MWM Bisexual Musings

Donnie and Serina hooked up in her garage after working on her father's house, getting it ready for sale after he passed. Donnie helped her get some patio furniture home and they banged before the kids got home from school and her husband got off work.

She was put in charge of finishing the yard work around the house and a couple weeks later Serina called and arranged for them to continue the work on a Saturday. Donnie's wife, Mel, thought this was such a nice thing to do for her in-law's family.

Thanks as always toJacobRiley49for the editing.

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Shane and Emilia were at the house working inside, so we couldn't be too obvious. Serina smiled widely seeing me and gave me a hug thanking me for coming as there was so much brush and dead wood still lying about the long lot attached to the house.

"I've masturbated thinking of you multiple times the past couple of weeks," she said, giving me an evil grin.

She was in a tighter outfit today. The temperature was more towards normal - starting cool and going to get to almost 60 by the afternoon. She had a touch of make-up on, her eyes with some lashes and lip gloss on her full, red lips.

"We have a lot of work to do," I said, reminding her of our purpose. "I can't be hauling branches and logs out of here with a hard on."

She laughed and we got to work.

I wanted to stay over lunch, maybe hammer her in this garage, but she had to go check on her kids at a friend's, so I ate with Shane and Emilia.

"We are so appreciative of everything," Emilia, Serina's older sister said. "And Serina couldn't say enough about you helping with her furniture and with some things 'in the garage.'"

I about did a spit take, but smiled and said it was nothing, just something with the boat.

We got back and worked hard through the afternoon, Serina was an hour later back than she wanted, and we worked till 5 p.m.

My wife, Mel, called to say she was going to head out with her friend Sherrie who's Dad had just died and not to wait up as Sherrie was a partier and needed something to release everyone too.

We cleared about three-quarters of the things and slid behind the garage, Serina taking my hand and pulling me in for a kiss.

"You have no reason to trust me, but do!" she said, the wicked smile made my cock harden. "We're going to take Shane and Emilia to Dad's favorite bar."

"Okay..."

"And meet my husband," she said and scampered off with a giggle.

"What the fuck?" I muttered and followed as she went into the house.

It was getting warmer and she'd taken off her long-sleeved top, revealing a tight 3/4 sleeved t-shirt, her breasts propped up in a regular bra, her tights were holding the arse cheeks I had grabbed fucking her nicely.

"Jimmi's meeting us there?" Emilia said, getting things ready to lock up.

"Yeah, Mom's got the kids," Serina said, winking at me.

"Ooo...you be careful...... last time..."

"Shhh..." Serina put her finger to her lips.

Shane came up and we all took off for 'The Elbow Room', six blocks northwest of the house.

We got to the bar; the first couple of beers went down so smoothly after a hard day's work. Serina was back to treating me like I was invisible, but that had led to a hot afternoon's fuck in the garage a couple weeks prior.

I hung with Shane playing pool and discussing our brother in-law, the house and his wife, Emilia's, relationships with the rest of the family. It was dysfunctional for sure, but in that moment, rallying around the sale of the house, it was somewhat normal.

"I'd like to thank you for all your help; you and Serina have done a great job outside," he said, buying everyone a shot of their Dad's favourite bourbon, Elijiah Craig. "She's actually surprised me with her work and being around more."

"To Dad!" Emilia said, as we toasted him with the shot, all of us getting another.

"Have you met Jimmi?" Shane asked as he approached. "Jimmi, this is Donnie..."

"Yeah, Serina filled me in on her brother's in-law," his slapped me five and dapped me up. "Good to meet you formally. A little game of pool?"

He nodded toward an empty table. I gave him a "sure" and we headed over there. I noticed Serina talking to a group of construction workers at the bar, they were both obviously regulars, her hand on one of their shoulders while his arm was around her waist.

I saw this situation for what it truly was in that moment. "Hey, Emilia and I have to go get the kids from daycare, we're pushing it for sure," Shane said and they both gave a round of hugs and handshakes.

"Knock out?" Serina asked coming over after saying goodbye to her sister.

"With stakes?" Jimmi asked.

"Of course? Donnie, you in?" she said with a wink.

"Tell me..."

"Winner gets choice, that's all I'll say...remember trust me?" She was looking into my soul finding the darkest, inner thoughts while I looked at them back and forth, Jimmi staring knowingly at me and then her.

"Fuck...you only live once...I'm in."

She giggled and grabbed a cue. "You've got little ones, Jimmi; Donnie has big ones and I'm in the middle."

