44 comments/ 126361 views/ 14 favorites Donna's Fall Ch. 01 By: joelight Donna Gardner, a very pretty 37-year-old mother of two, was on her way to an appointment with her OB/GYN. She has been experiencing pain in her abdomen and has had vaginal soreness and irritation for the last three days. She thought it would go away on its own but after hearing of several cases of cervical cancer in the neighborhood she is scared and wants to rule it out. This is Donna's first appointment with Dr. Julie Donovan as her former OB/GYN just retired. When picking her out of the brochure of doctors Donna remembers her as being very pretty but sort of plain looking in a doctor sort of way. There were only two doctors that had openings for new patients and the other was a male who Donna really didn't want. Dr Donovan was from California and graduated with honors from USC. Her personnel file was very impressive as Donna remembered it. Donna knew this because she was privy to some of the doctor's and patient's files at the local HMO thanks to her husband Greg who worked in the IT department. In fact this was about the only perk Greg received working in the information services area where he sometimes copied files onto his laptop to bring home and peruse. He wasn't supposed to look at any of this stuff and the HMO had very strict rules but lets face it if you are the fox guarding the hen house aren't you going to have a snack once and a while. It was Greg's previous boss that started this practice and after he left Greg just kept it going. It was a voyeuristic thrill to look at some of their rich neighbors health woes. It made them feel better about themselves. She especially liked some of the psychology write-ups on their bitchy neighbor Kara. One other event kept intruding on Donna's thoughts though. It was something she was ashamed of; so ashamed she pretty much blocked it out of her conscious. It was about ten days ago that this shall we say event took place. Donna was an independent sales rep for a small graphic art supply company. She traveled locally to print shops, artist's studios and the like selling them materials and equipment. It was a fun job, not too much stress and the commissions were pretty good. One of the trade shows she was required to work was the SGIA Expo in Las Vegas. The company she worked for didn't have representation in the western states but wanted to have a presence there so as a condition of her employment she agreed to "man" the booth at the show once a year so the owners wouldn't have to go. She enjoyed the freedom this show offered her as she was from out of the territory and not a lot of people knew her. She felt she didn't always have to be on, like her New England shows. It was at this trade show that Donna finally succumbed to an irresistible temptation, a temptation she could no longer resist. But first a little more about Donna Gardner and her life. Donna lives with her family in a very nice, upscale leafy suburb of Boston. She has been married to Greg Gardner for exactly 15 years. Her husband Greg is a salt of the earth type guy. You could characterize his looks in one word: plain or generic. He is a faithful husband, hard working, great to the kids and in general just one of those good guys you see a lot around the suburbs of America. Everyone around town loves him. Although Donna felt this was all well and good she also felt they didn't have to live with him 24/7. Donna felt guilty having these feelings. She felt Greg was so irritating exactly because he was so nice and predictable. Their life had become so nice and predictable and unfortunately boring. Donna in contrast was a knockout. Her heritage was French/Italian. She was 5' 9" tall, had wavy shoulder length blonde hair that naturally framed her very pretty face. Big bluish green eyes, a perfect straight nose and strong but feminine jaw line with matching cheekbones and a big beautiful smile. She in addition had a body to match. She rarely ever showed off her body in the past but the last two years she has been religiously working out and becoming more confident. Her stomach was as flat as before she had kids. Her breasts were not too big but a perfect B cup. They were very erotic in that they had a teardrop shape capped by very sexy puffy nipples that were rather large in comparison to her size. This was something she was always self-conscious about in high school and college. Lately Donna has been having strange feelings. She is regretting her lost youth or at least that time in her life when she should have been having fun. It's just that her sex life had become so routine and boring that she felt sometimes like screaming. Greg despite all of those positive qualities just didn't cut it in the romance and sexual mystique department. This never used to bother Donna because she felt in life you have to make trade offs, but for some reason, possibly age, she was thinking about sex more and more. She was even into wearing sexier clothes, a far cry from a few years ago when her daily wardrobe consisted of oversize Champion sweatshirts and sweatpants. She noticed her personality had been changing as well. Instead of avoiding men altogether she now enjoyed their attention, and yes even the occasional whistle or hoot. Donna felt so guilty when fantasizing about other men that she could hardly think straight at times. It didn't help that there was temptation around every corner. The years had gone by so fast what with both of them trying to establish themselves in their careers, the kids, school and extended family. It was all a big blur. Donna thought maybe she shouldn't have been in such a hurry to get married. She keeps thinking about what fun it would have been dating a lot of men and having a lot of different experiences. Donna knew that she was once a very insecure young woman and was really looking for someone safe and secure. When she was younger she would sometimes just freeze when a good-looking man approached her. She couldn't handle the attention back then and was looking for someone "safe" that didn't make her feel insecure. Someone that would be faithful to her. She was ashamed to admit it but someone she could control, and yes someone she could even manipulate. Greg fit the bill. Donna attended church every Sunday and volunteered at the kid's Catholic school and had never been unfaithful to her husband all these years. Why did she act so impulsively now? It was true that she didn't find Greg attractive sexually anymore but that was no reason to do what she did. Their sex life had been pretty dormant. Her husband Greg wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't that good looking either. He was relatively short with a receding hairline and not in the greatest of shape. Most people wouldn't put the two together and that bothered Donna. Over the past 15 years of their marriage Greg had not aged that well. As far as Donna goes she looks almost 10 years younger. She worked out all the time at the local athletic club. Lately when meeting new people especially at business gatherings she would avoid introducing Greg as her husband hoping he wouldn't notice. At one seminar she attended with Greg she was in the bathroom and overheard one of her clients whispering to another client that Greg wasn't even in Donna's league. Donna kept as quiet as a mouse in the stall until they had left. She knew that the comment was probably correct but she felt bad anyway. She wondered what