Mel and Donnie Ch. 01 - Neighbors

I got into the warm, running water and waited for my Love.

*** Donnie's Voice

"They just want to see me ram his throat, geez," Juan said throwing the script on Mr. Donnovan's desk. "What ezz all this chit?"

I nodded in agreement, the script they brought in was over written. Given our first video was still hot the pay service and our second one hadn't even been released, we needed to keep it simple.

"I agree he doesn't fuck you until we see how the second and third video goes, but come on, our writers have some experience," Mr. Donnovan said.

"I like the plot line of Juan's cousin walking in, but all he has to do is turn my face over to him," I said. "There's too much dialog and set up."

"Eef anything we talk first, then Carlos walks in," Juan continued. "Drop his pants, hold it out and I'll watch him take his before grinding on heem myself."

"Move the dialog to the front?" Mr. Donnovan said, looking at Juan and I nodding and then to the writers. "Get to it and we'll shoot Monday as scheduled."

Juan got up, moved to my ear, and said, "I wanted your mouth today, hombre."

I smiled and laughed, "I bet you did."

He shut the door on the way out and Mr. Donnovan was talking to the writers and the producer finalizing shooting details. They turned and left and I poured through my schedule for the week once again. We had finalized everything and I was just checking one more time.

"You ready for lunch?" Mr. Donnovan said gesturing to the door. "I'm hungry and eager to talk some more."

My stomach sank a little. Not that talking about sucking off two men wasn't deep conversation, but we were wading into waters where Mr. Donnovan was a master to get me to say exactly what I felt and meant. That scared me a lot, especially surrounding James, and himself for that matter.

"Follow me," he said as we left the office. "You can ride with me."

Donnie followed his boss, his mentor, his benefactor and his lover. These terms were all reverent in title and Donnie's feelings for the man. As he followed, looked at his finely tailored suit and how he wore it, he thought Mr. Donnovan was now an object of his own desires. He and James for that matter.

They sat in the back of a Buick, while a young lady in golf course attire drove them to lunch. Mr. Donnovan was on the phone as they entered the car and sped off, talking about some "holding company" in Europe that he'd make contact with in July.

"There!" He said with energy. "Now my Dear Friend, you have my attention. Where did we leave our conversation this morning."

I had thought about this, Mr. Donnovan passing the ball to me again on the conversation, so I was ready with my response.

"Well, it surrounded James and his absence today, I simply asked if you gave him the day off," I started, shifted in my seat to face Mr. Donnovan now looking him in they eye. "Then you asked me I liked James, or something of that sort, I said I did and you then asked if I wanted to know how you two met. I fancied a guess because you then asked me how I thought you met."

"Yes, I believe that covered it, very good Donnie," He said slapping my knee with his large hand, one that held my arse cheeks guiding his cock in my hole. "So, which question do you want answered first?"

"Any of them," I joked and laughed. "I do enjoy your method of conversation, keeping me engaged. Okay, let's start with where he's at today."

"The day off. I gave him the day off," Mr. Donnovan said plainly and stopped. He saw the annoyance in my face and my expression. "To see his kids and I believe his parents."

"Thank you Sir," I said, my mind wrapping around James having kids then obviously having a wife or partner of some sort. "Can we talk about how you two met, I mean I got torrid affair and business partner right."

"Yes, Donnie young lad, you got those things right," He said as the car slowed down. "Let's sit first."

The young lady opened his door then mine, her black skirt tight to her fine backside. She had long fine black hair, straight and flowed behind her or over her medium sized breasts in the white polo embroidered with the golf course logo.

"Thank you Dear," I said and she gave me a grin and a nod.

He got us a back room at the "Latin King", an old time Italian Restaurant that served excellent food lunch and dinner. He got a hug from the host, and they got us a booth way in the back.

I let Mr. Donnovan order a bottle of wine for us both, something that went with red sauce as he insisted I get the "King Lasagne". We talked about our golf games for a little bit until the wine was poured, everything was ordered.

"A toast," Mr. Donnovan said holding out his glass to me. "To understanding this world and the relationships we build every day. May ours be stronger with each passing breath."

"Cheers," I echoed as the clank of glasses gave way to a long sip of wine. "Excellent. I've never had a dry red and this is magical."