"I like that," Jimmi said.

"How did you two meet?" I asked, my move in pool always to distract. Jimmi was short, unimpressive, he had that small man's tone, always interjecting first.

"She was a stripper," he said, her rising from cuing the ball for a moment, but let it go. "I was front row every night dropping dollars in that G-string of hers."

CRACK!

The balls went everywhere hard and fast; Serina knew her way around a pool table.

Nothing went in.

"Tough titties, Babe," Jimmi said and nodded at me to go.

"Eventually I felt sorry for him and I accepted his 50th offer for a date."

I knocked in an a easy one of Serina's.

"Ooo...you'll pay for that later, Donnie."

"We banged, she got pregnant, three kids later here we are."

I knocked in one of Jimmi's.

"The first one is yours, the rest...not so much." Serina added.

I missed my next shot.

"Really?" I commented, not surprised from my experience with her and watching her with the men and women at the bar. "Your marriage is open then."

"Ha!" Jimmi said, knocking in one of hers.

"Twat!" she exclaimed at him. Serina was very competitive. "It was never closed."

Jimmi missed and she got into position, knocking in two each of ours before missing. Jimmi was down to one and she and I down to two.

"Choice means who dictates what happens later when you come home with us," Jimmi said, watching me line up his last ball and knocking it in the corner pocket.

"Fuck, I'm at both your mercy."

I missed the next.

"So, you know about us in the garage?"

Serina was surprised, then impressed.

"No. She just indicated earlier to me that she wanted you tonight." Jimmi said. "Tell me more."

I was feeling the alcohol, still drinking a beer and two shots of bourbon. My cock hardened from the history lesson on Serina. I moved to him, my body displacing his until he was backed into the corner.

"I pushed her up against your boat, rammed her from behind before we crawled up, my dick went down her throat and then we fucked on the back cushions."

He looked over at her, then back at me.

CRACK! CRACK!

Both of my balls left the table in two quick shots from Serina.

"And now I get to tell you both how this all moves forward." Her eyes were wanton and steely. "Let's go. Meet us at home."

Jimmi moved past me, then out the door. She stood looking at me.

"He's OUR little cuck, got it?!"

"Loud and clear."

I pulled into their driveway, just a couple of miles away; my raging hard on pressing into my underwear. I had called my wife - it was just 7 p.m. - and they were heading to dinner. I told her Serina and her husband were having me over for dinner.

"That's nice..." she said we chatted about some things then we hung up. I was in the clear and left my conscious back at the bar with the second shot.

"My choice is, Donnie leads us both tonight." Without hesitation, Serina stated whilst we were all in the kitchen and handed out beers.

"Head upstairs Jimmi, let me tell him how this works."

I'd read enough, chatted enough online and my darkest fantasies just laid themselves out before me in the form of a stripper and her diminutive husband.

"No BITCH! Let ME tell YOU how this is going to work!" I said loud enough so Jimmi could hear, I moved and pressed my hand to Serina's throat. "You and YOUR CUCK HUSBAND are my playthings tonight!"

She smiled large, my aggression what she wanted and needed.

SPANK!

My hand hit her tight arse, the leggings showing it's form nicely wiggling from the hit.

"DROP!"

I pushed her head down to the floor, she fell to her knees, looking up and taking her hair-tie out, the long thick hair spilling everywhere.

"Pull off your top and bra!" I commanded and slipped out of my sweatshirt and shirt. She scrambled and finally I saw her beautiful breasts, larger than they had looked in her shirt, nipples long and pointed. Her dark hair splayed out behind her, mouth waiting and she licked her lips.

I dropped my sweats, my cock sprung out. Her hand reached up, brought it to her lips. She spat on it twice, rubbed it in looking up at me, our minds in sync, one body together, once she stuck me inside and pushed back.

"SWALLOW IT CUNT!" I screamed, wanting Jimmi to know what I was doing while he waited for us upstairs. "OHH! YES! YOU ARE GOOD!"

"Gmffttt! GMMFTT!" she played into our solitary game without our cuck.

I was naked, getting my crank swallowed, the windows open, there was still light coming in from the setting sun.

"GMFFT! GMMFFT! GMMFT!"

She pushed onto my dick, her breasts jiggling, I could wait to get my hands on them, except I wanted to get my first load out of the way AND have a gift for our little man upstairs.

"OHH Baby...pull it out and stroke it..."

"Gmfftt! Ohh..."

She used the wetness of her throat and jacked me, knowing my plan without words, we knew our roles and what needed to happen.