it would be like to be married to a tall handsome man, someone with charisma and a big smile. She was smart enough to understand the grass wasn't always greener on the other side of the fence but she was just so tempted to find out. She knew deep down that Greg was a great guy and a lot of women would consider themselves lucky to be married to him but Donna wanted a break or a pause in their marriage; something she sadly knew wasn't possible. One particular situation that troubled her happened only last week. They were out to dinner at this crowded restaurant waiting at the bar for a seat to open up. Greg was glued to the TV watching golf so Donna struck up a conversation with this handsome businessman named Jeff sitting alone next to her. He was in his early 40's and very distinguished looking. He was reading his emails on his iPhone and overall looking pretty bored. He turned out to be not only good looking but also funny and a great conversationalist. Donna was laughing at what he had just said when all of a sudden one of Donna's clients Sara Bristol came over and greeted her with a big hug, she had obviously been at the bar for awhile, and said, "Wow Donna now I know why you've been hiding him all these years, I would hide him too." Donna sat there turning four shades of red as she looked at Sara eyeing this guy she had just met up and down all goo goo eyes thinking he was her husband. Donna stammered, "Oh, hey Sara so nice to see you but this ah...nice gentleman is not my husband, Greg is my husband and he is right here." Sara was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say except to nervously laugh and exchange pleasantries with Greg. Luckily for Donna and Sara the maitre d' came over to take them to their table. About a half hour later on the way to use the women's room Sara came up to Donna and said what a nice guy Greg was and how down to earth he seemed to be, obviously trying to make up for the social faux pas she had committed. She pleasantly smiled and thanked her and told her she would call her next week. Upon exiting the women's room she was approached by one of the bartenders who handed her something and pointing said, "This is from the gentleman at the bar." She looked down and found it was Jeff's business card with the word "over" handwritten on the front. She turned it over and written on the back were the words, "You are beautiful I'm in town and lonely for the next few days, call me!" cell 610-325-4521". She gasped but at the same time instinctively looked over to where he was seated. They locked eyes for what seemed like a minute but was probably more like 3 seconds. He stood up drank the last of his martini put the glass on the bar and slowly walked toward the exit. Donna felt it was so surreal, like a scene straight out of a B movie. She didn't know what to do. She knew she should have yelled at him and thrown something in his direction after all he knew she was married. She noticed however a strange feeling come over her. It was a feeling she hadn't had in quite some time. She didn't want to admit it but it was a sexual feeling, an awakening I guess you could call it. It was a dirty and secretive feeling, almost like she was a slutty housewife. On the way back to the table she felt strange, glancing at the mirror Donna noticed her excitement had traveled pretty quickly to her chest, as her nipples were very noticeable. She felt like the most sexy and beautiful woman in the world. As she sat down she could feel moistness beginning to saturate her panties, she was so embarrassed. She sat there staring at Greg, dizzy and confused, he was saying something to her but couldn't understand him, all she kept thinking about was what just happened. There were some incidents at the athletic club Donna belonged to that bothered her as well. The first so called incident happened as she was hanging around the lobby trying to catch her breath after a six mile run. She was out of breath and sweating and needed a few minutes to unwind before going to the locker room. She unzipped her oversized hoodie and placed it on a chair as her body was overheating; revealing a tight black Lycra camisole with a matching pair of mid thigh Lycra boy cut shorts. Donna had always admired the shape of her thighs in these types of shorts as it accentuated her natural muscle tone and shapely ass. She was a little self conscious about revealing so much skin especially knowing that her nipples were probably visible through the thin lycra but since she was headed to the locker room in a few minutes she thought what the hell. She was especially proud of her stomach, as it was as flat as a board and well defined from all the sit-ups she'd been doing. She had often wondered about the purpose of working out so much when no one ever saw her body to appreciate it. Greg never seemed to care how she looked always saying she looked great whether she was six months pregnant or dressed up going out on a Friday night. She had her hair up in a ponytail that came out the back of her black Nike cap with a few wisps of blonde strands strategically falling to the side of her face for good measure. Usually when she wore this outfit it attracted a lot of attention from the opposite sex, and that was with the hoodie on. The occasional hoots and hollers from passing cars made her feminist side recoil in absolute disgust but another side of her felt a tinge of pride and satisfaction. Just as these thoughts passed through her mind who should come out of the pool door but Justin Murphy having, Donna surmised, just completed his workout. Justin a competitive swimmer was an old college acquaintance of Greg's, Donna didn't know him that well and Greg and he weren't that friendly, but nonetheless he had come right over to her. Donna was a little put off at how he came right up to her and gave her a semi hug even though she was still sweating and breathing pretty heavily. She thought it odd he saw nothing impolite about invading her private space. "The arrogance of men, oh well I'm certainly not going to back off." She thought. To be honest Donna didn't mind Justin being so close as he was very easy on the eyes. He was a big guy and pretty tall. She liked having to look up at a man when in conversation. With Greg she was always eye-to-eye so she decided to take this moment and enjoy. Since he had just come from his workout in the pool he was wearing just his Speedo and a towel draped around his neck and workout sandals. He looked like he worked out a lot and Donna couldn't help but notice his muscular rounded shoulders and his flat stomach and of course a certain natural bulge manifesting itself against his Speedo. Donna was in an animated conversation with the semi-naked Justin laughing and enjoying the physical closeness when she suddenly becomes aware that she was breaking one of her steadfast rules when talking to men. She was touching his arm slightly when making a point. Something she tends not to do with men since they inevitably take it as a signal she is interested in something more. It was even more provocative given their state of dress. Justin interrupted her train of thought mentioning that he had bumped into Greg recently at the club in of all places the showers and continuing said that, "He looked kind of down." Donnas response wasn't the nicest as she said, "Oh well, you know Greg." Justin responded by raising his eyebrows saying, "Yeah, I know Greg alright...but you got a