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The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 1

By: captivate



Picture if you will, if you CAN, that wonderful model woman, Donna Reed. A beautiful woman, always dressed so well; full-skirted shirtwaist dress, hose, high heels, pearls. Never a hair out of place, she managed a household, two children, a husband and helped with her husband's medical practice. Fast forward 40 years and you have ME. I am the modern equivalent of Donna. Without being immodest, I am a perfect wife and mother. I have a profession in which I am highly regarded. I have been faithful to my husband for 24 years. The only problem is that I have been married for 25 years.

About a year ago, I began hearing of the evils online chatting involved. Perfectly good and faithful spouses were falling prey to the temptations of cyberlife. I listened with horror, my friends and I shocked by the changing morals of the computer age.

Being a fair-minded person, I decided to check it out for myself. I asked my children to teach me computer skills....basics like turning it on and finding things. On my own, I began to explore. I found so much information and interesting sites, I couldn't believe this wasn't enough for other people.

One day, I found the chat rooms. This still seemed pretty innocent. People meeting to discuss knitting and cooking tips. I found myself visiting chat rooms frequently and made many nice female friends there.

One of those friends, Lisa suggested that I try the Member Rooms. She was a housewife and mother, but seemed restless. I could tell she wasn't content with her life like I was.

I was sitting here one day with nothing to do and decided to try the Member Rooms. I picked "Romance" and pressed the enter button. The categories were so different. Instead of Cooking or Sewing, the topics were Cyberchat and Women Who Fuck. I certainly felt like Alice down the rabbit hole. But I decided to continue with my exploration. I entered a room entitled "Men With Minds". I sat quietly and read the speedily scrolling words and phrases. It was totally confusing. Letters flew by and I didn't have a clue what they meant....LOL, ROFL, TTFN. It reminded me of my first day in French class when the teacher had insisted on speaking only French and we were totally lost. In amazement, I saw that about 10 people were carrying the conversation and seemed to understand what was being said. Suddenly a box appeared in the corner of the screen. The name "Fascination" appeared, followed by the word, "Hello!"

I stared at the cursor, not entirely sure what to do. Then I typed "Hi!" Suddenly, the little box took on a life of it's own. Fascination commented that he liked my screen name, "DonnaReed2". He was familiar with her and her wonderful skills as a woman, wife and mother. At first, I was hesitant to answer his questions, giving yes and no answers. But he was incredibly funny, witty and charming. He was also very polite. He reassured me that I had nothing to fear from him, he was only looking for some interesting company. I relaxed after that and even found myself giggling from time to time. It was so easy. He was comfortable to chat and share things with. We played 20 Questions, learning about each other. I found myself disappointed when I had to go. He promised to look for me again and explained about the Buddy List. He told me how to add his name to it and told me he would be back online in the morning, if I wanted to chat some more.

The next morning, as soon as my family left, I signed online. There, in my buddy list, was Fascination! I found myself smiling as I stared at his name. As if by magic, the box appeared on the screen with a big smiley face in it. 

So it started. We met every morning to discuss our previous evening. He talked about his kids and the problems he was having. I asked his opinion on work-related situations. The chat gradually became more personal. It seemed so natural to tell him how I would lie on my bed and read a book, describing to him exactly how I arranged my pillows and how I supported the book. He told me which CDs he enjoyed and why. We started taking the opinion of the other very seriously. If he recommended a book, I bought it. We listened to the same music at the same time. We shared stories of our childhoods, vaguely remembered memories that made us feel even closer. There was nothing we didn't discuss. I felt so close to Michael. I could tell him anything without fear of censure. We started talking about our spouses, first in glowing terms and then, as we knew each other better, we were able to share the things that annoyed or hurt us. It was wonderful being able to share. I found myself telling him what I missed in my marriage. Michael told me what he felt he needed in a relationship. Our friendship deepened.

We were typing busily one day when he asked if he could call me. My heart leapt in my chest. Deep inside me, where I rarely ventured to go, I knew I was developing loving feelings for this man. He was everything I had ever wanted in a friend, lover or mate. What would talking on the phone do to that relationship? I knew the answer, I also knew I could not wait much longer before talking to him. With shaking fingers, I typed in my phone number. There was a long pause and then he typed, "In 5 minutes."

I stared at the screen for a long time, trembling. Then, like a sleep walker, I stood up and moved to my bedroom. I made sure the house alarm was activated and then settled on the bed, waiting for his call.

To Be Continued...

The  Downfall of  Donna  Reed Ch. 10



As the days passed, I fell more in love with Michael. My world revolved around him and I wondered how I had ever existed without him. On the days we couldn't meet, we would talk endlessly on the phone or chat online, sometimes even chatting while we talked. I didn't think I could ever get enough of him. I considered myself the luckiest woman alive. Michael continued to teach me and allow me to grow. We talked of anything that entered our minds, he was never judgmental or shocked. I could share all my innermost desires with him and know it would be accepted lovingly.

Michael had to make a business trip and I began missing him as soon as he told me about it. He suggested that perhaps I could get away and join him, if only for a few days. The possibility thrilled me. Spending whole nights with my lover, not having to worry about being overheard or seen by someone. I carefully checked schedules and found a way I could spend several days in the other city. I casually started mentioning a conference in that city and commenting on how interesting the topic was. I said that several of my associates were attending and that it would be invaluable information for my job. Jim accepted the idea of the trip easily. I guess I was expecting suspicion or at least some questions. It can't be this easy to go off with a lover, and yet it was. 

On the appointed day, Jim drove me to the airport. He was in a great mood, very generous. He bought me magazines for the trip and reminded me to call home whenever I liked. My mom had offered to take the kids, so Jim was pretty much free to do as he pleased. On the plane, I tried to read, but all I could think of was meeting Michael at the airport and riding back to our room....OUR ROOM! Jim had been so unconcerned about this trip that he had not even asked about my hotel. I sat in my plane seat, fantasizing about my upcoming adventure and wondering what Michael had in store for me. I liked the idea that we would be together for several days, spending realtime doing normal things, such as eating and shopping. The best part was the idea of returning each evening to our room and spending a whole night wrapped in each other's arms. 

The flight finally ended and we were released into the sunny airport. There was Michael, so handsome that I nearly lost my breath. He strode toward me, confident and smiling, taking me in his arms and holding me close. Another thing I liked about him was the way I felt totally wrapped in his being, so tiny and special. He kissed me hello and took my hand while we collected my bags and went to his car. I sat beside him, out in the daylight, not worrying about being seen by anyone. It was heady. We went to lunch and enjoyed teasing each other throughout the meal, our fingers and hands quite busy under the tablecloth. Michael brought me to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, always stopping short of letting me come. I could feel his erection pressing hard against his slacks throughout the meal. In fact, we had to have dessert to allow him time to "relax" before leaving. 

I loved it, all of it, the teasing, the excitement, even the lack of release, because I knew we would eventually be going to our own private room and be together in our own bed. Next, Michael took me shopping. He had done his homework on this town. This store was called DALLIANCE and was discreetly tucked away in a little shopping center. We pulled into the parking lot, approached the store and entered. It was filled with displays of the most beautiful clothes. The colors ranged from the palest pinks to vibrant reds. I walked around, gathering garments, selecting items for their colors, beauty, and appeal. 

My arms were full. A saleslady approached and introduced herself as Carolyn. She offered to show me to the dressing room, then turned to Michael and told him that he was welcomed to join me. Carolyn opened the door and we entered the most beautiful room I had ever seen. 

Beautiful wallpaper, soft music, a mirror that could be positioned to catch anyplace in the room, a deep comfy chair with a footstool, a long double chaise with many pillows, even a small fridge. In the corner, there was a large screen for me to change behind. Carloyn smiled at my amazement and helped me take my selections behind the screen. 

She handed Michael a glass of wine and said to call if we needed her, then left. Michael settled into the armchair, smiling. "THIS is shopping," he sighed. I went behind the screen and changed into my first outfit. It was a lovely blue gown, silk, with a matching robe. It tied snugly around my waist, reaching the floor. The cool silk made my nipples pucker and harden. I came out, pleased to see him watching for me. I modeled for him, dancing about the room, swirling and turning, the silk clinging to my legs. I untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor. Then I modeled the gown. It gently followed my body, my nipples obviously erect. My arms were bare. The gown just skimmed over my hips and flowed to the floor. Again I swirled for him. The gown billowed from me and then returned to caress my curves. He smiled. "Yes, let's get that." 

My next choice was a full slip, so delicate and dainty. Made of cream silk, the entire bodice was the finest lace. It was so beautiful, so gossamer. I pinned my hair up so only tiny curls framed my face, sprayed on some vanilla scent and left the protection of the screen. The lace was so sheer, he could easily see my dark brown nipples through it, stiffened from the lace. My dark curlies were faintly visible through the thin silk, my legs were bare. I moved to Michael, turning, allowing him to run his hand over my silk-clad ass, feeling the incredible smoothness and coolness of the slip. "Yes", he said, "that is something you need. Let's get that."