"Almost...oh...Ohhh!"

She pointed my cock at her chest and I released three long ropes of cum that glanced off her chin, neck, breasts and stomach, before she took me in her mouth and sucked the remaining spunk out.

Serina rose to her feet, kissed me gently. I licked the drop from her chin and we headed for the steps, me naked, she still had her leggings on.

"WE HAVE YOUR DINNER!" I yelled up and stairs to Jimmi.

Walking into their pristine bedroom, (I would later find out that Jimmi was Serina's slave on certain days and kept the house in shape) he was on the made bed's comforter, laying forward, naked, in a 'child's pose' position.

"Come clean my chest!" She commanded, Jimmi hopped up, his face chest high, his mouth opened and he lapped and sucked the cum from her flesh.

My cock was dangling limp, having expelled a large load. With my older age, it was going to take some time to recover. Watching her taste me and ingest me, was getting the spark going, but I was several minutes out from fucking her in front of him.

She turned to me, pushing him back onto the bed.

"Strip off your leggings," I said, standing there, dick hanging.

She stood, slipped the waistband down, over her hips and thighs, leaning forward, breasts dangling. Her shaven snatch had a little stubble from the week prior. Her body had vines with roses and other flowers tastefully positioned across her hips, torso, above her breasts and arms.

"Open your legs," I said to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. I knelt at her altar.

Jimmi could hear her take me in, my tongue probed and she was laying back on him moaning.

"OHhh...Donnie...Sir..." She ground her hips around my head, letting me devour her deliciousness.

I inhaled her fragrance, tasted her wet, work-sweaty snatch, her thighs squeezing and letting go. My hands were around her legs waiting for my cock to awaken to pry her open and take her on top of her husband.

I saw her hand move to Jimmi's small dick, not noting it at all, her hand covering it all with tiny strokes.

"Ohhh..baby..." he gasped, I'm sure she was squeezing his balls, milking the small udder of a cock like a dairy cow.

I pushed up into her, my lips then my chin rubbing hard against her flesh and clit.

"Jesus! H! OHHH!"

My cock hardened and I stood, pushing up and inside her quickly.

"OH! YOU'RE BACK! FUCK! OK! OHHH!"

I railed her like I had a 12" dick (really just over 1/2 that) and rammed her into her husband.

"OH! I LIKE! OHHH!"

My hands were on her thighs pushing her into Jimmi, pulling her away and repeating.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!"

I was leaning into her, my cock screaming hard and numb. I pulled out fast and turned her over, pushing her face into Jimmi crotch, his little dick right at her lips.

"SUCK IT, BITCH!" I commanded, fucking her harder from behind, her mouth searching for his tiny dick. He looked over at me then back at her.

"Mmft! Mmft! Mmft! Mmft! Mmft! Mmft!"

She had gotten to it. There was no deep throating needed as his dick didn't extend back; I could understand why she wanted an open check to fuck whoever.

I turned her to be along with his body, hers in his legs, my knees on the bed propping her arse up and grabbing her hips, fucking her from behind.

"Mmft! Mmft! Mmft! Mmft!"

"OH! BITCH! OH!"

The noises and smells were glorious, the wetness against the hard cock, the bounce of the bed. We were rolling.

"SHIT!" Jimmi called out spewing his load into Serina's mouth. She stayed on it, sucking him clean while I pounded her again and again.

"Gmmftt!" She gargled his seed.

My hips slapped the backs of her thighs again and again. I was branding this body as mine, taking her in front of her husband and riding as long as the numbness stayed settled inside.

Then she turned.

"BABY, FINISH IN ME!" she cried out. "FUCK ME LIKE YOU CAN IMPREGNATE ME!"

Shit.

I felt the build beginning as I slid in and out of her "prime meat" cunt.

"YOU GOT IT, TRAMP!" I exclaimed.

SPANK! SPANK!

I bounced my hand on her arse; Jimmi began to crawl out from under her.

SPANK! SPANK!

"HARDER, BABY!"

SPANK!!! SPANK!!!

"OOoo...stud!"

Fuck.

I pushed inside her and released my second load, reaching around and pinching her nipples, holding those large breasts in my hands.

"OHHH! YES!" YES!"

She orgasmed just after me.

I fell on top of her, moving to her face, not kissing her because of Jimmi's spunk, my hands on her breasts, playing, just looking into her eyes.

"Go brush and, will you 'dick-less man', make us something to eat?"

"Yes Sir," she said, getting up with a grin. "And he will..."

