Mrs. Campbell's Bunkmate Ch. 02

"Call me, Timothy," he insisted as he sat down. "No need for such formalities."

"All right." She was perplexed as he had always been "Dr. Boothe" in their prior sessions.

"What can I do for you, Janelle?" What he WANTED to do was bend her over the arm of the sofa and fuck the living shit out of her. As with most men, Timothy struggled to maintain eye contact and not leer at her flawless tits.

"Where's your receptionist?" Janelle queried.

"Oh, this is her lunch hour," Timothy explained.

"Well, this has been a bizarre time in my life," she admitted.

"You've been very distant during our last few sessions." Timothy made notes on his clipboard. "Usually it's the husband who is withdrawn. What happened to your enthusiasm?" He also started doodling little hearts around her name.

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"Don't you?" Timothy raised an eyebrow. "What's the truth, Janelle?"

"Have you ever advised patients to see other people during their separation?" she asked.

"There have been instances where I've recommended that, but it's rarely the way to go." An alarm went off in his head. He had always fantasized about seducing one of his female patients. Janelle, most of all. He always rushed to the men's room to jerk off immediately following her sessions.

"I see..." Janelle didn't want to disclose anything else.

"Have you been seeing someone?" he asked.

"Um...no...I just..." she stammered.

"Are you considering it?" he continued to prod.

"No...It was just a hypothetical," she said unconvincingly.

Timothy laid his clipboard down - face down to hide his hearts - and sat up. "Janelle, I doubt you would've come down here today for a hypothetical." He walked over to the sofa and planted himself next to her... invading her personal space.

"Okay, I have met someone," she confessed.

"Is it serious?" He wanted to know for his own personal edification.

"I don't know." She looked like a deer in the headlights. "I'd rather not say."

"Hmm... I gather you have some wild oats to sow?" He was starting to get a hard-on.

"Maybe... We were married so young. Before I got a chance to live." She tried to inch away without being too obvious. She didn't want to offend him. "Not that I regret the life I've lead. I love my children."

"I'm sure you do," he said. "Obviously, you're a wonderful mother. A born nurturer."

"Thank you for saying so." He was laying the flattery on a little thick and she could tell.

"So, are you looking for a fling or to start over with another man?" he asked daringly.

"I'm afraid to answer that question." He actually touched a nerve. "I try to avoid the issue."

"You can't avoid it forever," he explained. "You need to face your future."

"I know..." she agreed.

"I have a radical notion. A new form of counseling..." He was about to put his wicked plan into effect. "Do you recall how I had you and your husband role play as one another as way to vent your frustrations?"

"Yes," she said, puzzled by where he was going with this.

"Perhaps we should role play as two people on a first date?" he suggested.

"You and I? Now?" She was nonplus to the whole idea. "I don't know about that."

"How about we meet Friday night at Cafe La Isabella's for a simulated date?" he offered.

"Simulated?" She watched him write the address on a card. "Um...No, I don't think so."

"I think it would be best for you and your husband." He handed her the card in spite of her understandable reservations. "The sooner you figure things out; the better off you'll both be."

"Can I think about it and get back to you?" She prayed this would satisfy him.

"Very well," he compromised while smelling her perfume. "I'm here to help."

"Should we discuss this with my husband at our next session?" she asked.

"Let's keep it between us until you have more time to ruminate," he treaded softly.

"Okay," she said and that ended the private session.

Janelle exited quickly and Timothy continued his self gratifying ritual in the men's room. Janelle became more and more incensed on the drive home in her feminine red Lamborghini SUV. How dare he try and take advantage of her? To think she would betray the man she loved? That anything could come between herself and Duncan... the man she was clearly destined to be with? The only real man she had ever known. Not once on the drive did she at all consider her husband's feelings. Timothy had inadvertently pushed her further into the arms of Duncan.

***

Autumn was always Leonard's favorite time of year. He never enjoyed the warm weather, but he wasn't enjoying much of anything as of late. At least his mother was alone during the day and he could keep an eye on Duncan at night. He also heard from Billy Gomez for the first time in months.

With Halloween approaching, Billy wanted to resume a tradition of going to parties in Star Wars themed costumes. Leonard was dispirited, but perked up when Billy mentioned that Chelsea would be at the party. A double-edged sword. He wanted to see Chelsea, but didn't want to leave Duncan and Janelle alone all night. Maybe he should invite Duncan to the party? But did he want Duncan hanging around Chelsea? He gave it some thought and decided that if his mother wanted to be an idiot and risk her marriage over an affair with an asshole, then the hell with her. He was an adult now and was going to start leading his own life.