Here was one of my favorites. Tap panties and a camisole top in a beautiful shade of rose. The panties fit like shorts, long and loose on the legs, elastic hugging my waist. The camisole did not quite meet the shorts, so a thin strip of my tummy was exposed. The camisole was so lovely, with small buttons up the front, the thinnest straps holding it up over my shoulders. Again, an outfit of the smoothest silk, with embroidered flowers along the bodice. My tanned skin looked so lovely in this color. I let a few more curls frame my face and walked out to my lover. His eyes lit up and he beckoned me to sit on the arm of his chair. I leaned over to kiss him, licking his lips and caressing his cheek. He lightly ran his hand up my bare thigh, slipping his fingers inside the loose panties, just barely brushing my inner thigh. My eyes closed. I wished he would do more, but he moved his hand to my naked back and ran his fingers along the tiny straps, back to front, just the faintest touch of him on my bare skin. "Yes", he whispered, "definitely get this one." 

I went behind the screen again. The music was great, kind of low keyed and throbbing. There were vanilla candles burning on the shelves. I had the prettiest baby doll jammies for him. It was in pale yellow, panties of soft silk, with gathered legs, high on my thighs. The top just barely covered my panties, little puffed sleeves, tiny pearl buttons at the front. I loved the feel against my skin, the softness of the silk, the coolness of it. I let my hair down. It was skimming my shoulders now, curling softly. I felt the beat of the music. I danced out to Michael, moving in time with the music. 

He was still sipping his wine, smiling at me as I approached. I move slowly and sensuously closer to him as he relaxed against the chair. I saw he had slipped his shoes off, stretched out his legs. I stepped over his legs and leaned down to kiss him. He tasted like the wine, sweet and delicious, and yet so like Michael, a taste all of his own. His hands reached up and cupped my breasts in the fabric, massaging them as I kissed him. I wanted him to continue touching me, feeling me, exciting me. But he moved his hands safely to my arms, holding them, rubbing them. "Yes, you need to have this," he said.

So far, he had refused me nothing. The stack of things to buy grew with each trip out to him. Some of my favorites remained. I was puzzled by his lack of ardor. In the restaurant, we had played with each other, brought each other to nearly total excitement several times. Now, in total privacy, he was behaving so well. I had a glass of wine with me in the dressing area and I was feeling the effects of it. I wanted to play with him. I wanted him to want me too. I looked through the remaining items. Ah, I loved this one. I felt a little wicked now. 

It was a lovely lace and satin bra, peach, with matching bikini panties. My curlies were pressing against the satin. My nipples were rigid against the lace. I wanted to drive him crazy, make him want me and say it. I slowly sipped some more wine and then moved out from behind the screen. Michael's eyes were watching for me. It made me smile to see how intently he waited, how his eyes glowed at me as I approached him shyly. I stood before him, waiting to make sure he saw how lovely I looked. It fit just right. My nipples were begging for his warmth. A few curlies had escaped and were so touchable. I moved closer to him. I heard his breathing quicken and felt the need to be closer still. I sat down on the arm of the chair. His arm circled my waist and pulled me closer, into his lap. 

Hmmmmm, I loved it there, so snuggly and perfect. His hand seemed to touch all my exposed flesh, moving slowly up and down my spine, my side, my tummy. Never an improper touch, and yet, I knew how much he wanted me. I knew how I was affecting him. His hand on my tummy moved slowly upward to the single hook holding my bra closed. We looked intently at each other as he unhooked my bra. It separated, just a little. and his finger moved gently up and down between my breasts. I had goosebumps all over my arms from his touch. My back arched and I pressed closer to him. Ah, kissing him was such a joy. I licked his lips and touched his mouth so slowly with my hot little tongue. Sucking his lower lip into my mouth...hmmm..I loved his taste. His finger finally found my aching nipple and I moaned into his mouth. As the kiss ended, Michael moved his finger and whispered to me, "Please, I want you to have this too." 

There were only 2 items left. I reached for the red teddy. I liked it. It was not something I would normally choose, but there was something about the styling that appealed to me. As I stepped into it, I was reminded once again of why I chose it. It was form-fitting red silk with delicate embroidered flowers along the bodice, gentle gathers across my breasts, tiny straps over my shoulders. It fastened with dainty pearl buttons and snaps between my legs. I pulled my hair back in gold clips with curls around my face and exited my screen. I found him riveted on me, anxiously awaiting the next fashion. 

I stood at the screen, suddenly so shy and unsure. He extended his hand to me and I crossed the room to him. My eyes never left his. My hand stretched out to him. Our fingers met and the heat flowed through my body. Now he stood, taking me into his arms and we started to move slowly together. All I heard in my mind was, "Shall we dance..... Shall we fly?" Yes, I flew when in his arms. I felt his warmth against me. I felt his need. He took my hand and swirled me from him and pulled me back into into his arms, where I was quite sure I belonged. 

We danced for a long time, nestled into each other, touching our fingertips lightly over each other, inhaling each other. Now his hands were holding my buttocks, pulling me even closer to him. We moved as one, then we kissed and moved not at all. His hands massaged me slowly and gently. Everywhere he touched belonged to him. Michael's fingers worked their way into my hair, holding my face against his. I was tasting him as if for the first time. Then his hands discovered the snaps and his eyes lit up. I heard the snaps open, one at a time. His fingers brushed against my curlies. One finger lingered deeper, moving inside me as we kissed. 

My hips were moving against him, starting our dance. The feeling that had been with me all afternoon loomed so large now. I wanted him! I wanted him inside me now! I wanted to feel his fingers and tongue and lovely cock in me. He took his hands and placed them on my shoulders, kissed my nose. Then he said, "Yes, I like this one, let's get it." 

I went behind the screen, so disappointed, so sad. I wanted him so much, but he kept toying with me and sending me back for something else. I had one more outfit for him. It was my absolute favorite, a silver gray gown. A silky bodice with yards of the lightest fabric I had ever seen. It just floated to the floor, only my little pink toenails were visible. My curlies were darkly seen against the fabric, my nipples were hard and aching. The daintiest straps crossed over my bare back. 

I felt so beautiful and ethereal. I started to apply some blush to my cheeks and saw quite clearly my last meeting with Michael had put the pinkest glow on my face. I looked in the mirror, tousled my hair a bit and smiled. I wanted him and I planned to get him. Now. Here. I had been so good and now it was my turn. I exited the screen. He was waiting with his shirt loosened at the neck, his sleeves rolled up. I danced over to him. 

"Shall we dance, on a bright cloud of music?" He smiled and his smile entered my heart and warmed me. I sat on the arm of the chair and started to unbutton his shirt. One button, one kiss on his throat. Next button, one kiss on his chest. Next button, one kiss on his left nipple. Fourth button, one kiss on the right nipple. Finally, his shirt was opened and I could touch all of his chest with my eager fingertips. I stood and moved across the room, stopping in front of the chaise, holding my arms opened to Michael, swaying gently as I waited. He crossed to me, never breaking eye contact. He walked directly to me, stood before me, and I knew he was mine. 

I removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants, but he chose this moment to kiss me and my hands stopped. I lost myself in his touch. His hands were on my arms, pulling me close, holding me there. Then he was kissing me, as they say in romance novels, thoroughly. Suddenly, he stopped kissing and stood before me, naked and aroused. He sat on the chaise and I moved slowly before him, humming and floating dreamily, thinking of Michael and what was about to happen. 

"Shall we dance, on a bright cloud of music, shall we fly?" Oh, I wanted to fly with him. I danced for him now, the silver gray fabric floating about my legs, my arms outstretched, the melody in my head, and Michael waiting for me. 

Then I heard his voice. "Come to me now, please." I went to him, my sweetest love. The lovely gown was removed and we were together. He knew I wanted to make love; slow, sweet love. He obliged, kissing my lips and neck, licking and loving my erect nipples, moving his way slowly down to my wet curlies. 

His tongue was the magic key. He touched me so softly and gently, moving his hot tongue inside me, opening my pussy. Then, when I was begging him to fuck me, he slowly moved his way back up my body. Covering me completely, Michael held me in his arms. Then he entered me so completely, I gasped. He moved slowly and deeply within me, in his home, his safe place. He had prepared me so well, I came almost immediately and he followed, first swelling and then exploding within me, deep within me. We remained locked together, our arms about each other, our hearts together, pounding. The music was constant in my head. 

"Shall we dance, or perchance, when the last little star has left the sky, shall we still be together with our arms around each other?" He was holding me tightly, resting his weight on me. His face so near mine, I felt his breath. "Oh, yes, we must take that one!"



The  Downfall of  Donna  Reed Ch. 11



After our day of shopping and buying, Michael and I went to our hotel. It was very splendid, with a huge lobby, high atrium ceiling and two lovely glass elevators running up the 16 floors. He led me to our room and helped me get unpacked, enjoying once again the feel and look of all our new purchases. I was so happy to be there with him, all alone in our own room, our own private place. I couldn't even sit down, I kept moving around the room, placing vanilla candles in strategic spots, lighting them, making the cold room seem warm and welcoming. I turned down the covers, adjusted our pillows and adding my own pillow from home to the nest. 