really nice guy there you know." "Ouch that hurt," she thought. He continued, "But you look fantastic, I can't believe that body of yours has produced two kids, what's your secret?" Donna looked down embarrassed at the remark and noticed her nipples were now very visible. For some reason she started visualizing Justin and Greg next to each other in the showers and could just picture Justin towering over Greg. "Hey would you like to go get a cup of coffee at the Panera's up the street, I mean are you busy right now?" Justin asked. This took Donna by surprise and every instinct in her body wanted to say yes, but what came out of her mouth was a lame, "Oh um no I really couldn't I should get back to work, but um, I'll take a rain check if that's OK," she stammered like a school girl. "I really should get back to work." "No problem," Justin said as he slowly slid the towel down off his shoulders with one hand so that now he was standing there in just his Speedo. There was an awkward silence as Justin lingered staring into Donna's eyes. "Well if things change just let me know, you can leave a message for me at the front desk right over there." Donna smiling responded weakly, "Uh OK." Justin turned slowly and walked away...she was sure so that he could better show off his tight ass and long lean muscular legs. "Uugh!" she sighed, biting her lower lip as she watched his ass go off into the sunset. A short while later while sitting in her car in the parking lot outside the club ready to go home she thought to herself, "What the hell just happened?" On the one hand she felt Justin was sort of sleazy for coming on to her like that, on the other hand she was giddy with delight that a guy as handsome as that and a man who could probably bed any woman in the gym came on to her. She thought about the thrill of being so close to him, his manly smell and the feel of his warm muscular arms when they hugged. Donna wondered why she kept touching his arm when making a point. Did she give him the wrong message? She wondered if it was something suppressed in her that wanted him to know she found him attractive. She knew that she wanted to accept Justin's invitation and that she would have loved to have coffee with him. Donna felt guilty, but knew declining was the right thing to do; she was married. She felt at least it was a good shot to her ego. Her thoughts wondered to Greg. Donna wondered if Justin saw Greg in the showers and then decided to make a move on her. She was embarrassed to think that he had seen her husband naked in the showers wondering if that was the reason he came on to her. She then thought about what Justin would look like sans Speedo. Again, thoughts of guilt crept into her thoughts. But her thoughts wouldn't stop right there and she started visualizing Greg and Justin next to each other in the showers and could see Justin towering over Greg with his ripped body, full head of hair and pearly white teeth. She thought of those Planet Earth specials where only the fittest survive. She thought of the male whales that surround a female and fight great battles with each other to see who will have the privilege of mating with her. It was all so animalistic yet Donna felt humans weren't much different. She could picture Justin going up to Greg and laying him out with one punch and then grabbing her, throwing her to the ground and fucking the shit out of her. She hated to admit it was a fantasy that got her very excited. The fact that men would try to beat each other up for the right to have sex with her and would ignore other woman really turned her on. Needless to say that is not what she wanted to happen as she abhorred violence but she had read somewhere that what repulses you also in a weird way could hold a strong attraction for you too. She knew these were just fantasies and not reality. She wasn't going to cheat on Greg; She hadn't up to this point so why would she start now. She couldn't afford a divorce and she wouldn't subject the kids to that. Although she did notice just recently an increase in the number of fantasies she was having, she thought it might just be a passing phase, a female mid-life crisis or something. She figured she would have to find women's only gym because of the number of men hitting on her. What surprised Donna was some of the men knew Greg and still were compelled to hit on her. What were they thinking, that Greg was a nerd or lame ass in bed? Why did these questions she was asking trouble her so. Was it because they hit too close to home? When she started having strange feelings for her 28-year-old personal trainer she knew it was definitely time to switch clubs. This she felt would put an end to her new found sexual feelings and longings. She recently won (at her daughters school auction) four weeks of personal training with Josh, one of the personal trainers at the gym. At first she loved it, as Josh was a great motivator. It also didn't hurt that Josh was drop dead gorgeous. He was 6'2" tall and of course in great shape, shaggy sandy blonde hair to go with piercing blue eyes. He was quite the package. Donna's Fall Ch. 01 But when Donna started checking out his form when he wasn't looking and enjoying the intimacy and the closeness they shared she got really scared. She really questioned herself when one night before her workout with Josh she spent about 5 minutes looking for a place to hide some breath mints as her new Lulu Lemon workout clothes were lacking pockets. She finally put them in her sock toward the back of her sneaker, where she figured she could reach for them nonchalantly. She also questioned her motivation for buying the thinner of the two Lycra bra tops knowing that her nipples would be more visible once she started exercising, she convinced herself it was the nicer of the two colors but she wondered if that was the real reason. She chalked these actions up as normal female behavior but wondered if deep down inside something else was going on. What really broke the camels back happened one fall Sunday. It was really early and she met Josh at the club before it opened for regular members. She was lying down stretching and Josh was standing directly in front of her going through his warm ups when he got a call on his cell. Donna finished her stretching sat up and was staring inadvertently directly at Josh's crotch, his Under Armour bike shorts inches from her; he apparently hadn't put on his sweats yet for their jog together. Donna immediately looked away but Josh was in a real animated conversation and didn't notice Donna at all. Donna continued with her sit-ups but on the next set hesitated in front of Josh to get a better peek. She didn't understand why she would take another look but she also knew that something she couldn't explain was in control. After her eyes adjusted their focus she could not believe what she was seeing. Right in front of her 15 year married eyes was the faint yet unmistakable outline of Josh's penis. She let out a little gasp of breath that was just audible, Josh looked down in concern but Donna quickly recovered and pretended to be in the middle of stretching her neck. "Don't ever get old Josh," was Donnas' quick reply. Josh barely responded and went back to the conversation he was having. That was when Donna knew she could get a better look. Her pulse was pounding and her mouth was dry. She felt on the one hand silly sneaking peeks at her personal trainer but on the other hand hadn't had