can’t follow that right now.”
I nodded and thought before I asked Ruthie how many lovers had she had and how many were women. Jerry nodded, so no adjustments and Ruthie began counting in her head, her legs squirming probably hot from watching me and reflecting back on her love life.
“We had this conversation last week Jerry, and if you recall we said penetrating or being penetrated counts as being or becoming a ‘lover’. I have to add Mel now and say 22 lovers total, 8 now having been a woman,” Ruthie said, my mouth open staring at my new friend who just defined me as a new lover.
Her response sent a shiver into my body and soul, thinking that we actually were lovers the minute her finger entered me, not orgasming together, making me more comfortable in the moments just after I had basically danced topless for everyone. I began to strategize and knew what my play was going to be for the two men when they would call on me. Ruthie said, “Donnie…”
“Truth, Ruthie,” Donnie said, I was half-expecting my husband to go for dare, but he waited patiently as Ruthie came up with a question.
“What is the sex act you and Mel have shared most recently that was a first for you, besides being watched or videotaped by the neighbors,” Ruthie said clearly.
“This has been a week of firsts, for sure because those three things are all firsts, being a voyeur, performing for you twice and being video taped,” He said setting things up. “You watched Mel’s first and second ever deep throating of my cock and in between we had done anal for the first time.”
“Impressive,” Jerry said. “Now you don’t necessarily have to come to me right now, you can go women if you want, you’ll just eventually get to me.”
“No, I think I’ll go to you,” Donnie said. “Jerry, truth or dare?”
“Um, truth,” Jerry said, sort of backing down a little.
“Wow, no guts fellas,” I said, looking over at Ruthie. “I’ll give you a pass.”
“Have you two every swapped, shared or classified your relationship as open?” Donnie very boldly asked, considering where we were sitting and the fact we were just finishing the first set of the first round of truth or dare. Jerry looked at Ruthie who shrugged, like ‘what the heck’, look.
“Shit, I mean we have soft swapped several times,” Jerry said, getting a stare from Ruthie. “Well, really full swapped.”
“Explain please,” Donnie said. “It’s the rule.”
“I thought I did,” Jerry said, then hesitated before starting again. “Okay, well we have swapped with two other couples on multiple occasions over the years before Jacob was born, even traveling to destination areas where we were pretty much open.”
“Mel,” Jerry said, then assumed I would fall in line with the truth, since I did my one required dare. “We’ll keep the truth train going here.”
“Dare, Jerry, bring it on,” I said, smiling sitting up, ready to pounce in whatever direction. Jerry was still getting to know us and even though Donnie opened the swap door he wasn’t ready to walk through and we would find out later they’ve assumed to much too soon in the past.
“Sit on Ruthie’s lap and suckle her breasts for a full minute,” Jerry said, once again putting a timer on it. “But hold on, I’ll be right back.”
“Fuck it, I’ll do the minute and then some” I said and hopped on her lap and began to kiss her as she lowered her top and bra. Jerry emerged with the camcorder and began taping walking up to us and getting close in as I lowered my lips to her chocolate chip nipple on her right breast. They were pointy and I puckered and pulled at it for the camera before lightly teething it and before taking as much breast in as I could. I repeated on the other side, licking at it and sucking. We went on for more than a minute, being more like three before Jerry backed up and called “time”. I got up, gave her a hard kiss and then sat down as she adjusted her top, Donnie soaking in her beauty.
“Donnie, truth or dare?” I said giving him a you’d better say dare as he hadn’t yet and he was getting it from me.
“Dare, Mel Dear,” he said looking ready, his cock pressing against his shorts and boxers.
“Okay, ‘DEAR’,” I said mocking him as I mimicked him. “Unzip and pull your cock out between the openings of your boxers and shorts. Leave it out until someone tells you to put it back and don’t forget to ingest your clear fluid.”
“Jesus,” he mumbled. “And I can’t go to you to save me.”
He unzipped and used his fingers to pull about 1/2 the length through the boxer front and his zipper. He pushed out a droplet that had been forming as his shorts were a little wet in one spot, and took it in his mouth looking at me. He looked up and around, both fixated on his action and his crotch as he took in a second one.
“Ruthie, Truth or dare,” Donnie said. “Choose carefully.”
“Dare,” she said quickly, purposefully licking her lips.
“Suck two drops off my head,” Donnie said and waited.
“Not so fast,” Jerry said, both of us figuring he was going to rescue his wife. “Take in what you can of his shaft when you get the droplet.”
“Christ,” she said, glaring at him before addressing me directly. “You’re so predictable Jerry. I’m going to complete my dare but call on Mel’s last truth or dare as she’s next AND I suggest you stay consistent with your choice.”
“You can’t do that,” I said, but was interested with her route here as she lowered on Donnie’s cock. “Whatever,… Dare.”
She spent 30 seconds on his cock before rising and saying, “Come suck his cock with me and take his shorts down,” she said Jerry getting the camcorder on Donnie’s crotch as he stood up for us. I quickly released the buttons and pulled his boxers down springing his cock up.
Ruthie pounced, getting the stream of pre-cum on her lips, meeting my dare, pulling back and pushing far onto his cock and then grabbing the base and working more up the shaft before diving back down to get two. She then bobbed deep on it to meet her husband’s requirements before I moved in with my face and attacked his balls, sucking on the outside of his sack. I alternated putting one at a time in my mouth, noticing he was shaved clean again today. When Ruthie got off his shaft I moved up and sucked on one side, she went to the other and we began kissing and sucking his cock, together all at once. Donnie moaned and when I looked up his eyes were closed enjoying our mouths putting his cock between our kisses. In a flash Ruthie pulled off of him and I followed suit, getting another kiss in with her.