I felt nervous, but I wasn't sure why. Michael watched me, then disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the tub filling. He came to me then and just held me, sitting on the sofa and pulling me into his lap. He rested my head against his chest and rubbed my arm and back, whispering sweet, loving things to me. The most comforting was the sound of his heart, so steady and reassuring in my ear. I loved the way I felt on his lap, like the most precious person in the world. I felt myself relaxing against his broad chest, breathing deeply and slowly, as his voice seemed to be slipping away. He began to undress me, not in a sexual way, but totally caring and loving. I tried to assist, but I felt as if my limbs were made of honey and I had no control over them. Once I was naked, Michael carried me to the bath, full of vanilla bubbles and warm water. He lowered me into the tub, holding me like a baby as he bathed my body. The very lack of sexuality made this incredibly sensuous to me. I stayed in his arms, relaxed totally, as my lover cleansed and pampered me. 

The next morning, I woke wrapped around Michael's naked body. I had always imagined our first night together would be full of passion and kinky sex, instead he had wrapped me in a warm bath towel, dried me, placed me in the bed and then slid in beside me. We had slept lovingly, and chastely, through the first night of our adventure!

I was contemplating how a chaste night with Michael was sexier than any night with my husband, when I felt Michael's eyes on me. I turned to face him and look into that beautiful face I loved so much. He asked how my night was, did I sleep well, was I comfortable in this bed? I was smiling at him, happily answering all his questions, when the phone rang. Michael turned to answer it as I happily entertained myself writing love messages on his bare back, first with my finger and then with my tongue. I could feel him chuckle as I wrote some pretty lascivious things, but his conversation continued.

There was a knock on the door and I got up, slipped into a pale blue silk robe and opened the door. It was room service with a cart full of delicious breakfast foods. The bellhop rolled the table into our room, set it up at the bed, and left. Michael had finished his call, glanced at his watch and joined me at the cart. He opened one dish after another, offering me all sorts of goodies to eat. We nibbled and tasted and shared many of the selections, talking about our day and what we planned to do. He didn't have any meetings until after lunch, information that filled me with lust. I had already missed our first night and I was in great need of my lover. The interesting thing was Michael did not seem to be in any rush to remove my robe, or even touch me. We finished breakfast and he pushed the cart into the hall, smiling as he returned to me. Now, he came to me and kissed me, the kind of kisses that made me melt. I was pressed against him when there was another knock on the door. I was secretly cursing the efficient hotel staff when Michael brought an absolute giant into our room. The giant was rolling a folded table and had a large black case in the other hand. I looked at him questioningly as he smiled at me. Michael introduced him as Sven, our masseuse. 

I looked at Michael and he was smiling, excited by this new adventure, this new chapter in my education. My knowledge of massage comes mostly from movies, where rich people lie on a table naked and make high-powered deals while being pleasured. Michael took my hand and led me to the sofa, while Sven set up the table. Michael walked around the room, lighting the candles and dimming the lights. He returned to me and held my hand, telling me how much I was going to enjoy this.

Sven discreetly stood at the window, looking out at the lobby as I disrobed and Michael helped me climb onto the table and covered my nakedness with a sheet. Then Sven came closer to me, opening his case, and removing various bottles of oils and creams. He began at my back, massaging down my spine, relaxing me with his skillful hands. I instantly started enjoying the sensations of his strong hands on my skin, moving easily over my flesh, making me sleepy, yet aroused. I thought it was because I had missed making love with Michael. 

Whatever the reason, Sven was making me feel very good, and the thought that Michael was observing us made me start to ache. I saw Michael take a seat on the sofa, watching us carefully, so being naked did not seem as dangerous. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations of the strong fingers on my body. I could feel the sheet move farther down my body and the oily hands massaging my tight ass, moving slowly over the cheeks and dipping between them. I was not entirely sure that this was acceptable, but I kept thinking that my sweet Michael was right there and I was safe. The firm hands moved skillfully over me, pushing the sheet further down and finally off. I felt the hands move between my thighs, spreading them, the fingers massaging my soft flesh.

I was so comfortable, lying on my tummy, my face on my arms, my eyes closed, the scent of vanilla filling the room. I felt the moving hands come to rest on the soft mound of my shaven pussy, cupping me there. I had a funny feeling that Sven should not be touching me so familiarly. But once again, I thought that Michael was right there and nothing would happen to me while he was near. I thought maybe Michael had fallen asleep, but then I heard him moving around the table, and felt him kneeling before me. His mouth began working over mine, licking and sucking and probing with his firm tongue. Hmmmm. Is there a better feeling than this? My lover kissing me into ecstasy and a total stranger massaging my ass and my back. I supposed that it was ok for his hands to occasionally slip between my legs and to graze my soft pussy lips. 

At this point, I didn't really care, because I was so involved with Michael's mouth on mine. I was entering that gauzy haze of sensuality Michael was so good at creating. As he kissed me, I felt his hands sliding over my back, over my smooth and slippery skin. As he reached further down my back, I felt him stand before me, his jeans brushing against my face. Then, I heard the sound I had grown to love, Michael undoing his zipper. I could smell his cock, the scent of his curlies, before he even brought it close to my mouth. I briefly wondered about Sven, but he seemed very content to rub up and down my legs, massaging the soft skin as he spread my legs further. Now Michael was rubbing his cock on my mouth, painting my lips with pre-come. I eagerly licked it off, and sucked his hard cock into my hot little mouth. I found his cock to be even larger and harder than usual, but I thought it was because he was watching Sven touching me. I happily sucked my lover's dick deeper and longer, enjoying the sensations of all this attention. 

I opened my eyes to smile up at Michael and saw, not my lover, but Sven. It was Sven's cock that was stretching my lips opened and plunging into my needy mouth. Even as I continued to suck it, he pulled it away. He placed his hands under me, holding me firmly, then, as if on cue, the two men turned me. Now I was naked, on my back, my legs spread. My first reaction was to cover myself, but suddenly Sven's warm hands were over my breasts, massaging more oil into them, making my nipples reach for him. He took my breast into both huge hands, molding it and warming it. At the same time, I felt Michael pull me down the table, until my legs dangled over the edge. Now hands were everywhere, on my thighs, between my legs, on my breasts and nipples; I was in sensory overload. I felt lips on my nipple, sucking it deeply. The hot breath made my entire breast tingle, and I couldn't help lifting my hips, aching for more. Oily fingers were moving in and out of me, plunging deeply into my pussy, lightly circling my clit. Michael bent over me and started kissing and licking my needy clit, keeping his fingers deep inside me and probing my darkest pink at the same time. 

Looking down, I saw that Michael was completely naked with an enormous erection of his own. He moved between my legs, moving right to my hot pussy. He reached under my thighs and lifted my legs, spreading them as he slowly moved his cock deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his heat deep within me. He did not move, just warmed my pinkness with his throbbing, hot cock. Sven continued to suck on my hard nipples while reaching down between my legs and massaging my clit. His mouth seemed to be everywhere, on both nipples and my breasts, moving over my chest and neck, kissing my hungry mouth. I could feel Michael gripping my legs as he stood there. I clenched my pussy muscles, making Michael moan out loud as I wrapped my hot cunt around him, welcoming him. I could also see, in my mind, that Sven's hand on my clit had to be touching Michael's cock and that excited me even more. 

My right hand found Sven's hard, throbbing cock. I very deliberately looked into my lover's eyes as I reached out and embraced it. I began to massage it, running my slippery fingers up and down his hard length, hearing his moans as I made love to him. I looked at Michael and saw his gaze fixed on my hand, my sweet Donna Reed hand, holding a red, pulsing cock, pleasuring it. Michael began to thrust and I was calling to him, begging him to help me, to let me come. I felt Sven stiffen and straighten beside me and I looked into his face. He seemed concerned and looking from one of us to the other. Suddenly, I realized his problem and I guided his cock to my flat tummy, moving my little hand even faster over his turgid flesh. 

His moans had intensified, now he let out a deep-throated groan and came all over my tanned skin. I felt the hot come hitting my flesh and the skilled thumb still rubbing my clit and I began to pulse. I throbbed all around Michael's still thrusting cock, pulling it deeper as I couldn't stop coming. Sven licked my tummy and moved to me to share his come in a kiss. His thumb returned to my still-sensitive clit and began flicking it. This was all Michael needed to see, his sweet innocent Donna with semen all over her. I could feel him filling my cunt with his hot come, splashing my pinkness with his creamy juices. Sven had continued his massage of my clit and I was so very close. Then I felt two fingers touching me, rubbing me. 

I looked up to see Michael and Sven busily rubbing my shaved pussy, my hard and aching clit. I was there, I was over the top and coming so hard, so fast. I still had my legs wrapped around Michael's waist, holding him deep inside me. As my second orgasm ended, Michael leaned over me and kissed my navel and told me he loved me.



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 2



One thing we never discussed was our geographical proximity. We both pretended that we weren't 30 minutes apart and could meet in the middle in 15 minutes. That topic was too tempting. I had told myself as long as we sat safely at our computers typing, we would be safe from all the evils. Yet, now, I was lying on my bed, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting to hear Michael's voice for the first time. Even though I was expecting it, when the phone rang, I jumped. With a shaking hand, I lifted the receiver and heard the magic of his voice for the first time as he said my name. I had always loved my name, but today, "Rachel" sounded absolutely beautiful. I swallowed and said my first hello to this dear man. He laughed and said he was terrified. I told him I felt like a cartoon character with my heart making an outline on my shirt as it beat. Suddenly, everything was all right. I wasn't scared anymore and he didn't sound as nervous. We began talking and the words tripped over one another. I couldn't talk fast enough. Neither could he. We talked and laughed and even cried. The morning flew by as we shared our thoughts. I knew we had crossed an important line, that there was no going back.