sex in quite some time and could use some excitement even if she told herself it wouldn't amount to anything. She just couldn't believe what she just saw and had to confirm it. She leaned her head back as her eyes focused on their target. "Oh my God," she thought. "He is huge!" Donna wasn't a prude or anything but she had never thought a penis could attain this size. She could make out every detail through the thin lycra, the head and the shaft and even the thick vein meandering its length, and when just then Josh reached down and pulled up his t shirt to itch his stomach Donna could see the full package. Here she was getting an up close and personal view of this hunky guys penis and abs and that golden trail of curly dirty blonde hair running from his cute ripped stomach all the way down into his shorts. Donna was so close she could smell the body wash he used that morning. She started to feel dizzy, like she was going to faint. She turned her head but wanted to linger in that spot breathing him in. She had never had feelings like this before. She didn't know what to do with them. She couldn't take any more of this and had to get out of there. She feigned an injury to her neck and excused herself apologizing to Josh that she couldn't continue. As he tried to excuse himself from his conversation Donna said, "Please don't I really have to get some heat for my neck but I'll see you this Wednesday." Josh said, "Oh OK, if there is anything I can do just let me know," and went back to his conversation. "Oh my, what the fuck is happening to me?" Donna thought to herself as she headed to her locker. "These thoughts shouldn't be in my head, this is pure insanity; I am a happily married woman. Well, I mean I'm married." Then she wondered about the couple of men who hit on her at the gym. Justin being one but there was also Joe Rubin and Gerry Harrington. They were both also here when Greg was a member, did they see how small he was in the showers and think I would be in the parlance of the male gender, "dying for a good fuck from a real man!" She couldn't help but think if their penises were all as big as Josh's' She headed into the showers from the locker room with a towel wrapped around her and her favorite pair of flip-flops. She hated how some of the girls just walked around naked as a jay bird showing off everything, bending over, laughing with friends, talking on there cells. I mean some of these girls were not in the best shape. It was disgusting. Donna felt she was too classy for such behavior. At least at this early hour and with the gym closed for a little longer she would have the showers to herself. She noticed as she passed some mirrors that her tits were flushed and her nipples were deep red and aroused. She also saw in the mirror that she was the epitome of a cougar. She still had a flat stomach a little bubble ass, great legs and a really sexy pussy. She loved being natural down there. While all the other girls were declaring war on each and every strand of hair that had the nerve to erupt on their bodies. Donna was proud to display her natural bush for all to see. Being a blonde she wasn't very hairy and she did trim around the bikini line but she loved the look and feel of her natural pubic hair and didn't find it offensive in the least. She knew several women that waxed strictly for their husband's pleasure, but there was no convincing Donna. To her they looked like a bunch of two year olds and not the least bit sexy. She turned on the shower and had to wait for the temperature to even out. She leaned back into the shower. Her body was tense and stiff, the warm water felt good. She closed her eyes and reached one hand up to the back of her neck and started massaging it. Her other soapy hand went automatically to her stomach and in a circular motion started to gently caress herself. Without her consciously realizing it her hand had drifted down to the top of her pussy where she started to rub her clit. A few seconds went by and she couldn't believe what she was doing. It was almost as if someone else had taken over her body. She barely masturbated at home never mind touching herself in public like this. She looked nervously towards the hallway between the showers and locker room and heard total silence. Her hand continued on its journey, with the hot water, steam and soap just adding to the unwholesome atmosphere she found herself in. She thought about Josh even though she knew it was wrong. There was an urge there that had to be taken care of an urge that somehow had been awakened from a long dormant sleep. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and slowly and rhythmically pumped in and out. All she could think about was Josh, with her other hand she continued to expertly stimulate her clit. She felt possessed. She could still smell him as she pictured his engorged penis, its length, and its girth. She fantasized that he was in the shower with her and he was taking off his shorts and how heavy and massive his dick looked, she knelt before him and slowly licked the head of his penis all the way to the base where she lingered at the soft curly pubic hair and breathed in his masculinity. She turned him around to look at his ass and continued planting little kisses all around his cute tight ass. Donna reached underneath and grabbed his balls and what she could fit of his dangling penis in her hand, the combined weight of which really surprised her. She knew her orgasm was approaching when she gently opened his ass cheeks and stuck her tongue right into his asshole, she imagined his strong odor which sent her over the edge. What seemed like an internal bomb started to slowly explode deep in her womb expanding rapidly to include her whole lower body. She couldn't stop what was happening. She was in a semi crouch, she clenched her jaw tightly as her nostrils flared and she tilted her head up. Her clit was on fire and she was trying to muffle the loud groan that came from deep within. It was no use as her moaning and wailing echoed off the tile walls and returned to her in an unrecognizable format. It was an out of control sound, guttural and animalistic, one she found totally foreign. Her orgasm slowly subsided; she was dizzy and confused as she partially leaned against the cool tile wall for balance. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had always been taught that masturbation was wrong and immoral but something inside of her had just rejected that philosophy and Donna felt at that moment a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was still panting and somewhat confused when she heard a couple of voices coming into the locker room. The club had just opened. On the way out Josh stopped her and asked how she was feeling. Turning beet red like he had known what she was just doing Donna hurriedly thanked Josh and apologized again for having to cancel her session. Now in her car she was feeling some guilt. She bit her lower lip as the car behind her honked for her to go, her mind was just a puddle of goo and she had to pull over into a nearby convenience store. What just happened scared her, both because of the intensity and because of the realism of the experience. She decided right then to call the woman's gym and start a new membership. She would cancel her last session with Josh using her injury as an excuse. That would be the end of all this nonsense and she would get back to normalcy. As she arrived back at her house