I'd had two orgasms and I didn't come down from either, high on the alcohol and the role I was thrust into. Serina watched me as she brushed and then went a step further and washed her face. I stared at her breasts, bouncing nicely, great shape for a mother of three, nipples just slightly on the downward hang.

Jimmi had scurried downstairs and I heard things banging in their kitchen.

I watched Serina walk into her closet and pull out two robes.

"We've had others over..." she said, looking me in the eye. "Want a game of pool in our rec room downstairs while we wait for dinner?"

"That would be great, Child."

I said it, establishing our relationship forever, my dominance over her and obviously over Jimmi. I wanted to fuck her one more time, complete the trifecta of entry; take her arse over their pool table.

We meandered down the steps, through the kitchen. She reached out and took my hand, weaving our fingers, walking past Jimmi who barely looked up.

"He's a great cook," she said as we made it down to the basement.

It was the same length as the modest house we had been clearing but was finished and had a bar at the other end. I wanted to see her leaning over so I said, "I'll rack if you get us a couple of drinks."

I kissed her, letting the fingers go, pressing into the flesh under her breast, lifting once and suckling the nipple.

"Mmmm...." she cooed before I released her and she dropped her robe, slipping behind the bar.

"You play your role very well, Sir."

I grinned, serious, but acknowledging her compliment.

She walked over to find a cue. I met her at the wooden holder, my hands pressed on those breasts, my mouth on her neck, she leant into me and turned to kiss me. Our lips met, she rotated and reached down, massaging my limp cock.

"Sir, you please me!" she breathed, cupping my balls and squeezing, wanting me to come back to life. Her head went downward and stopped at my nipples kissing them, sucking them, her hand still massaging the lifeless flesh between my legs.

I hadn't cum twice in one hour for a long, long time. This was the only time I thought about my wife, and it wasn't guilt, it was something else. I'd stepped into a fantasy; a performance, and it felt as if I was the lead in a play starring Serina and myself. We were in Act Two, but there was no conflict, just discovery.

We released and I motioned for her to break, getting my drink, looking over her tattooed body, the fine lines and even some of the remnants of aging that she had been working on. From the side I'd admired her breasts dangling almost to the edge of the table and how they shook and danced while breaking with a familiar "SNAP", the crispness of her strike.

She was good, knocking in three of hers before yielding to me. This wasn't going to take long and I felt myself rising, watching her do her thing, one of her many talents I would discover, I put in two of mine, and she was lining up the last shot.

That clack and drop of the ball in the hole signalled my approach, setting down my drink, moving to her backside, kissing her neck. My cock rose, it had been up and down the whole game, and I slid lower kissing down her back to her arse.

My hands parted her cheeks and her tiny hole was presented to me, she looked over her shoulder, watching my mouth open and cover it, tongue now rimming it's exterior. She relaxed it, pushing like she had to release excrement, my tongue slipping inside.

"Mmmm...Baby...ohhh..."

There was no rush. I moved my hand to her pussy, licking over her taint to the bottom side of her cunt before moving back up, my fingers inserting inside her.

"Oh...Sssir....Mmmmm"

I could smell the funk of my sperm inside, mixing with her growing excitement, I moved to her hole again, calling up some spit mixed with phlegm and depositing in on the hole, running it around the edge and pushing some inside.

"Fffuccck...." she moaned.

I stood, spitting again in my hands and rubbing my cock.

"You ready bitch..." I said softly.

"Fuck my arse," she pleaded, her eyes low, her voice deep and sultry.

I moved my cock to her entrance, kissing her from the side, then pushed forward. She was so experienced I slipped inside easily, my head popping in and my shaft halfway deep.

"Ohhh...Sir..."

I reached around and found her clit. I wanted to hear her orgasm again. It would send me over the edge, although the night, and where we were; what we were doing had a pretty good start mentally transferring into my physical body.

"FffuCK!" she wailed, my cock driving forward, pulling back and going tip to balls inside her.

"YES! FUCK ME!"

I was sliding in and out of her fast in an instant, keeping my hand down in her crotch, pushing inside her pussy in rhythm with my thrusts.

"Oh! OH! OH! Oh!"

I saw Jimmi's shadow at the top of the stairs, listening to us banging on the pool table, I thrust a third finger inside, pushing in deeper while my cock busted her again and again.

"JESUS! SHIT! OH! FUCK!"

I enjoyed the moment of extreme hardness, while not feeling the need to cum yet, the sound of her taking it from me, the echoes reaching her husband's ears. I was in complete control and wanted to stay in the moment forever.