He smiled and sat back, sipping, looking at me and thinking. He swirled it around, looked at the body running down the side of the glass and then sat the glass down and leant into the table towards me.

"We were drawn to each other immediately during long conversations about business dealings during the day that soon led to long conversations at night," He began his tale."

"May I ask how that switched?" I said trying to get the jump on him asking questions by asking them in the middle. I was learning from my mentor and applying it immediately.

"Oh, a subtile compliment about his voice actually," Mr. Donnovan surprisingly recalled. "I asked if it was his sexy phone voice his wife fell for and he immediately flirted back by saying 'my phone sex game is unmatched.'"

"Have you talked long and hot with Mel before Donnie?" Mr. Donnovan of course turned it back to me.

"We really haven't," I said answering and then asking. "Not until you commanded me to and I now understand why you had me engage her in that manner. How long before it got hot at night?"

He paused and laughed a little out loud, and I wasn't sure if it was at my questioning like he questioned, or something else.

"So I asked him if he could demonstrate. Right there on the spot, in the middle of negotiating millions of dollars in rights and property," Mr. Donnovan started, smiling broad. "He says, 'And the rough pad of my tough runs up your leg and to your shaft, licking the length.' And I said, Ummmm, give me a call tonight, please."

"We had a very hot chat, back and forth on the computer," I added my own experience for some reason. "He's very good."

"So the first night we came together and after that he insisted on hearing me cum," Mr. Donnovan boldly announced. "By the time I traveled to England to finish the deal he had narrated a live blow job given to him by his wife, Angela."

"Wait," I said. "The blowjob phone sex was his baby??"

"Yes, it was," Mr. Donnovan said.

"And 'narrated live', meaning she knew he was talking to you?" I said and he nodded yes as well. "Wow, I mean I'm screaming hard right now thinking about all of that."

"So, Mr. Jarvison, before I tell you more I must ask you this," Mr. Donnovan said with a serious look on his face. "How involved do you want your sweet Melanie in our social dealings?"

The server brought in our salads leaving those words hangin the air. I immediately flashed back to James asking me to cum as he stroked and sucked my cock, and insinuating if I didn't Mr. Donnovan would be impaling Mel upstairs.

He took a couple bites, letting me contemplate his question, my mind racing to her on her knees sucking Jerry with me and her flirtiness with James, Mr. D and myself when we finally went upstairs.

"That is an amazing question," I acknowledged, he smiled through eating the greens in front of him and digging in some more. "I want to explore that possibility and would need your wisdom moving forward."

"So very involved is what YOU would want?" He asked, trying to clarify my cloudy answer. "I'm asking YOU not her, do you want her involved in our little circle?"

"Yes," I said flatly. "She needs to know about this side of me, I mean all of my desires and it would be magical if she shared a role in all of this."

Munching at the last of his salad he looked over it and rose his fork, finishing and I took the opportunity to dig more into mine.

"I ask only because they are related, your question about James and I's history, the history we make together today and our every day moving forward," Mr. Donnovan waxed and then continued. "Your Mel is beautiful and her vibe is such that she could be open to our group."

"Our little circle, our little group," I started to clarify. "You, James and I? Juan? Kurt? Who is in the circle."

"Let me clarify, yes little group is to vague," Mr. Donnovan said. "Let's go with triangle, us three are a triangle."

"Where's Angela?" I threw out there, Jame's wife, just to cut to the chase as our salad plates were taken away and we were minutes from the entree.

"To understand the result you must know the path to the result," Mr. Donnovan said. "She's obviously not in our circle, group, triangle or even in the country. James will probably see her as she has custody of the kids and still lives in England."

He outlined a progression in he and Jame's relationship where they met for drinks after their business was done, a meeting that included Angela, but the vibe and the attraction wasn't there. He said James didn't just have the day off, he was overseas then went on with their story.

"We met alone, James and I, just before I headed back and we exchanged a rather long kiss," Mr. Donnovan said. "I thought we were headed to a threesome situation, rather we found it was our attraction we wanted to pursue."

The pasta was set down and we took a break from the conversation. I was still processing involving Mel at this point, the advantages, the disadvantages and how Jame's path and my path were similar and not similar.