Greg was kneeling down gathering up some leaves and twigs on the walkway. Donna was in a hurry and had to go to the bathroom and as she felt raw and vulnerable didn't really want to stop and talk. As she was going past him she looked down and could see his pasty white crack hanging out of his pants. How disgusting she thought to herself. How ironic she thought that just moments ago she was fantasizing about this young stud and now she had the grim task of facing her real everyday boring life. She continued past Greg saying she had to use the bathroom. It occurred to her how small Greg was in comparison to Josh. I mean he didn't even put a dent in his generic tighty whities. Donna wondered if all men were Josh's size and now wished she had more sexual experience. She thought about all the times before she was married where she could have easily experimented. She then remembered an article she read that said something about how as some women age they could experience big swings in their sexual desire. She felt sad as the thought crossed her mind that maybe she had wasted a big portion of her life. Maybe men would soon stop hitting on her as her looks and youth faded. She also thought about religion and her church. Since she was a catholic she was always taught to be a prude in regard to sexual matters but recently she had been re thinking her position. I mean with all the scandals involving the church these days did they really have the answers for her. Were they the moral authority on such matters? It was very early Saturday morning and Donna was getting ready for her trip to Las Vegas. Greg was still in bed and the kids were asleep. She tiptoed out of the bedroom with her luggage and went down to the kitchen where she had a bowl of oatmeal. She saw the cabs headlights in the early morning darkness flash across the mudroom interior and knew it was time to go. Donna grabbed a Venti coffee at Starbucks, black as usual to avoid the extra calories and a pack of after coffee mints. While wasting time before boarding Donna perused the magazines at the airport bookstore. Her eye was drawn to the blurb on the cover of a local Boston magazine that read "Swinging in the Suburbs"; she chuckled to herself and grabbed it along with a Glamour and Cosmo. She found a seat at the gate far away from the crowds and spread out her luggage and laptop. She started to read some email preparing to work before boarding the plane but quickly became disinterested. She glanced at the magazines she bought and picked up the Boston magazine and flipped to the article on swinging. She was vaguely familiar with the term and thought that mostly California types from the sixties participated. But it piqued her interest seeing that it was supposedly happening in her own backyard. As she read the article she was surprised how it mentioned her town and the next town over from her as a hotbed for swingers in the Boston area. She was amazed at what goes on behind closed doors. They interviewed one anonymous couple from a town next to theirs where the woman was bored with the suburban life and she had talked her husband into trying the lifestyle. It turned out she was what they called a size queen, a term Donna had never heard of but the magazine explained as meaning she preferred men who were "well endowed." Donna noted with interest how many of the women in the article characterized themselves as "size queens." The article went on to say because women were now empowered by such things as higher education, access to the internet and the fact so many of them were earning more than their husbands they were also becoming more demanding and aggressive sexually. The article interviewed the local police for a comment off the record and found that there had been instances of fights breaking out at these parties, as some of the husbands would get jealous after seeing their spouse "party" with different men. It was becoming a real problem for them. Every weekend there seemed to be trouble. However because the neighborhood was so ritzy no police reports were ever written up on the matter as it was left to the discretion of the responding officer. Donna was somewhat shocked that this was actually going on in her neighborhood but she was also shocked reading about these women who would not only crave men with big dicks but had their husbands go with them to search it out. "Greg wouldn't be caught dead at that type of party," she thought to herself. Her mind started to wander as she pictured herself at one of these parties checking out the men as they walked by her, a chill ran up her spine. Her train of thought was interrupted by the announcement that her plane was boarding. She really didn't mind these trips to Las Vegas, they were usually a lot of fun and she had the potential to sell a lot so she treated it as a kind of break from the everyday monotony of suburban living. She didn't gamble or drink much and she didn't know a lot of people there but she enjoyed the over stimulation and the circus like atmosphere. She felt she could get lost there and she didn't have to answer to anybody, it was good therapy. She boarded the plane and sat in her seat, which as usual was the window seat. She loved not having to get up for anyone else and found the window seat the most comfortable as she could rest her head against the side of the plane. She immediately put her headphones on and took the position that told everyone around her not to bother her. She hated when she got stuck with the yapping grandmother or the smelly fat traveling salesman trying to make a move on her. She had just closed her eyes when she could feel someone maneuvering into the seat beside her. "Oh great!" she thought, she was hoping the seat would be empty but no such luck in this day in age. Not wanting to make eye contact she looked down and could make out a nice pair of designer jeans and what looked like some very nice Italian loafers. Intrigued she gave in and turned to take a quick glance at this person. "Wow, he's no grandmother!" He had a navy wool gab sport jacket on and a watch that must have been worth at least $10,000, a light chambray shirt underneath and a million dollar smile. As he got up and took off his jacket to put it in the overhead, Donna took off her head phones and reached down into her bag to grab a few after coffee mints and quickly put one in her mouth. She saved the other one in her hand for later. He sat back down and turning to Donna introduced himself. His name was Bobby Welch and he was some sort of trader for a big Boston Financial company. He was about 42, lived on the North Shore of Boston and was a big time sailor. He was going out to Las Vegas on a whim to meet up with some friends to go rock climbing in the desert. He usually traveled only in first class but made his plans so late he had no choice but to fly coach. Just then the pilot announced a delay of 15 minutes while they waited for a connecting flight to land. Over the course of the delay Donna and Bobby really hit it off. She had made a deal with herself on the spot that although she didn't want it to go any further she was going to enjoy herself and not worry so much about being proper. She also was not going to bring up her husband and kids unless he did first and to top it off she was going to touch him on the arm if she wanted when making a point. Donna was ready for some fun and wanted to make up for some lost flirting time. In the worst-case