Billy picked Leonard up in a camper van before Duncan returned from his "job." Billy was Han Solo and Leonard was Chewbacca as a result of a coin flip. Billy thought about asking to use the bathroom or for a glass of water, so he could steal some glances at Janelle. He wondered what she was for Halloween? Maybe she could have been Princess Leah in her golden slave girl bikini to keep with the Star Wars theme? But since this was a reunion of sorts, Billy decided to not irk Leonard.

Leonard wasn't sure whose house the party was being held at, but once they arrived he kept the Chewie mask off, so Chelsea would easily recognize him. Billy initially hassled him about the mask, but mellowed after a few beers. Leonard mingled - as much as a shy withdrawn bookworm does - until he crossed paths with Chelsea, who was garbed as Catwoman... or more aptly described as sexy lingerie with cat ears thrown on.

"Hey, cutie!!" Chelsea was enjoying a cocktail. "Happy Halloween!!"

"Hey," responded a nervous Leonard. "Happy Halloween."

"My favorite holiday." She seemed tipsy, but not drunk. "How 'bout you?"

"It is now," he said as he admired her provocative costume.

She liked the attention and posed for him. "See anything you like?"

"You look great," he said as he blushed. "Cool costume."

"What are you?" She looked him up and down. "Like a monkey or something?"

"Or something..." Leonard just wasn't a smooth talker.

"You're so bashful." Luckily, she didn't mind. "I think that's adorable."

"So, still working at the dress shop?" he asked.

"No, I'm a hostess," she explained. "Working nights at Cafe La Isabella's."

"I hear that's a fancy place." Thank heavens this baggy Wookie costume hid his boner as he drank in her scantily clad body. "Good for you, Chelsea."

"Yeah, but I really had to finagle to get tonight off." She finished her drink and inched closer to him. "Working every night and sleeping during the day for months."

"Still living at home?" he wondered.

"No, I moved into that apartment downtown sooner than expected," she bragged.

"Cool," and that was the last he got to say to her at the party. Her friend Amanda - a real mother hen type bitch - dressed in a gaudy Moulin Rouge ensemble whisked Chelsea away. He didn't want to seem clingy, so he didn't pursue. He felt this meeting was a step in the right direction as this was the first time they had a conversation that didn't involve the name Duncan Flannagan.

***

Back at home, Janelle and Duncan were having a Halloween celebration of their own. Duncan was not dressed up for the occasion. He sat naked on the love seat in Janelle's bedroom... his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Wings of Desire" by Strawpeople played on the radio.

Janelle then exited the bathroom wearing a plaid mini skirt, a snug white satin blouse, thigh high silk stockings, and pair of black pumps. She also had her hair in pigtails and sported reading glasses. Whether she guised as slutty teacher or a catholic school girl was irrelevant to Duncan. Her blouse was semi-transparent and her pink nipples were perceptible. His cock was aching and he gave himself a couple strokes as he admired her, but she slapped his hand away.

"Naughty boy..." she scolded.

"Sorry." He loved how adventurous she had become.

"Trick or Treat?" she asked as she sauntered around the love seat.

"Treat..." he was more than happy to reply.

Janelle came back around the front of the love seat. She reached beneath her mini skirt and slowly peeled her thong panties down. "Before you get to fuck this pussy...you're gonna eat this pussy." She let the panties fall around her ankles and stepped out of them. "Down on the floor..." she commanded.

"Yes, ma'am" Duncan said with great vigor.

Janelle lifted the hem of her skirt and let him get a look at her neatly trimmed blonde pussy. Duncan licked his lips at the sight of that pretty little snatch. He was entranced and his hard cock continued to pulse.

"What are you waiting for?" Janelle asked in a sultry voice.

Duncan slid out of the love seat and went to his knees. "That's a good boy," Janelle said as she stroked the top of his head, then pulled his face between her thighs. He gave her pussy a soft kiss.

"Mmm...that's right..." Janelle purred. She spread her feet apart a few inches further, looking down at his head as he started to lick her trim little pussy lips. "Eat that pussy...eat it good..." Duncan stuck the tip of his tongue between her lips and pushed a half inch inside of her hot slit.