He went into how engaging he found Mel in just a short time, and delicately describing her look, the unbuttoned blouse, the swell of her breasts as she breathed excitedly.

"She was attracted to the three of us, you noticed that, correct?" He stated.

"Yes I did and she was revved up that night," I said. "But I had nothing left for her in the immediate and went to bed."

"Mistake," he said with a frown, then took a bite and refilled our glasses before continuing. "So. James flew to the US without Angela and we spent a week together, beautiful nights of discovery. I chalked a lot of it up to new infatuation, but the bond between us grew over the phone."

"Did Angela know?" I asked.

"She did not, well, she knew we had been together twice on that first trip and she was fine with that," Mr. Donnovan said as we began to finish our lunch. The wine flowed faster and he emptied the bottle into our glasses. "At one point she narrated James down on her to me and I faked an orgasm on my end."

"You simply wanted him," I said to another fork lifted in agreement. "How long did your affair go on."

"You are right to call it an affair, because from the first meeting Angela asked him was not to enter my bed and he began hiding our conversations," Mr. Donnovan said. "Looking back I should have flow there or something, but I was younger and hadn't met a man I felt that much connection towards."

We were finished, the check came and he was signing when I asked, "So how did it all come to a head?"

"Let me show you," Mr. Donnovan said getting up from the table. "Please understand this, for the afternoon this is how I would propose we introduce your sweet Melanie to our group, triad or whatever you want to consider those involved."

I nodded and followed him out. The driver, again giving me a nod and a smile as she got my door and we took off.

Mr. Donnovan talked the whole way, mainly describing Angela telling me she was full-breasted and had a very inviting backside, sexy demeanor on and off the phone. He initially wanted her but that want turned to anger when she started roadblocking he and James.

"Love and hate are two emotions separated only by opportunity," he said. "I used my Love for James, and yes at this point I knew I loved him and my hate for Angela to cloud my decision making."

Mr. Donnovan talked about not getting to know them before the night things changed for James, my mind racing now to paint a picture. We pulled up to his house, the back way, my company car sitting there.

"Wait here until I wave you in the house," Mr. Donnovan said. "And Donnie, what we're about to do is real AND to tell a story."

"Okay," I said confused, and watched them both disappear into the house. I waited a good 20 minutes before I saw Mr. Donnovan peak out the door, look back and then wave me inside.

He stood in the foyer of the downstairs, a very stern and controlled look on his face as I approached him, the door swinging shut. He didn't move as I got to within a couple feet of him, his eyes fixed on mine.

"The STORY is that James, Angela and I discussed the pleasurable use of ropes, whips and restraints over the phone many times," Mr. Donnovan said seriously. "James would describe the play they initiated every month or so with a group of leather wearing friends. This was a month if not days before she became pregnant with their second child."

I didn't want to say a word, I was absorbing what could await me, what was in the past and how this was both real and a reenactment.

"This is how the fateful night began," Mr. Donnovan said. "You'll walk into a 'scene' now my behavior will be consistent with that night, your behavior is free will and yours to own."

"Okay, I think I understand," I said meekly.

"Oh, believe me you have no idea," Mr. Donnovan said. "I will call for you when we're ready."

*** Mel's Voice***

"So how was he," a naked Ruthie said as I lay in her arms, my mouth near her shoulder, her breast exposed. "I mean, tell me."

I didn't know really what to say so I just said what I was thinking. "It was what I needed and it was better sex than I've had with penetration since before the pregnancy."

"Oh wow, that's high praise," Ruthie said. "He's longer than Donnie, did that help?"

"A little but really it was other variables," I said, not sure if I wanted to spill my guts about Kandy at this point, the ring on my pinky finger that Kandy gave me pointing me in that direction. "I was primed and Donnie went to bed unexpectedly."

"Primed?" Ruthie asked instinctively or intuitively. "What made you so horny."

I felt a little boxed in and almost got defensive, leaning up off of her chest, a bit of a scowl must have flashed across my face as the broad, delicious smile that was on Ruthie's face disappeared.

"I just was," I said abruptly, then a thought flashed across my mind, something to salvage the moment. "I mean, I don't want to admit to you but I met Donnie's bosses and they were hot as hell. And there was a sexual energy in the room I thought was going to carry over to the ride home or at least the bedroom."