scenario if he tried to go further she would just handle it at that time with a polite but firm rejection. She could tell her charms were working on him as he was just about sideways talking to her. He was really interested in what she did for a living and he had some great stories of his own. Bobby maintained great eye contact and Donna was now really looking forward to this plane ride. He mentioned somewhat vaguely that maybe they could get together sometime during the week. It was said in such a casual way Donna simply said that it sounded good and let it go at that. When she "caught" him looking at her chest on more than one occasion she knew she still had it. It had been about an hour and they were still just sitting at the gate when they heard passengers from the connecting flight coming up the aisle. As Bobby turned away from Donna to face forward she quickly popped the other mint into her mouth. She excused herself and ran to the bathroom before takeoff. While in the bathroom she giggled and was surprised at how naughty she was being. She looked into the mirror and could see why a man would be interested in her. She fixed herself up like she was going on a date. She took off her zip hoodie revealing a tight ribbed tank top. She felt he would really appreciate it, as he seemed like a breast man. She took a baby wipe out of her bag and just in case wiped under her arms, and between her legs. It was really getting steamy down there and she felt she could use a clean up. Upon her return she was surprised to see that someone was occupying the aisle seat. As she got closer she could hear their laughter and arriving at her aisle she was greeted with a rude stare. She was, no denying it a knockout; a brunette with wavy hair, beautiful blue big eyes, the whole nine yards. Her breasts were bigger than Donna's and the shirt she wore left nothing to the imagination. After taking her seat she noticed a distinct change in attitude from Bobby. Although still polite and respectful his attention was now focused in the opposite direction. They seemed to hit it off well as there was a lot of laughing and playful banter. She would ever so slightly place her hand oh his forearm and squeeze when laughing at his jokes. She leaned over whenever possible giving him a great view of her chest every chance she could. After about two hours of this Bobby got up to go to the bathroom. Donna noticed that she was doing something with her hands. She had turned her wedding ring around to hide it from Bobby and was now taking it off ever so quietly and placing it in her bag. "What a sneaky bitch," Donna thought. Donna's Fall Ch. 01 A few moments later she calmly turned to Donna and smiling asked, "You wouldn't have any gum or mints on you, would you?" "Oh, um why no sorry I don't have anything like that." Donna brazenly lied. With that the brunette left coming back a few moments later happy and smiling while flashing Donna a roll of breath mints. "Bingo!" she said, "You can always count on the stewardess." Needless to say for Donna the plane ride never lived up to its potential in her playing the role of the tease. Once the plane landed in Vegas it was somewhat humiliating for Donna to see Bobby helping Ms. Brunette with her luggage while quickly looking over at Donna wishing her well. To make matters worse after retrieving her bags and going out to the long maze to wait for the cabbies she had to pass by the new couple like ten times as they snaked in the long line for the next cab. Donna watched as they got closer with each pass. Finally towards the end she had her hand on his waist and was right up in his face staring into his eyes. They shared a taxi to his hotel. Donna knew there was no reason to be jealous. She was a married woman and so this event shouldn't bother her. The fact that Ms Brunette was married did somewhat sting she had to be honest. She kept telling herself that no matter what would have happened she wasn't going to sleep with the guy so she wondered why it bothered her so. I guess it was the fact that a younger, prettier girl did beat her at a game she thought she could win. This incident had left Donna with self-doubts. Was she that pretty? Could she still attract the alpha males or was it simply a case that she was finding them more attractive as she was getting older? The trade show was being held at the Venetian, a beautiful relatively upscale hotel complex in Las Vegas. Donna as well as most of the exhibitors stayed there as it was so convenient. The first day of the show was pretty uneventful, she had a few sales but nothing spectacular. She struck up a friendship with the young girls in the booth next to her who were from California. Their employer sent them out here to work the booth, they were very pretty and Donna got a good vibe from them. They were very relaxed and didn't have that competitive attitude and knew a lot of people. They told Donna since she was all alone in Vegas that they would take care of her. The second day of the show was much better and in fact Donna wrote her biggest order ever at a Vegas show. It was a $72,000 sale and Donna was ecstatic. The girls next door insisted they were going to take Donna out to celebrate and show her how to party in Vegas. No staying in for her tonight. As the show was ending Donna had second thoughts about going out and felt maybe she should just go back to her room, get room service and watch a movie. Her new friends would have none of it. On the way back to their rooms, Donna was on the 23rd floor and the girls were sharing a room on the 26th. Sarah, one of the girls said she needed a drink before going up to the room and she had to make a phone call regarding their plans so they stopped in at a fancy bar. Donna was reluctant but went at their insistence. While Sarah excused herself to make her call Jenny the other girl, ordered Tequila shots for the three of them along with a pomegranate margarita. Donna almost choked to death after downing her shot, her face turned beat red and she was gasping for air. The girls laughed so hard that tears came down Sarah's face. Donna was initially annoyed at them for making such a big deal but soon lightened up and had a good laugh too. These girls made her feel young. Sarah said she had good news and had gotten all three invited to a swanky private pool party at the Bellagio where they would have there own cabana poolside and topping it off it was compliments of their boss. Donna at first felt like not going but she was feeling the effects of the alcohol, since she usually didn't drink, and thought it sounded like fun. She had always heard the Bellagio was one of the classiest hotels and wanted to see it so she caved in and agreed. In the elevator up to their rooms Jenny asked Donna if she brought a bathing suit, when Donna told her she hadn't, Jenny said she could wear one of hers. Donna was surprised they were going to wear bathing suits but they said you couldn't get in unless you wore a bathing suit. A look of panic spread across Donna's face and the two girls asked what was wrong. "Listen guys," she said, "I come from Boston, not southern California so the idea of wearing a bathing suit is pretty frightening right about now." They assured her not to worry about it and that she had a fantastic body. She pleaded with them that there must be a way she could wear shorts and a t-shirt but they said definitely not. Sarah told her half kidding that if she was really freaking