"Oh...Duncan!" Janelle exclaimed. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch, rotating her hips slightly. "Mmmmmm..." he murmured as he ate her cunt. She had the yummiest snatch he'd ever tasted... surpassing even Chelsea.

"That's so good..." Janelle whispered. "Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum, baby..." He pushed his tongue as far up her as he could. He badly wanted to earn HIS Halloween treat. "Oh...that's right," Janelle gasped. She started undulating herself against his mouth. "You're a good little pussy licker..."

"Oh...oh...fuck!" Janelle whimpered - her eyes closing - the orgasm that shot through her was sudden and violent. "Oh my god...Duncan..." She clutched his head to keep from falling. She felt a little gush of wetness inside her and she sighed contently.

Janelle helped him up and pushed him back into the love seat, her knees shaking as the orgasm she'd just had left her gasping for breath... her firm breasts heaving underneath her blouse. She shook her head, giving him a little smile. "You just earned yourself a treat... the best fuck of your life," she said in a voice bursting with lust. "You just let me do my thing, baby..." Janelle turned around and straddled him with her knees on the love seat and her hands on her thighs.

"Yes..." Duncan croaked, watching as she started lowering herself down to where his throbbing cock waited. "Fuck me...you hot little slut...fuck that big dick." Duncan was begging a woman... probably for the first time in his life. "Sit on it, baby. Sit on my cock..."

She pulled up her skirt and leaned back until his cock impaled her. He grabbed her waist and started to thrust up into her and she started riding him reverse cowgirl style on the love seat for several minutes. "OHH...YES! GOD! YES!!!" she moaned over and over. She even ripped her blouse open and her big tits were bouncing and wobbling all over the place, and her pigtails were bouncing to the fucking rhythm.

"FUCK ME! DUNCAN! FUCK MEEEE!!!" she moaned as he reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits. She was now leaning back into him as he held her on his cock. Duncan then reached one hand down - underneath her mini skirt - and started to rub her clit... she soon exploded again while digging her fingernails into his thighs. The pain only spurred him on.

"OHH...JESUS CHRIST!!!" she moaned louder as she now bucked back and forth wildly almost with the intent to break the seat. Just when she thought Duncan couldn't bring her to any greater sexual heights. "YES! FILL ME BABY! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM!!!" she moaned, continuing to buck wildly... not satisfied unless Duncan would cum too.

"YEAH! RIDE ME! RIDE MY BIG FUCKING COCK!!!" Duncan moaned as he gripped her hips and thrust up harder. He lasted another few minutes before granting her with what she craved. "AHH...FUCK...I'M CUMMING..." he groaned as he pulled her hips down and squirted his cum into her hot pussy. He continued to pump up into her until he could milk his cock no longer.

"Oooohhhhh... ummmmm..." she said as she relaxed on his cock and laid back on his chest.

"Happy Halloween, Mrs. Campbell?" he asked while squeezing her big tits a few more times.

"Yes... especially with a big, hard cock like yours, baby..." she cooed as he cradled her.

***

Janelle continued going through the motions of marriage counseling even though her heart just wasn't in it. She never took Timothy up on his offer nor did she inform her husband of what the good doctor was up to. She was at counseling when Duncan dropped by the house - when he was supposed to be working - to grab a six pack he'd left in the fridge. He then heard keys jiggling in the front door, which opened on its own as he'd not left it locked. Megan entered the living room carrying tupperware full of leftovers.

She was wearing low cut jeans and a pink tank top with spaghetti thin straps. An ensemble more appropriate for a younger woman, but she managed to pull it off. Since she discovered the door unlocked, she was searching for whoever was home. "Janelle? Leonard?" she called out. Duncan then stepped out of the kitchen with the beers and they caught each other off guard.

"Hey," Duncan said as he was quickly impressed by her curves.

"Oh...hi...Duncan?" she asked even though she recognized him from his photo.

"Yeah," he confirmed as his thick nine inch dick twitched. "And you are?"

"I'm Megan... Janelle's sister." She was hoping he'd heard about her.

"Nice to meet you," he said politely. "How did you know who I was?"

"Janelle mentioned that a friend of Leonard's was living here temporarily." She modeled herself for him as best she could with the plastic containers in her hands. "I brought these over for Janelle and Leonard. I was just going to leave them in the fridge."