“Drink, bathroom and kid check break,” Jerry called out and headed to the house. Donnie did the same after pulling up his shorts and ran off towards our house.
“You’re done with your truths or dares so with one more for me AND it goes back to me, since your done. I ask myself truth or dare, and I say dare.
I looked at her puzzled, before adding up what she was trying to say.
“I say ‘go down on Mel,” Ruthie said as we never really separated, watching the men run to the houses.
On my knees I slipped my shorts off and then sat back on our bag chair, with a flat seat, presenting my nicely trimmed pussy to her. She smiled wide and went down on me fast, pushing her face in vigorously her lips parting my pussy lips, sucking on any loose flesh on the side, on the top and inserting her tongue.
I could hear Jerry panting a little running back seeing what was going on and got the camcorder going again, moving in close, showing my face as his wife really made me her lover. She lapped at me then brought her fingers up to enter me repeatedly, running over my clit as I pulled off my shirt and bra exposing my whole body to Ruthie, Jerry and the camera. Soon Donnie was there, sliding into his seat and watching as Ruthie made love to me with her mouth. I began to feel it and told her and the camera, “I’m getting close, oh yes, I’m going to climax.”
My body quivered and shook as the juices pouring over her lips, tongue and she found the warmth and lapped at it, or rubbed her cheeks around between it soaking as much up as she could. She slowed down, lapping at my sopped pussy, petting my thighs and then rising and telling me, “You’re so fucking good.” I was breathless and didn’t want to put my clothes on at that moment, sitting up in the seat, folding my legs in as the fire waned a little. Jerry hopped up for some more logs and Ruthie stopped him first, kissing him with her wet face and flavors of my body on her lips.
“Who’s turn,” Donnie said, cock screaming hard trying to understand how Ruthie got between my legs. Ruthie figured since she and I were out it went back to Jerry who had to ask Donnie then Donnie who had to ask Jerry.
“Okay, Donnie, truth or dare,” Jerry said rubbing his hands together with an idea. “And we need to go another round as I’m sorta been left out.”
“Truth, Jerry, Truth,” Donnie said laughing, thinking there was another round for dare action to be had.
“You mother fucker,” Jerry said, foiling his dare plans. “Fine. Truth and you have to answer. Have you ever had a cock in your mouth.”
“Jerry!” Ruthie said, sensing the tension now as I began to get back into my clothes and Donnie looked perplex for a moment, looking down and looking back up. “Pick another one.”
“No, Ruthie. It’s okay,” my husband said. “I can answer that with a yes.”
“Explain please,” Jerry jumped on it fast, feeling a little vengeful still for Donnie going truth and asking him to explain their open marriage earlier.
“For God’s sake,” Ruthie said and just put her face in her hands.
“My best friend in college, on a game just like this one, dared me,” Donnie said. “Then he proceeded to hold me there until I began to suck it just like I had been sucked earlier tonight and then proceeded to talk me through giving him head. We ended with me deep throating until he came down my throat.”
Donnie had risen up and began telling this story with pride and energy, talked about his feelings around it and how much he really enjoyed the experience. This floored me, my mouth agape, of all the things to decompress, I had this. And then Donnie basically threw it back in my face with a ‘hold my beer moment.’
“Now Jerry, I know you have your dare left and I get to ask it. So I dare you to let me suck you off right now,” Donnie said, sending my head spinning. I looked at Ruthie, she looked at me and we looked at the two men. She began to reach for the camcorder as Jerry just looked over at Donnie and then stood up.
“Wait,” Ruthie said. “You have to cum in his mouth.”
Jerry, without agreement, took his shorts down reveling a similar looking cock to my husbands, a hair longer and thinner, nicely trimmed. I watched my husband, get on his knees and begin to give this new person in our lives head, mouth on the smallish head and hold his balls. I dropped my cami and bra, and moved to him, getting on the grass and sliding under my husband to suck his cock. If Jerry was going to cum so was Donnie.
“Keep the camera rolling sweetheart,” I said to Ruthie and took Donnie’s cock in my mouth and watched him work Jerry’s with a expertise I was curious how he had after only one time eight or so years ago.
He easily got it all in much like he had taught me, held Jerry’s hips and pulled him back and forth. Ruthie came around and shot my cock sucking for a while before returning to the hot man blow job action going on. Donnie was now going tip to balls deep in his face over and over until Jerry’s hands pulled him in and he blew a load into Donnie’s throat, holding there for a long time. The last spurt hit Donnie in the face and Donnie licked that quickly as Jerry stepped back.
Ruthie handed Jerry the camera and she laid Donnie back, and joined me in pleasuring my husband. He was close, I could tell and Ruthie began to ease me away from it taking his cock herself, squeezing his balls. She looked at me and said, “I want both your orgasms” and I backed off, letting her jack his cock some while giving him head. She didn’t appear comfortable swallowing the length then suddenly her head shot up, with cum on her lips. He sent another spurt in the air, landing on his legs and several bubbled out of the head, Ruthie having no problem cleaning it up, as I knelt there. Ruthie quickly came to me to kiss me, sharing my husband’s cum with me and I licked off the spot on her cheek. Jerry was still without his pants and boxers filming so I went over and began to clean him, his cock dripping the remnants of his orgasm, I wanting to share a little time with him as his wife was so generous with her the with Donnie.
It hit me and I stood up and said, “What about Ruthie?”
“He’ll get me in when he recovers, who knows we may join the anal club with you guys,” Ruthie said smiling, looking at me holding Jerry’s cock, before I began licking under the shaft around his balls. “I think we’re good for tonight.”
We gathered our clothes, I chose not to dress, and things and went into our houses with a small wave goodnight.