she could just wrap a towel around herself. Donna was apprehensive but didn't want to spoil their fun. When their floor came they waited for Donna to get off first saying to her that they weren't going to let her out of their sight and she had to come with them now to try on their suits. Donna didn't always want to be the downer and told herself that it was about time she started living. In addition she felt comfortable being with them. The girl's room was really nice, much nicer than Donna's with two separate bedrooms joining one big sunken living area overlooking the Vegas strip. The sun was close to setting so the view looked especially surreal contrasted against the millions of lights just making their appearance. Sarah came out of her room with two suits in her hand one red and one white. She tossed them to Donna and told her they wanted to see a fashion show. They made jokes about being lesbians while Sarah said that Jenny was the farthest thing from a lesbian. With that Donna went and tried on the white suit first. They wouldn't let her get away without showing them and Donna's confidence was hitting a peak along with the effects of the alcohol. She came out of Sarah's bedroom and they started hooting, hollering and whistling. Donna would never wear something so risqué but she did have to admit she looked super sexy in it. When she came out in the red bikini they were even more impressed. Jenny asked her if she was familiar with the popular Vegas saying, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Donna laughed and said, "Yes." Jenny added, "Well if you wear that suit a lot is going to be happening in Vegas for you dear!" They all cracked up laughing and quickly got ready to leave. Donna's confidence was now sky high. Donna couldn't believe what she was doing, on the cab ride over to the Bellagio she called home and spoke with Greg, telling him nothing much was going on other than the fact she had met two really nice women from California (at this Jenny and Sarah rolled their eyes) and she was going out to dinner with them. She found it unnecessary to go further than that and felt a little guilty about it. Sarah said, "The less the husbands know the better." Again they all had a chuckle. The Bellagio was beautiful, the lobby was so impressive and the walk out to the pool was for lack of a better word was just spectacular. They had to give their names at the entrance to the Women's Spa, as it was a pool party they made the women enter through the spa so they could change. They were given id bracelets and had to sign a waiver form, holding the Bellagio harmless in the event something happened. They changed into their bathing suits and as Donna looked at all three of them in the floor to ceiling mirror she liked what she saw. She judged Sarah to be the hottest of the three given her age but she definitely felt she was the second hottest. She would normally never have on a suit on like this but it made her body look incredible. Donna thought that the fact she wouldn't know anybody was cool and could feel free to let her hair down; she felt a sense of freedom. Donna wasn't used to seeing herself in such a way. They entered the pool area and were escorted to their assigned bungalow where a Tiki torch was lit and a mini cooler was chock full of all kinds of goodies. It didn't take long for a crowd to gather, both males and females in their cabana, as Jenny and Sarah were the life of the party. Donna found out the party was sponsored by an advertising and promotions company in LA and only the rich and powerful were invited. Apparently their boss owned a small piece of the partnership. Donna was relaxing in one of the lounges, a drink in her hand in her red bikini and sunglasses even though it was night. She was just soaking it all in. She looked like a movie star and she felt on top of the world. Great looking people surrounded her and she had just written a huge order. Things couldn't get much better she was thinking. But then they did. His name was Matt Chapman and he pulled over another chaise and butted it right up next to hers and started right in with, "Where have you been, I've been looking for you all night, hell I've been looking for you my whole life." He was gorgeous. At 6' 2" he had an olive complexion with a very strong jaw and beautiful big hazel/brown eyes. He had skipped shaving but the stubble made him look even sexier. He was wearing one of those fashionable burn out t-shirts that provided a good hint of his ripped body underneath and a pair of OP board shorts. Donna laughed right away, realizing he was being a goof. She didn't mind so much though because he was so damn good looking. He was pretty tall and in great shape. Donna thought to herself, "Oh no here we go again another tease." After several minutes of banter and joking around they both got up to join the others around the pool. Matt knew a lot of the people at the party and everyone seemed to like him. Sarah looked over at Donna behind Matt's back and mouthed the words, "Oh my God!" As in wow Matt's a hunk. Donna did her best to deflect the attention but did have to admit to herself he was quite the catch. There was a small group left when Matt suggested they all go up to his suite at the Bellagio and continue the party as the California Angels were in the playoffs and he wanted to catch the last few innings. Everyone thought it was a good idea but Jen could tell Donna had some reservations. Jenn quietly said to Donna, "Don't worry we won't let anything happen to you, besides Matt is a good guy and all the people going up are nice too." There was a total of seven going up, three guys and four girls. The ladies first stopped in the spa and changed into their clothes. That's when Jenn said, "Well at least one of us is going to get lucky" and looked right at Donna with a smirk. Donna nervously laughed and shrugged it off. Donna changed into a white tight ribbed tank top that had a peace sign made of small rhinestones and a wispy tie-dyed cotton skirt that fell a little below her knee. When Matt opened up the door to his hotel suite they all crowded in. Donna was amazed at the size of the suite. Sarah told her Matt's company leases it by the month for him. It had multiple bedrooms, living rooms, it even had a rec room with a pool table. Matt found the remote and put the baseball game on. The TV was a beautiful Sony 60" flat screen with stereo. Matt then called room service and ordered almost everything on the menu, soup to nuts. Donna looked over at Sarah and could tell she had the hots for Mike, Matt's friend. Jen and the other girl were talking to Sam and were involved in a conversation about politics. They were all feeling good having consumed a fair amount of alcohol. As she looked over at Matt, Donna couldn't help but admire his build. His arms were muscular but not too much so. He was tall dark and handsome, everything a woman could want in a man. She felt a familiar wave of excitement ride through her body but this time she wasn't going to suppress it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever it was Donna was tired of fighting off these strange feelings deep from within. The game was winding down and Jen was talking about leaving when Donna decided it was time for a bathroom break. The bathroom was the most opulent bathroom she had ever scene. It was obvious Matt was very successful. She checked herself in the mirror and was happy with the reflection. There