Now, instead of going to the computer, I would get up each day and shower and brush my teeth, redress and get into bed to wait for his call. Each day, I would think this couldn't continue. I knew he would get tired of me and my simple thoughts. But each day, we eagerly talked as long as possible, still sharing so much.

One day, while laughing at something I said, he said, "Oh, I love you!" And the conversation stopped. "I do love you. I meant to say it in a better way, but I am glad it is out," he said. And I said the words that I had been fighting to keep inside...that I loved him too.

So the daily talks continued, but he now told me things he wanted for me. He wanted me happy, smiling, loved. When I didn't protest, he went on to say how he would make me happy. At first, the ways to my happiness included little love notes or presents. Then as Michael became bolder, he offered me various loving ways to make me happy. I began to dress for our calls. I would get showered and then into a sexy teddy or panties....or sometimes I would talk with him while naked. After all the years of behaving, doing nothing even slightly wrong, now I just wanted to revel in his love and thoughts. While he told me what he would be doing, I could feel it. I felt his mouth and tongue loving me. I knew when his fingers were deep inside me, feeling my pink.

Talking to him, listening to him, I found myself coming repeatedly. I would call out his name, beg him to love me. He taught me the words to use. I wanted him to fuck me. I had a sweet twat that became a hungry pussy at the thought of him and then became a raging pink cunt when he was fucking me. I learned the words and learned to say them without stammering. He rented a mailbox for me, with a key for both of us. Once, on a visit to our town, he left me a lovely blue vibrator, with a lifetime supply of batteries. Soon, I couldn't wait for my morning loving from this incredible man. I found myself doing anything he asked. Once, when the lawn guys were outside, he told me to stand at the window and touch myself for him. I did this gladly. The men loved it, but Michael loved it even more. He liked that I wanted to please him. He would shop in my town and then suggest something for me to buy. I would go to the Mall and purchase what he requested and then wear it the next day. 

On Friday morning, toward the end of our conversation, he told me he had a wonderful surprise planned for Monday. He wouldn't tell me about it, I had to wait until Monday morning. The only thing he would say is that I should dress very nicely after my morning shower that day, even look like Donna Reed if I wanted to. He absolutely refused to tell me more. I was lying in bed, my blue toy between my legs, the wetness from my lovely pussy all over my thighs. I wanted this man so much. He laughingly told me to come for him...and then started whispering all the words I had come to crave. I came hard, calling his name out loud as I shuddered from delicious spasms. He held me for a few minutes, until my breathing returned to normal, then told me he would call Monday. 

The weekend was endless.

To Be Continued...



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 3



It was finally Monday morning. I was up so early, prowling the house, trying to read, balancing the checkbook, anything to take my mind off of my pending surprise. When my family left for the day, I showered. I hesitated a few moments and then decided. I lathered up my pretty curlies with vanilla soap and carefully shaved all the softness away. As I ran my hand over my mound, I felt only smooth skin and my sweet slit. 

After my shower, I dried myself carefully and sprayed on my vanilla scent. I carefully applied my makeup and brushed out my hair. I slowly dressed for the day. A new blue silk bra and panty set first. Sheer pantyhose and a lovely blue silk slip. I had selected a soft blue sundress and pretty sandals for this shopping trip. As I dressed, I thought of him, wondering what he had planned for me. Finally, it was time for his call. I sat in a chair and waited for the phone to ring. When it did, I was as jumpy as the first time. As soon as I heard his voice, I relaxed. 

He told me about his weekend...I told him about mine. Then he told me to get my purse and cell phone and go to the car. I followed his directions, never thinking about not obeying. In the car, my cell rang, and it was him, chatting as if this were a normal day. He told me to drive to the Mall. He continued talking to me as I drove across town. Finally, he said for me to drive to a large department store and park at the east entrance. I entered the store, still talking on my cell with him. 

He directed me to the men's cologne, telling me that he always wore Obsession for Men, and he would like me to spray some on my arms before I did anything else. From there, he directed me to the lady's fashions. I was told to select 4-5 things, pretty things, things I liked, and to take them to the dressing room. I took my selections to the dressing area and walked to the end room, as he had instructed me to do. The dressing room was very spacious. One entire wall was mirrored. The opposite wall had a padded bench, which was wide and soft. I hung my clothes on the provided hook. I sat on the bench and listened to his voice in my ear, feeling drugged with him. He was whispering to me, telling me to start removing my sundress.

So, I did. I disconnected the call, placed my cell on the padded seat and began. Slowly I unbuttoned and unzipped and removed all my clothing. I stood before the large mirror, completely naked. I could see my soft mound, all bare and pink. I stood there, wondering how this had happened, that Donna Reed was standing in a dressing room, naked and totally in the control of her lover.

The phone rang again. I reached for it as I watched myself in the mirror. Michael's voice was in my ear, in my head, in my heart. He wanted me to sit back on the bench and relax. He knew how nervous I was. His voice told me that he was there, beside me, behind me. He wanted me to open my legs, bring my feet up on the bench. I did that. I was mesmerized by the site of my bare pussy, the slit swollen open and the beautiful pink showing between the lips. Michael said he wanted to touch me, asked me to touch for him. 

My fingers slowly moved to the soft skin of my inner thighs. I told him everything I was doing, how my fingers were moving, caressing, touching. He said it was him touching me, and it was. I felt his fingers touching the naked skin of my little girl pussy, then moving inside of me to feel my womanly juices. His fingers found my clit and gently massaged it. I could feel his skilled fingers as they touched me exactly where I wanted to be touched. At first he moved slowly, hesitantly. But soon, his fingers gained speed and sureness. I could feel an orgasm starting in my legs, slowly causing the heat to spread right into my center. His fingers continued to move against my hard little clit as I cried out in excitement, feeling the pain in my throat as I emitted a growl of pleasure.

As I began to breathe normally again, I heard a knock on the door and a voice calling out to me. Then the door opened and a woman entered the room. She closed the door behind her and looked at me. I was still sitting back on the bench, my fingers deep inside me, my face flushed from coming. She noticed the cell phone in my hand and reached for it. She spoke softly into the phone and then waited. She smiled and said quietly, "I will take care of everything, Michael. Your Rachel is in good hands now."



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 4



She handed me back the cell phone and then knelt in front of me. She very gently reached for the wrist of my right hand, the one buried deep inside my pinkness, and pulled it toward her face. She directed my hand to her lips , opening wide and sucking my glistening fingers into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked deeply on my fingers, a slight moan escaping from deep in her throat. After cleaning them thoroughly, she looked at me and said, "I should introduce myself, I am Carolyn. I heard your cries and thought something was wrong and came to help you. And it appears I was correct, you DO need me!"

She was a lovely woman. Very tall and elegant, she had an incredibly capable air about her. Seeing her kneeling before me, with her face nearly level with my wet pussy was very erotic. I had never fancied women before, never even gave it a thought, but now, the most sensuous feelings were coursing through my body. My fingers were still tingling from her mouth. I watched her as she looked me over, taking in the distended nipples, the shaved and dripping pussy, the cell phone still in my hand.

"You should tell Michael that you are ok," she said. I put the phone to my ear to hear my darling man whispering sweet things to me and offering me total understanding if I wished to dally with Carolyn. 

I sat there, not sure what to do. This lovely lady was kneeling before me. I could see her pretty brown eyes twinkling as she watched me. Her mouth was a soft peach color, all shiny and wet-looking. She was running her gently rounded fingernails, the same peach color as her lips, up and down my legs and inner thighs. As she smiled, her tongue slowly licked her lips, as if anticipating something delicious. Her voice was mesmerizing as she told me how lovely she found me. 

Carolyn said I had a pretty pussy, a tantalizing pussy. Until this day, the only person to see me naked had been my husband. And he found those words obscene, the sex act itself was almost more than he cared for. I could never imagine Jim telling me I had a pretty pussy or waiting to hear me tell him what I wanted. Carolyn was running her fingers up my tummy, playing with my belly button, moving higher still. She cupped my breasts in her hands and just looked at them. Her thumbs started rubbing over the smooth skin and I could feel my nipples tighten and pucker for her. 

She smiled and gave me a knowing look. Her fingers started lightly pinching my nipples, and scratching them. I was enjoying it so much. I could hear Michael telling me anything I did was ok, telling me I could tell him what she was doing. But I couldn't. I held the phone in a daze, just enjoying her touch on my nipples, my breasts. Carolyn started talking out loud, a sexy commentary of what she was doing and what she planned to do. I held the phone closer to my chest so Michael could hear what she was saying. I was incapable of speaking. 