"Well, let me help you..." Duncan placed his beers on the dining room table and relieved Megan of the tupperware. She gazed at his bulging muscles as he carried them into the kitchen. He made room for the leftovers in the fridge, then quickly rejoined her in the living room.

"Thank you," she said appreciatively. "Those would've been too heavy for my brother-in-law."

"Yeah, so I've heard." They both laughed mockingly at the man who pays the mortgage.

"So, you're a construction worker?" she asked.

"Yeah, on my lunch break," he clarified. "Was gonna bring these beers for my buddies."

"A man after my own heart," she praised. "Never too early to start a party."

"I'm in no rush." He displayed the six pack. "Join me?"

"Sure," she delighted. He motioned to the couch and they both sat down. He checked out her ass just as she sat - and her tank top rode up - and saw her sexy g-string and tramp stamp exposed. A woman after HIS own heart indeed. They each cracked open a beer and guzzled the suds. Both experienced drinkers.

"Is that your beat up station wagon out front?" she inquired.

"Yeah, it's a piece of crap but whatever." He chugged the rest of his beer and crushed the can. "I noticed your ink." He was obviously referring to her slutty lower back tattoo.

"Yeah?" She was not at all coy. "You like what you see?" She set her beer down on the coffee table and stood. She then turned around and lifted her shirt - positioning her ass directly in front of his face - just enough for him to examine her body art. He placed his strong hands on her alluring hips - as if was trying for a better look at the tattoo - and considered pulling her down onto his lap.

"Not bad," he complimented. "Leonard never mentioned having a sexy aunt." Duncan released her and she sat back down... somewhat disappointed and confused that he hadn't tried to feel her up more. She was getting older and not attracting men his age anymore. Too much competition from younger women. What did Janelle have that she didn't? She's never been jealous of her sister before.

Megan could discern the bottom half off his bicep dragon tattoo. "I showed you mine..." He obliged and rolled up his sleeve so she could see the design in all its glory. She scooted closer to him. "Mmm...that's hot..." she said as she ran her fingers down his arm just as her sister once had.

"Another beer?" he asked while basically eye fucking her.

"I shouldn't..." She felt her pussy moisten. "I'm driving..."

"What else did Janelle tell you about me?" Duncan knew by how Megan salivated that Janelle told her everything. That he was packing a mammoth in his pants AND knew how to use it. But was Megan testing his fidelity? Was this a trap? Or would she betray her sister?

"Nothing," she said while spying the massive tent he was pitching in his jeans.

"I can't get over how sexy you are..." he whispered into her ear and she giggled.

"Janelle should have warned me what a charmer you are..." Megan began rubbing his thigh though his jeans and then he started to kiss between her temple and ear. "Umm...what time does Leonard get home?" she asked as he continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. He knew with that question that she wanted him... that she needed his cock. She was a slut who needed validation. Not much of a challenge - which he usually preferred - but he could be charitable and give her a pity fuck.

"I'm not sure..." He then reached up with his free hand and gripped her chin. "I'm not too worried about it..." He turned her face to him and planted a kiss on her lips.

All the encouragement that Megan needed and she stuck her tongue into his mouth. Their lips started to smack as their tongues wrestled and she feverishly rubbed his dick through his jeans. He didn't hesitate to reach both hands down and grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. She then wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced in a long wet kiss.

He continued to paw at her ass as they made out. Her legs shifted a bit, and she was now practically lying on top of him. He stopped kissing her to whisper, "Did you come around hoping that I'd fuck you?" She didn't respond. She just smiled her naughty smile and kissed him back.

His hands moved up from her ass and slipped under her tank top. They continued kissing and his hands were roaming all over her back and chest, searching for the clasp on her bra. She had moved her leg over so that she was now straddling him on the couch. He pulled up on her tank top, but then they were alerted to chatter outside the house. It was Leonard exchanging pleasantries with the mailman. Duncan pushed Megan off and they tried composing themselves.

Leonard entered the house and caught them on the couch. His aunt's lipstick smudged.

"Aunt Megan?" Once again he was thrown for a loop.

"Hi, sweetie." She was quite flustered. "I dropped off some leftovers and met your friend."

"Shouldn't you be at work?" he scowled at Duncan.

"Lunch break," Duncan said smugly.

"But I have to get going now," Megan asserted. "Tell your mom I said hi."