was no denying she was beautiful but tonight especially she had a certain glow. She was excited by this situation she found herself in and yet sad that it was ending. She hoped she would see Matt again. She knew without a doubt Matt was interested in her but also knew nothing was going to come of it. Needless to say she felt conflicted. As she left the bathroom her cell phone rang, it was Greg apparently needing directions to the ball field for their son's soccer game the next day. It was a sort of hidden field that you couldn't find on map quest and Greg had never been there. Donna excused herself from the crowd and walked into the billiard room explaining to Greg exactly where to go. For some reason he seemed so slow and bumbling as she had to keep repeating herself, she was really getting annoyed at him. Finally she ended the conversation and returned to the party. As she turned the corner she noticed it seemed very quiet. Moving into the living room she saw Matt cleaning up. She asked where everyone was and Matt told her they all left in a hurry to see a midnight showing of the sleazy "Thunder Down Under" which Jenn assured everyone Donna wouldn't be interested in. Matt barked out, "Anyway sit down, you're not going anywhere until you help me eat all this food." Donna knew the right thing to do was to leave and go back to her hotel. She was sick of doing the right thing though and hesitatingly sat down. Matt refilled their drinks and sat down right next to her, his perfect hairy manly legs rubbing up against hers sending a tingle directly to the middle of her stomach. Donna's heart started to race and she knew she was playing with fire. Matt reached down to grab a cracker and dipped it in guacamole, and brought it up to Donna's mouth saying, "If I am going to have garlic breath you're going to have garlic breath!" and as Donna started to laugh he shoved the chip into her mouth. Donna just got through swallowing when Matt reached over with one hand and gently caressed her face. He leaned in toward her and Donna knew it was do or die. His lips touched hers in an instant and there was no way she could resist even if she wanted to. All her defenses dropped as his lips were so soft and warm. He lingered giving her soft slow kisses staring into her eyes. Donna could hardly contain her excitement and started breathing rapidly through her nose. She hadn't been kissed like this since she was in high school. Matt then started licking her lips ever so softly which Donna knew was a signal for her to reciprocate. She was panicked as no man except Greg early in the marriage had entered her mouth with a tongue. It was such an intimate thing to do, not something done on a whim or rashly. She then had quick flashes of all the men in the past few months that had turned her on and how nothing came it. Against her better judgment she slowly opened her mouth letting Matt enter. Matt's tongue felt so good. He tasted like salty vodka and lime. Donna was delirious. She forged her tongue forward bypassing Matt's as if to say, "Hey, you're not the only one who can do this." She gradually opened her mouth wider and probed her tongue deeper into his mouth. He returned the probing with his own technique exploring the insides of her mouth in a sexy hungry way. He was quite the kisser and was becoming more adventuresome. As Matt continued kissing her he reached down and rested his hand on her side. Donna instinctively flinched as a jolt of electricity surged through her body. He moved his hand under her tank and placed his hand on the outside of her bra. She had now closed her eyes and was breathing heavily into his mouth. Matt expertly unclasped the front of the bra and her breasts fell one by one out of it. Matt gently but firmly took her breast and alternately caressed and squeezed it whispering into Donna's ear, "You have the sexiest tits in Vegas." Donna's pussy flooded with moisture. She couldn't believe it was happening. Here she was a married woman letting this strange man stick his tongue down her throat and feel her tits. The excitement she felt was indescribable. Unexpectantly Matt reached down and with both hands pulled Donna's tank top with bra up and over her head, taking her by surprise. She felt vulnerable and reacted by covering up her breasts with her hands. Matt just flashed her his gorgeous smile as he took her hands and gently moved them away. Her tits were now on full display and Donna was embarrassed. Her nipples were sticking out in what she felt was an obscene manner and all the lights were on in the room, something she wasn't used to. On the few occasions she and Greg did have sex the lights were always off. Matt leaned over and started kissing her tits, putting her nipples in his mouth and making loud obscene sucking noises. He lowered his head between her tits and started kissing and licking down her stomach until he got to her navel. He proceeded to tongue and lick her navel pausing and looking up to her to say, "Something smells real good down here." Donna was mortified and thrilled at such frank talk. On the few occasions Greg did go down on her he would never dare to say anything about how she smelled. Matt suddenly stood up in front of Donna and said, "OK, now it's your turn to do some exploring." He took off his t-shirt and stood with his arms resting on his hips. Donna reached for and started touching his ripped, muscular stomach almost as if in a trance. She lowered her eyes and was now staring at his crotch. "Don't be shy now," Matt said as he took her hands and placed them on the waistband of his shorts. "I know you want to have a look." Scenes from the past few months flashed before her eyes again, Justin, Josh and Jeff, all of the scenes ended in her frustration. Well tonight was going to be different, she was in full control and she was going to make the decision what was going to happen. Donna took a deep breath and even though she knew it was wrong put her hands on Matt's shorts and slowly pulled them down. As his penis sprung out of his Calvin Klein underwear she recoiled in surprise but quickly recovered so that Matt wouldn't notice. She had to remind herself to breath as she just sat there staring while it slowly bobbed back and forth. It was everything she had ever thought a penis could be. This was without a doubt the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on but Donna was trying to act like it was no big deal and that she was used to this size. He was staring at her expecting her to put it in her mouth and she didn't disappoint him. He grabbed her hair and started talking naughty to her, which got her even wetter. She opened wide and slowly took him in. It was deliciously warm and moist. As she sucked him and licked him for what seemed like hours, she reached down under her skirt to her pussy and started stimulating her clit. Breathing so hard through her nose filled the room with obscene noises. She moved her hands to his rear and felt up his rock hard ass casually probing his asshole with her fingertips. She made a valiant effort to be aggressive and to take all of him in her mouth. She couldn't help but gag. She kept at it for a good ten minutes gagging continuously. Her eyes were starting to water from all her efforts until actual tears started running down her face. Matt just laughed enjoying the sight and sensations of this beautiful blonde married mother of two trying so valiantly to suck the life out of his cock.