I was lost in the gauzy feeling of lust. I thought Michael had taken me places I had never been. I thought the feelings he had aroused in me were so special, because it was Michael. Now those feelings were running throughout me. I felt as if every nerve in my body was alert and aching. My heart was pounding, I was amazed she couldn't see it. I could feel her warm breath on my breasts and I found myself leaning forward to assist her somehow. But she didn't need my help. I watched as Carolyn wet her already shiny lips and leaned forward, totally engulfing my right nipple with her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed as if in absolute ecstasy. 

Her mouth moved slightly as she sucked my nipple deep into her warmth, licking it and shaping it with her talented tongue. Just as I thought I could feel no greater pleasure, her mouth moved slowly to my left breast, leaving a trail of warmth as her tongue slid to my other needy nipple. God, was this me? Was this Donna Reed, naked in a public dressing room, being made love to by another woman, moaning and begging for more? I could hear Michael's voice, but it was so removed from me and what was happening. I held Carolyn's head against me as she suckled and laved my nipples with her hot tongue. 

Without warning, I felt the heat gathering in my center. I wasn't even aware of it, I just knew I wanted her to continue forever. Suddenly, I felt myself coming. I came so hard and so fast, crying out and panting. As my heart slowed, Carolyn looked up at me and said I was a very good girl. She was so pleased I had come so easily. I was leaning against the wall, breathing a little rapidly still, when her mouth returned to my nipple. I immediately leaned forward, saying her name and growling deep in my throat. 

The pleasure of her mouth and tongue were so overwhelming, I didn't immediately notice that her fingers were moving down my tummy. I realized that something was tickling me and then it stopped. The next sensation I felt was that of a skilled, slim finger massaging my aching clit. I believe I completely stopped breathing for some time. The touch of a finger, not my own, on my clit was incredible. My husband had always been a missionary position guy, straight sex, no frills like oral sex or even foreplay.

For the first 24 years of our marriage, I thought that was how everyone had done this. My sweet Michael made me aware of more. Because of him, I found the sensuousness of touch and slow foreplay. I had my first orgasms with him. I thought I had learned my body well because of him. Now, I had to rethink my entire outlook. These feelings were here, inside me, to be released by many people, not just Michael. This loving woman was making me feel so excited. Her finger was circling my clit, slowly at first, then faster. I could feel my hips thrusting toward her, wanting more, but not sure what that was. 

Carolyn looked up at me. Her lips were swollen from sucking on my nipples. She withdrew her finger from my clit and licked it with her sweet tongue. I heard a disappointed sigh escape my lips. She smiled at me and then placed both hands between my thighs. At first, she just rubbed my naked little pussy, feeling the smoothness and the dampness escaping from within. I didn't realize what she was doing, but I loved it. I felt my thighs falling open, allowing her easier access. Her hands stilled, holding my pussy as if it were the most precious thing in the world. 

She straightened and kissed my mouth, sweetly and deeply. Then, while I was still savoring her lips on mine, she lowered her mouth to my pussy and covered the slit with her lips. It felt like a kiss. A soft kiss at first, just barely touching me. As my excitement grew, so did her courage. I felt her tongue darting in and out, a French kiss on my pussy! Then her tongue centered on my hard little cock, my nubbin. She licked and sucked it until I thought I would go crazy. I had my head thrown back, those little sounds coming from my throat, wanting something...something. She slowly worked two fingers into my hot pussy, moving them in and out as my hips thrust against her hand. I could feel it, a massive orgasm, building inside me. 

My toes throbbed, the heat moved up my legs and came to rest RIGHT THERE, right at the tip of her tongue. My fingers moved into her soft hair as I held her in place, calling her name and pressing her into me as deep as possible. This orgasm was everything. I could feel my pussy clasping her fingers, throbbing against them, pulling them deeper. I heard myself, almost crying with pleasure. She held her face in place until my fingers loosened on her head and I stopped pulsing around her fingers. 

We were just looking at each other and smiling when there was a knock on the dressing room door. It opened slowly and a man entered, closing the door behind him. I was aware of how this must look and wondering what would happen now. The man smiled at us and said, "Hello, Carolyn. I'm Michael. Thank you for taking such good care of my Rachel."



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 5



Finally we met. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. But instead of being all dressed up in a beautiful outfit, wonderfully made up, I was sitting in a dressing room, naked, wet, panting from making love to a woman! There stood my Michael, smiling and taking in the entire scene. I heard his voice and my trained pussy started to ache for him. Carolyn stood up, taking my hands in hers and smiling. She leaned over and kissed my forehead, murmuring, "Goodbye, my little one. This was a morning to remember." With a nod to Michael, she was gone. 

I shyly looked at my phone lover. He was standing by the door, dressed in a business suit. He wore silver wire frame glasses on his intense blue eyes. I could smell Obsession for Men filling the little room. He was watching me, waiting for me to make a move. I closed my legs and lowered my feet. Being short, my feet dangled a little bit above, so I nervously started to swing them. I looked into the mirror and saw the unlikely vision of me, like a little girl, but so very naked and womanly. Michael said my name again. God, I loved the sound of his voice. 

He took a step toward me, holding out his hand. I reached for him and felt his strength as he pulled me forward. Now, we stood near each other, one of us naked, the other perfectly dressed. He smiled down at me and caressed my face. I felt my eyes close as he finally touched me. He placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me. This was something I could not imagine, no matter how hard I tried. I could pretend it was Michael touching my nipples, holding my pussy, loving me. But I could never feel his kisses and this was something I really missed. I felt his soft lips just touching me, so gently, I was afraid I was imagining it. 

Slowly his lips moved back and forth, causing me to open my lips to him, just a little. Finally, I could feel his tongue pressing on my mouth. He gently circled my lips, carefully outlining them and then gliding over them. He tasted so delicious. My fingers reached up to his head, sliding into his soft, brown hair and holding him in place. I found myself leaning into his body in an effort to sink deeper into him. His fingers moved so softly on my face, slowly moving to my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Then he stopped. I looked up at him, wonderingly. He stood before me, holding my shoulders in his large, capable hands. 

My nipples were puffy from the contact with his clothes, I was breathing hard, my pelvis arching toward him. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His little Donna Reed, the woman he had trained to want him....he expected her to initiate today's adventures. I didn't mind, I wanted him. My shaky hands reached up for his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders to help me. I worked on the tie. Lord, why did men want to strangle themselves with this piece of silk? Finally, I was able to loosen the knot and slip the tie over his head. 

He was wearing a lovely pale blue shirt, making his eyes so bright and deep. Now I felt comfortable, this was something I dreamed of doing for so long. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest, leaving a kiss for each button opened. I went on tiptoe to slowly suck first one of his nipples and then the other. I couldn't help smiling as I heard the intake of breath and soft moan escape his lips. This man was so beautiful. 

My husband, Jim, was of slight build. He was not a tall man, I often felt he was too fragile for this world and treated him accordingly. Michael was everything I wanted. Tall and sturdy, with a lovely chest, slightly hairy. He had the most beautiful nipples, very sensitive to my touch, perfect for sucking and licking. My arms slid around his waist and I held him to me. Now, I was the fragile one, the tiny one. I loved the feeling of that. My hands were running over his back and sides, touching all the skin I had dreamed about all these months. As my fingers passed over his nipples, I felt them harden further. I loved the way he responded to me!

My nervous fingers slid to his belt. I had only been with one man my entire life. I had only seen one penis in all my years. I looked up at him. He was smiling and looking at me lovingly. He assured me it was going to be all right. He said there was no rush and perhaps I had had enough excitement for one day. If so, he would understand. But I felt as if all my life had been leading to this one moment, when I would meet and love this man, my Michael.

I knew now what I wanted. My fingers skillfully undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. I hooked my thumbs inside his shorts and lowered everything to the floor. I was still nervous about seeing his penis, my eyes looked everywhere but there. I heard Michael chuckle as he slid his fingers under my chin. He raised my face to his and kissed me so sweetly. " I love you, Rachel," he said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." My arms went around his neck and I reached for his delicious mouth, kissing him deeply and slowly. I knew what I wanted to do and fully planned on doing it!

I stepped back from him and boldly looked at my lover. I looked from the top of his head, past the face I already loved and continued looking and smiling as I started learning about him. He had a lovely tan, dark brown nipples, a flat, but soft, tummy. As my gaze moved lower, I saw, for the first time, his lovely penis. It was long and thick, with the softest brown curlies surrounding it. As if reading my mind, he lovingly said, " It is a cock, Rachel, not a penis. It is a cock that wants his home. You are my home, Rachel, and I ache for you." 

I stepped back to the bench and sat down, pulling Michael with me. Now he stood right before me, as I looked directly at his erect cock. I tentatively leaned forward and licked just the head, taking the tiny drop from there into my mouth. His cock responded by moving forward, as if searching for my mouth. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, feeling a cock in my virgin mouth for the first time. He was so large, so hard, I was worried about choking or not being enough for him. His fingers were in my hair, he was murmuring, saying I should take my time, enjoy myself and stop if I felt uncomfortable.