"I see," Ruthie said, her energy a bit low but then she smiled. "That would have been hot, imagine triple penetration!"

"Oh stop!" I laughed and fake slapped her shoulder, then joining her in naughty thoughts. "I have to graduate from double first."

"Ooo. That's making me all warm," she said her hips wiggling on the bed. "Jerry wants to stop over after work. You all good with that?"

"I could be, I guess," I stuttered, a bit surprised but not really. I was wondering when she was going to ask what our status was and what was next. "So he told you obviously and I haven't told Donnie."

"Hey, we told you our rules and he knows to agree with a request not to tell but to tell me anyway," Ruthie said. "My reaction will always be in support. You have to reconcile with yourself how and when, if at all, you tell Donnie."

"I see," I said wondering about this on three fronts now, Donnie, Kandy and what I tell Ruthie. "You're good with whatever decision?"

"Yes I am," Ruthie said, now sitting up, her perfect breasts hanging nicely, her hair down around her shoulders, the smell of her wet crotch inviting. "I have an idea if you want to hear it?"

I did and didn't, though I guessed it was similar to mine. "Sure, fire away."

"Well, let's have Donnie walk in on you blowing Jerry and you can get your double penetration badge," She said with a smile. "Then they can do me and you can watch."

My stomach rolled in lust, the vision of the two scenarios fighting for which sounded hotter. I concluded we needed one little change.

"Let's have Donnie walk in on Jerry fucking me," my smile grew as my Lover's grew. I pulled the sheets off and dove in on her again, tasting her hot and juicy pussy for the next half-hour.

***Donnie's voice***

I stood there, still in my shorts, polo and sporting a raging hard on imaging what BDSM scene I was walking into on Mr. Donnovan's command.

"Walk around the corner and study what you see," Mr. Donnovan said.

"Yes Sir," I said, now realizing I'd better use that until told differently. I took five steps into the doorway and one to the right as the wall ran along my left. There were earthy smells of leather, rope and rubber and a solitary image of restraint.

The young woman driver was naked, and tied expertly to specially designed furniture that spread her legs as she was bent over a padded bench. It supported her body, the rope weaved and laid purposefully so her arms were behind her back. In her mouth was a ball gag and her eyes were blindfolded so no light made it through.

The rope exposed about 1/2 her breasts, pinching it tight, showing her perky, young nipples screaming hard as she must have sensed a 2nd man in the room. Mr. Donnovan was dressed in leather chaps, a leather thong, a leather captains hat and a breast plate made of leather. His skin was tight and well kept and he brandished a whip on a belt as well as a cane.

"Jarvi," he commanded and now used part of my last name as a pet name moving forward. I would know when he wanted 100% obedience from that moment on. "Strip naked and stand before me."

I hopped out of all my clothes, setting them in a pile and moving to my boss/master. I had read enough on the internet, and knew from novels my mother had on her shelf, the basics of the submissive - dominant role play. I didn't look him in the eyes as I stood at attention, my cock sticking almost straight out, my hands at my side.

"Remember, we are walking together through the fateful night of one couple and possibly foreshadowing the night of another," Master D said. "Your behavior is free will and yours to own and we will learn together."

I nodded, not looking up, not wanting to speak, not wanting to upset Master D. My mind was a swirl, how am I living the past and future all at once? In the present Master D got behind me and with his bare foot spread one of my legs apart.

"Bend forward for inspection," he said, my balls dropping as my legs spread and my cock still jutted out forward, clear pre-cum now dribbling off the tip and a long string formed as it dropped to the floor and then snapping.

He ran is leathery cane, which had a little leather tip folded over, up and down my legs and snapped it once against my balls expertly. The pain was pleasurable and he did it a second time as the lack of flinch showed my tolerance. "Stand up," He said and I did as commanded.

"Watch carefully," he said moving to the front of the bench the young woman was restrained to and he removed her gag and blindfold. She didn't say a word as he lowered his thong, rolling out his mammoth cock. He placed it on her lips, which signaled her to open her mouth. He slid the somewhat limp member into her mouth and she began to suck it to life.