We had talked about this so many times on the phone. I had imagined his cock in my mouth, the texture, the taste. I just did what came naturally. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slowly swirl around the velvety head. Just that. I would carefully lick away any pre-come, savoring it. Then I would return to my slow licking and nibbling. Occasionally, I would clasp the entire head into my mouth and just suck on it, just the head. He seemed to like that. His fingers would tighten on my scalp and he would move his hips closer to me. I grew bolder as I realized how much he liked what I was doing, and slid my lips down the underside of his cock. 

The amazing thing was how much bigger it could become. If I was impressed by my first sight of it, I was now totally in awe. The more I touched or licked, the larger and harder it became. I nibbled at the base of his cock, as I listened to his moans and sighs. I ran my tongue up the underside and engulfed the head in my hot little mouth, sucking softly. Each time I did this, there seemed to be more precome waiting for me. I let the tip of my tongue slip into his tiny slit, catching droplets as he produced them. I lingered at the spot where the head met the shaft, the little V, and I quickly flicked that spot over and over. 

As my mouth and tongue made love to his cock, my hands were on his ass, stroking them, learning them. I moved my soft little hands up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of his muscles, the softness of his skin. As he stood before me, enjoying my explorations, I heard him say to touch him....THERE. My hands reached up and cupped his full balls. His long, slow YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS told me I had picked the right spot. I let my fingers travel over his full, swinging balls, learning the texture, the feel, the weight. I was feeling quite skilled by now, making my man moan and sigh like this. I boldly lowered my mouth down his shaft, taking more into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I lovingly sucked his hard cock further into my mouth. 

We had discussed this so many times on the phone, whether I would swallow his come if I had the opportunity. In theory, I always thought I would. Now, it was no longer theory. All I could think about was how much I wanted to taste this man, swallow him, have part of him in me. So I continued my ministrations, sucking and licking and massaging. His hips were moving back and forth. His moans were louder. His hands in my hair were more demanding. I caressed his balls and sucked his cock, wanting him to explode in my virgin mouth, to fill me. I heard him saying my name, and trying to pull back. I couldn't stop now. 

His fingers became steely as they held my head to him. His already huge cock swelled further and suddenly exploded in my mouth. I started swallowing faster and faster as his hot come filled my mouth repeatedly. I sucked and sucked, feeling him slowing finally. Now, his cock was soft, smaller. Now, like a kitten, I licked and cleaned and loved his cock. His fingers were softly playing in my hair now. I looked up at my lover, my true lover now, and smiled. He sat down on the bench and pulled me into his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled as I listened to his heart beating.



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 6



I rested against him and listened to his heartbeat return to normal. I heard him chuckle deep in his chest and smiled against him. His hands were running up and down my naked side, just touching and learning. I felt myself getting ready, felt the heat gathering in my center. 

All my married life, I had been told that sex was a onetime activity. You did it in the dark, you did it quickly, you satisfied your husband and you went to sleep. That was sex. That was married sex. There were no lights, no soft touches, no gentle kisses, certainly no conversation.

Now I was sitting on Michael's naked lap in bright lights and my body was exhausted from all the loving. I smiled to myself, thinking..." exhausted, but not dead". His fingers traced my body, making me squirm on his lap, making me think of all those chats about my pretty pinkness, my warm home. At first, they were just random movements, him just touching me. Then his fingers moved to my nipples. I felt the slow circles he made around the entire breast, slowly centering down to my hard nubbins. He gently pinched and flicked the sensitive skin, making them harder and making my back arch to him. He lowered his head to my aching breasts, sucking first one, then the other. I felt his hot, demanding mouth pulling on me, sucking hungrily and I kept thinking about how much I wanted him.

Michael lifted his head and smiled at me. He easily picked me up and turned me toward the mirror. My legs spread over his hips and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. As I sat on his thighs, I watched our reflections in the mirror. I watched his hungry mouth moving on my neck, watched myself throw back my head, encouraging him. His fingers returned to my nipples and I saw the way they made love to them. I thrust my breast into his hands, willing him to touch me there forever. Then, his hands started to move. He traced the sensitive undersides of my breasts, softly moving his fingers around and around. As his hands returned to my flat abdomen, they began to slide down, moving slowly and carefully as I wriggled with anticipation. Finally, his hands rested on my thighs, my soft skin quivering under his fingers. I could see in the mirror how wanton I looked, sitting there naked and spread wide open to him. His fingers moved to my smooth mound, slipping into my hot little slit and spreading the lips. Now he could see my pinkness in all of its glory, all wet and shiny and incredibly pink. His fingers lingered there, touching and rubbing. Once he slipped two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. With the other hand, he gently circled my clit, causing it to forget its shyness and come out to him. Watching him touching me, looking at his face in the mirror and then at his fingers busily inside me had quite an effect on me. I felt as if I were on fire, I was moaning and murmuring his name and encouraging him to continue his activities. I could feel my orgasm gathering, centering on my baby smooth pussy. 

Suddenly, he stopped everything. He looked at my surprised face in the mirror and kissed my cheek. Then he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up and back. I could see the hardness of his cock, the thickness of it as I was lowered down on it. Finally, I felt Michael inside me. I brought my legs up on the bench seat to get some leverage and began to ride his cock. It was much thicker and longer than I was used to, but I loved the feeling of being so full of him. Sometimes I would rock back and forth, sometimes move up and down. Michael returned the finger to my clit and I could hear how wet it was as he rubbed it. 

I had a surprise for Michael. I stopped moving all together and just used my muscles to massage his cock. He gasped at the first stroke and then chuckled. I think he liked all the things I had learned for him. His other hand roamed freely over my body as we fucked. Up and down, up and down, I rode his hardness, trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. His finger moved faster on my clit, his breath harder in my ear. I could feel the heat moving up my legs as our eyes met in the mirror. I continued to urge him to fuck me harder and deeper as our movements became frenetic. 

Michael gave one final thrust, one last touch of my clit and we both began coming. I could feel his come shooting into me as my juices mingled with his. My pussy clamped around his cock and milked him. 

He leaned back against the wall, taking me with him. Our eyes closed and his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his heart pounding on my back, feel his breath in my hair. We remained in this position until we could breathe again. I lazily looked into the mirror and saw us, me on top of my lover, his cock still deep inside me, come sliding down my shaved pussy. We smiled at each other in the mirror, both saying, "I love you" at the same time.



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 7



At some point, Michael turned on the bench, stretching out full length, taking me with him. I was lying on top of him, somewhat like a little rag doll, totally sated and limp. His lovely hands rubbed up and down my back, making little circles and tracing hearts and words of love. I could almost hear him purring with happiness and satisfaction. I was drifting off to sleep when he began talking to me, whispering words of love. One thing that did get through the sleep haze was that, perhaps, we should move on, leave our dressing room prior to security finding us. 

Then we did as all lovers do, we planned our next meeting, our next rendezvous. We found that we each had a few days that week without spouses in town. I boldly invited him to my house, my own bed, to continue my education. We carefully planned the time and then we started kissing again. The thought of having him all to myself for an entire day had me so excited, but the thought of the security finding us kept invading my mind. Reluctantly, we pulled apart. Michael helped me dress, well, not exactly helping because he insisted on kissing all the places I was trying to cover. Finally, we were both presentable. Verifying once again our meeting for Wednesday, we kissed and I left the dressing room.

Tuesday was spent straightening the house, looking at everything as Michael would. I also kept running the tape in my mind, of Carolyn and then Michael, touching my body, pleasuring me. I never knew I could feel such passion, such joy. I happily packed Jim's bag, cooked him a wonderful dinner, even allowed him to fuck my body. It was as predicable as always. He turned to me after the 10 PM news, pulled up my gown and climbed onto my still form. He fucked me with no foreplay, no words of love, no teasing or caressing. After many hard strokes in my unprepared pussy, he came. Kissing my cheek, he rolled away, saying he was leaving early in the morning and would try not to wake me. I couldn't stop comparing the loving from Michael with this invasion of my body by my husband. It made me even surer that being with my lover was the correct thing to do.

Finally, it was Wednesday. A beautiful spring day. The day I welcomed my lover to my home. I love spring...this kind of spring, when the trees are bursting with greenness, and the flowers are breaking through the earth, the air was heavy with honeysuckle and the scent of new-mown grass. It was a lovely day. The sunshine was nearly painful in its brilliance. My lover was coming to me, to spend a glorious day with me, to make love with me until we were both exhausted and could only manage a smile, to just be here in my arms as I kept dreaming he was. He would be here soon. I went to my room, my private bower, where I would soon welcome Michael. I looked over the room one more time with his eyes. The bed was welcoming with pillows and a warm quilt. A scented vanilla candle was perfuming the air. The CD player was full of lovely, romantic tunes, filling my ears with songs of love and passion. I had opened the big window that faces the private backyard. The men were outside, mowing the grass and weeding my garden. The yard would look perfect when my lover stood at this window. I wanted everything to BE perfect. 

Now, it was time for me. I dropped my shorts and shirt in a little heap outside the shower and stepped into the powerful spray. I let the warm water cascade down my hair, as if it were my sweetheart's fingers. I filled my hand with vanilla shampoo and started to wash my hair, gathering it on top of my head and making all sorts of fancy hairdos, feeling the sensuality of his fingers touching my scalp. My eyes were closed. I was vaguely aware of the lawn guys talking outside my window. I looked through the clear shower curtain and 

could see them walking about, doing their work. I leaned forward to rinse my hair, feeling the lather sliding off my now squeaky-clean head. As I massaged in the conditioner, I again felt his fingers touching my head. Now he was massaging my scalp and neck, his fingers playing with my ears and chin. I love his touch. After clipping my wet hair on top of my head, I reached out to the shelf to select a scented soap for my shower. I was aware that more men are within vision of the window, but I was glad they were doing their work and would soon be gone. 

I selected a vanilla soap and poured it into my hands. I washed my arms and shoulders. As I reached my breasts, I thought of how much he loved them, loved the responsiveness of my nipples to his touch. I slowly ran my fingers over the nipples, feeling them stiffen and get all bumply. I pinched them lightly and then ran my fingernails over them. My eyes closed again and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted him there now. I was so hungry for him, my nipples were aching for his touch and I tried to abate that desire with my own clumsy 

hands. I continued to lather my body, thinking of how he would do it, how his hands would slide here and linger there. After rinsing off the soap, I reached between my legs and touched so gently there. I knew what I would find. The lips were already full of excitement, the moisture there having nothing to do with my shower. I poured more vanilla soap into my palm and begin soaping up my soft, hairless mound. With my eyes closed, I easily imagined my lover in the shower with me, cleaning me with his long, sensitive fingers, touching the spots he knows are my favorites, knowing that everywhere he touches quickly becomes my favorite. 

My little shy clit is already blooming, swollen and aching. I touch it with the tip of my finger and feel the pleasure race through me. I knew I should be waiting, that he would be there soon, but I couldn't stop my finger from its path, gently running back and forth on my little nubbin, circling it and making it so hard. I was leaning on the wall, almost unable to stand alone. I kept thinking that he would be doing this or that and then performing the very act I knew he would perform. My fingers were flying inside me, touching my sweet clit, moving deeper, my fingers were entering me and feeling the hot pinkness of me. I needed my lover so much. The other hand was moving over my nipples, feeling the hardness and fueling the ache. I was touching myself as he would, but it was not enough. I lacked the skill of his fingers, I missed his kiss, his warmth, his scent. I was leaning on the wall, looking through the clear curtain, willing him to me. I saw a man entering the bathroom. The curtain opened and it was my lover, my sweet Michael, coming to me as I hoped he would. He was already naked and ready for me. I saw his cock was hard and reaching for me, as anxious as I was to make love. He entered the shower, noting my hand between my legs, my other hand on my breast. He smiled, telling me he was here now, let him help me. 

He placed his hands gently on my cheeks, moving his fingers into my wet hair and kissed me the way he knew I needed, slowly and deeply, as if nothing matters in all the world but this kiss of greeting. Our bodies moved together, blended together, until we were molded one against the other. Then he pulled away and held my body under the spray, making sure that all the vanilla lather was rinsed away. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, taking another one off the rack for me. He held the towel out for me and I stepped into it. We stood there, so hungry for each other, so ready to make love. He was deliberately delaying it, making me wait. He dried my hair with a smaller towel and stood behind me, combing it, taking extra time with all the tangles. He was so incredibly gentle. All the while, I can feel his hard cock pressed against me. I am aware we were standing next to the open window and the lawn men were still at work, but suddenly that didn't seem too important. 

He dried my shoulders and arms, softly and gently, making me feel like the most precious person on earth. I liked the feeling of being so small in his arms, feeling so fragile when he touched me. He lowered my bath towel now, drying my body. He sprayed my vanilla mist on me, rubbed my back with vanilla lotion. I stood before him, both of us facing the mirror. I am naked and clean and so in need of him. He turned me then, so I could face him and feel his chest against me. I felt his hard cock throbbing against me too, yet I knew there was no urgency, no rush. We had all day...all day to make love and exhaust each other. 

I take the small towel and start to dry his chest and back. I am kissing his chest as I dry it, sucking on his tiny, yet very responsive, nipples. He was moaning and leaning toward me. I was so glad he was enjoying it. I love making him happy, giving him pleasure. I let his bath towel drop to the floor and I was once again amazed at the size and heat of his cock. Every time I see it, I am thrilled anew that it is mine, that I can play with it all I want and love it and kiss it and make him squirm with delight. We stand together now, our naked bodies pressed together, our mouths meeting and our mutual moans growing louder.



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 8



We faced one another, our bodies pressed together as we kissed in greeting and anticipation of the day ahead of us. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. We continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair back from my face as we pressed closely together and our tongues played.

My nipples were hard against his chest, my hands gliding up and down his back, feeling his muscles moving so smoothly under them. Sometimes, we drew back just enough to separate our lips, but our mouths stayed so close, I was inhaling him, my delicious man, my sweet lover. I felt his cock between my legs, pressing against my shaven pussy, as if seeking entrance. I felt his heat and strength and I pulled myself closer to him, enjoying the pressure of him, but delaying his actual entry until I couldn't wait any longer. I was vaguely aware that the backyard workers have ceased their work and are gathering at the window, but I had lost all inhibitions. All I wanted was to feel my lover deep inside me, filling me and giving me pleasure. 

I unclasped my ankles, pulling my knees closer to my chest. Ah, there, now I could feel the head of his cock, that lovely silken head, as it entered me so slowly and gently. I reached down and wrapped my small hand around him, holding him lovingly and firmly. I wanted to feel the head of his cock against my throbbing clit, needed to feel him there. I moved his cock into me and started to rub my little nubbin, up and down and then I circled it, slowly. It was so incredibly good, felt so wonderful. I moved his cock faster and faster against my clit. My breath was coming quickly, I was saying his name and asking him to please, please help me....

The roar was building in my head, the heat in my legs was moving up my body to my center. I was so close, and he knew, he knew the signs of my impending orgasm. My darling Michael stood so still, allowing me to do it all, to rub and touch and circle in my own time, at my own speed. I leaned forward and placed my lips on his shoulder, calling his name as the wave hit me. I was holding him tightly and coming...coming so hard, so fast.

My lips parted as my teeth met his flesh. I was holding him as if my life depended on it, holding him to anchor me to this world, when all I wanted to do is spin off into space and never let this feeling end. When I finally came back to him, I was clutching him and sighing, little spasms still shaking my body and my pussy. My hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, which is now even larger and hotter. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and patience there. I am blushing, I could feel the heat in my face. Michael chuckled and held my chin, looking into my eyes. 

"Nothing we do is embarrassing, nothing we need is wrong", he said. I nodded at him, understanding that I was free to love this man the way I dreamed of doing. I slowly slid his cock right into my depths, that pink, hot, wet place I have just for him, his home. Even though I have had him there before, I still gasp at the sensation of being totally full of my lover. My legs wrap around his waist and I pull him even closer, until I can feel his curlies pressed against my smooth pussy. My hands moved to his hips as I encouraged him to set up a rhythm inside me, to move inside me with speed and strength. I could hear the men at the window, hear them breathing raggedly, as we made love directly in front of them, but I didn't

care. I had my lover inside me, making love to me, pleasuring me as I pleasured him. I felt the heat inside me building again. I looked into his eyes and said, "please?" and he nodded, pulling me closer to him as my orgasm made me shudder and clutch him and cry out in joy. Then I felt him join me as he exploded, saying my name and then crying out. I felt his cock so deep within me, throbbing and pouring his come into me. I used my inner muscles to massage him, to milk him and empty him completely. I lowered my head to his 

chest and rested against his heart, listening to the strong steady beat as it finally slowed and returned to normal. 

We clung to each other, waiting until the world stopped spinning and we could breathe once again. I lifted my head from his chest and smiled at him, feeling shy and vulnerable. His return smile was a wonderful sight, full of tenderness and caring. I allowed myself the pleasure of just looking at him, his lovely, strong face, his expressive eyes. I allowed myself to fall into him even further. He helped me down from the counter, put his arm around my waist and walked me to the bed. Gently, he helped me get comfortable in my nest of pillows. Then he went to the sink and wet a cloth and brought it to me. Michael opened my legs and so gently washed me with a warm, soapy cloth, rinsing me and patting me dry. Then he kissed my pretty, clean pussy, causing me to start aching again. 

He sat beside me, his back against pillows, holding me and talking with me. I reached for his lovely cock, moving my mouth close to it and licking it. Like a little kitten, my tongue reached out over and over again, cleaning him and making his cock all shiny. I love this, taking his sweet, soft cock into my mouth, licking it and loving it and feeling it grow to its full hardness as I wrapped my soft, pink lips around it. He was talking with me, but seemed to have trouble concentrating. His hand is in my hair, combing through it, holding it back so he could watch me loving his...no, MY cock. My hand slides down to caress his balls, massaging them and just memorizing the feel of them. As I moved to straddle his lap, I noticed that the workers have given up all pretense of caring for my yard. They were standing at the window, most of them with glazed eyes and hands out of sight. I didn't care. If anything, it was more exciting to me to know they were watching...maybe even envying my lover. 

He was leaning against the pillows, his legs stretched out in front. I straddled him, his hard cock pressed against my pussy. He made it throb and smiled at my reaction. I held one breast out to him, placing my hand on his nape and bringing his mouth to my hard nipple. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes and started to suck on me with such hunger. All these years married to Jim and I had never had a mouth suckle me, take my nipple and make love to it.

Now I had this wonderful lover, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth and making the nerves tingle and throb. I hear a moan deep in his throat. It excited me so much to know I pleased him. I leaned back, arching my back to give him more access. Then, as if for a baby, I break the suction of his mouth. I needed his attention on my other nipple, the one that was hard and aching and so hungry for his touch. Ah, his mouth latched on, he was sucking hungrily again, his fingernails raking gently and then more insistently on the other breast. I was breathing faster, moving my pelvis against his hardness...wanting him inside me but holding off until it is impossible to wait another minute. My hands were in his hair. I was kissing his head, his ears, wherever my mouth could reach. 

Celine Dion was singing...Falling Into You...yes, I am...I am his...I want only him. I want to belong to him. I want to fall into him so completely. God, his mouth on my nipple is so exquisite, pulling softly then roughly, licking, nibbling, sucking, just breathing. He was driving me crazy, making me moan and beg. I want him to fuck me, fuck me deep and hard and fast. I sat up straighter and felt his cock slip between my legs, the tip touching my slit. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hardness, moving the velvet tip up and down along my newly shaven pussy, his pre-come lubricating his way. I was holding his hot cock in my hand when suddenly he released my nipple and lifted his face to meet mine. We kissed, his tongue plunging wildly into my mouth and moving quickly, touching everywhere, tasting everywhere. When the kiss ended, he looked into my eyes and I saw the fire and need in his beautiful eyes. 

He simply said, "yes", then he plunged his cock, MY cock, deeply into my hungry, wet cunt, deep, fast and very hard. I cried out! The men were cheering, telling him that he should give her what she wants, make her happy. He looked at the men and nodded his head and smiled. His hands were on my ass, holding me and lifting me up and down on his hard cock, setting the pace as he moved in and out of my hot pussy. I looked at him. Smiling, I asked if I had ever told him the story of my twat? It was a nice little twat, minding her own business most days, quietly just there in my panties. She had been a good little twat all these years. Then, I think of Michael and I find myself in possession of a pussy, a hungry little pussy, hot and pink, wanting him.

Then, ah, then, he came to me...I went to him...and that sweet little pussy became a cunt. A devouring, needy cunt, needy for him, devouring him, deep into my hot pinkness, my smooth heat. This is the home I have ready for him, just him. As I told him this, I felt his cock moving smoothly into me, staying longer each stroke, feeling the way my cunt sheaths him, holds him in place. I stopped moving and just flexed my muscles, the ones that gripped him tightly when he is inside me. He smiled. I heard that delicious sound, the one made by a hot, wet cock inside a needy cunt. That is us, that is our music. Finally, he lifted me off his cock and slowly and deeply set me back down. My muscles are gripping him so tightly. I was kissing his mouth and whispering how much he meant to me. The men are silent now, watching. I felt him tensing inside me. His finger reached between us and found my sensitive little clit and rubbed so quickly and firmly. The heat was building inside me. 

I kept saying his name, "please, please, help me," As I exploded, my body started shaking and trembling. He held me close until my eyes focused again. Then I felt his swelling. He kissed me deeply as I felt his come filling me.



The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 9



I loved this feeling, this incredible feeling of his cock so deep inside me that it may never be found again. I moved softly against him and felt him shudder and heard his moans. I kissed his mouth, soft now, easy. The urgency was gone, replaced by contentment and satiation. I fitted my head against his shoulder, the spot that appeared made for me. My cheek against his skin, his arms around me, holding me. I felt him slipping out of me and I sighed. I hated this part, when he was no longer inside me. 

I lifted my head and kissed his shoulder, letting my lips move down his chest and tummy as I kissed and licked his slightly damp skin. His head was resting against a pillow, his eyes were closed. He was a picture of the happy man. I was too. All I really wanted to do was lick him. Clean him and kiss him, just for a few moments. Will it always be like this, I wondered. I could not get enough of him and, thankfully, he couldn't get enough of me, either. I played gently with his belly button, teasing it with my tongue, circling it and entering it lightly. 

He smiled, I can feel it. My mouth moved lower. Ah, here it is, my sweet cock, all mine...and it was sleeping. Oh, I love this. My mouth gently wrapped around the head of my cock, licking it and softly sucking it deep into my warmth. Michael slid down further until he was lying on his back. His legs relaxed and slightly spread. I was kissing him and licking him. He had his hand in my hair, playing with it, pulling it back out of my face. I was kissing along his curlies, up to his hip bone, licking and nipping as I went. He turned his body to me, helping me touch here, lick there. He turned onto his tummy, sighing and slipping his hands under his face. I looked at his lovely naked buttocks and back. God, I wanted him again! 

This was so foreign to me. Sex with my husband had always been a weekly, even monthly event. I couldn't imagine having sex twice in one night, or even one week. Yet, here was sweet Donna, wanting this man over and over, feeling like there is no limit to her desire for him. I couldn't stop myself. I straddled his thighs and leaned over to kiss his neck and shoulders. My aroused nipples rubbed his back. My lips traveled over his wonderful, fragrant skin, leaving kisses and nibbles along the way. When I reached the small of his back, my tongue started making love to him. I probed the little indentation I found there, kissing and licking and nibbling the soft skin. 

My tongue traced along the top of his left buttock, circling down his hip and under his left cheek, licking and kissing and lingering. He was moaning, his hips were moving slightly. My tongue moved gently up the area between his cheeks, only to repeat the circling on the right cheek. As I approached his tiny tight bud, his legs parted. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I had never been allowed to touch my husband with my tongue, even our kisses had been chaste and dry. I had never been allowed to explore or learn any of this from Jim. 

Nor had he felt it necessary to learn it about me. As my mouth moved over Michael's beautiful body, these thoughts raced through my head. Imagine naked Donna, straddling her lover's thighs while licking and loving his ass! My tongue searched for the spot I wanted, licking and probing. I heard the men at the window. They had not moved. They were breathing heavily and making comments to each other. Their apparent approval only made me braver. My tongue reached that tight circle. I licked up and down across it and I heard him inhale. 

His legs spread apart further. I pointed my tongue and moved right to the tiny opening, pushing gently with the tip, turning my head and letting him feel my tongue as it moved so gently in his ass. My hands slid under his hips and I could feel his cock was hardening again. I heard him moan as he lifted his hips to meet my mouth. Now I felt confident that this was what he wanted. My tongue pushed harder and I felt it slide past the tight ring and I was inside him. 

My tongue was in his ass, moving in and out, fucking him. Little Donna Reed, licking the inside of a man, taking pleasure in fucking his tight ass, loving the taste and feeling of him. Inside, he was so hot and smooth. My tongue was probing, moving as much as possible to enjoy the full texture of him. I felt his cock getting harder in my hand. He had lifted his hips and spread his legs to allow me full access. I slid my tongue in and out, almost completely out before plunging back in again. I could tell he liked the feel of my tongue inside him.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. I wondered what I had done wrong. Michael flipped over on his back, pulling himself up again, against the pillows. His legs were spread and he was smiling. Ah, he wanted to see me, he wanted to watch. I slipped my hands under his ass, lifting him slightly as my mouth traveled back to his hot little hole. He lifted his legs and placed his feet on my back. Now the angle was perfect. I kissed his balls, sucking them into my mouth, first one and then the other. My mouth lingered on that soft, clear area of skin behind his balls. 

I moved my mouth lower, covered his hole with my mouth and sucked on him. Then I plunged my tongue as deep as possible. He pushed back against me, against my hot little tongue. I stopped long enough to say, "I am fucking you." He was smiling and telling me not to stop, so I continued. His cock was dancing before my eyes, so hard and red. I was moving my tongue in and out of his most private spot. I loved the feel of him, the taste of him. His hips were moving faster and I saw his eyes were glazing over. I pulled my tongue completely out, watching his face, his eyes. 

Then I pushed with all my might, burying my tongue deeply inside him. I felt him coming. I could feel his come as it fell on me and saw it on his tummy. I felt his spasms around my tongue. I heard his sighs. I let my tongue linger there until all his spasms ceased and his legs went slack. I moved my tongue gently in and out, turning my head from side to side so he could feel my tongue circling inside him. His hands grew heavy on my head. I kissed his little hole and moved away from him. i went to the sink and washed my face and brushed my teeth. 

Then I lathered a cloth and gently washed the pearly white drops from his belly. I cleansed his cock, rinsed away the soap and patted him dry. Michael was so drowsy, he smiled as his eyes closed. He settled down into the bed, into our pillow nest. I pulled the quilt over him. 

Then I walked to the window, the men openly watching my every move. Embolden by our lovemaking, I blew them a kiss and lowered the blinds, making the room dim. I heard the guys muttering as they walked away. I went back to the bed and slid in next to him. He had turned away from me, on his right side. I scooted right up to him, pressing my flesh to his. My arm was over his side and holding his hand, my lips pressed to his back. We were snuggled down into the nest of pillows, spooned together as one person. I heard him sigh and settle, grasping my hand. The room was scented by the vanilla candle and we listened to Streisand sing about love. 

We slept.