Something about Donna Ch. 03

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Something about Donna, 3.

“That smells great, honey!” Donna cooed happily, leaning over the stove.

Dan had just finished cooking and proudly displayed his work. “I know, right!” he boasted.

Donna patted her husband and began setting the table.

Rachel and Richard had reluctantly agreed to this Monday-evening dinner. Sure, Rachel had told Donna over the phone that things were fine between the couple. But, still, the whole thing was a bit awkward and tense.

“You sure you’re still okay, honey? About Rich and all?” Donna asked gently. She had told him the previous night that Richard had had sex with her, although she’d left out the circumstances surrounding David.

“Of course!” Dan answered, a bit too quickly. “I mean, I had Rachel, right. So why not? Yup. I’m fine,” he ranted, as he started putting the food on the table.

“It’s just–” he stammered, “…a bit, uh, freaky that you’ve had both father and son, you know…”

Donna felt defensive. “Well, so has Rachel!” she blurted out, without thinking. She coughed and put a hand on Dan’s chest.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Dan asked, confused.

Donna sighed and put on her most caring voice. “David slept with Rachel yesterday,” she said gently.

“David didwhat?” Dan splurted.

Donna nodded slowly, with an exaggerated air of understanding. “Rachel, eh, told me on the phone earlier,” Donna lied. “Happened yesterday, too.”

“Man…” Dan puffed. “I mean, you have to agree that it’s a bit messed up. Right?” he asked, fumbling about with the cutlery.

“Yeah. Well.” Donna both nodded and shrugged, trying not to really answer, also trying very hard not to show signs of the sudden tingling between her legs. Donna finished setting the table as she thought about Ricky and David.

The young men had declined to join their parents’ dinner, though; instead, opting for a walk and a heart-to-heart.

Which was exactly what David was getting ready for when he walked into the kitchen.

“They’ll be here any minute,” he said. “Ricky just texted me.”

“Great! Thanks, baby!” Donna squealed, and clapped her hands together.

“Yeah. Sure, mom,” David muttered. “You all right, dad?” he suddenly asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“Yup. Fine.” Dan mumbled, and avoided his son’s concerned look.

As if being saved by the bell, he was saved by the bell. The doorbell.

Donna squealed joyfully and went to open the front door.

A very uncomfortable little crowd emerged from the doorway. Rachel and Richard exchanged awkward greetings with their hosts.

David and Ricky left the house pretty much instantly.

The two couples sat down. Donna chattered on about all kinds of mundane things. The mood was stale, and wine was brought out as a remedy. Two bottles later, and the food quickly finished, the mood finally allowed for the intended conversation.

It actually went better than expected. The husbands had just the right amount of information, Donna felt. It turned out that Rachel had already confessed to her husband about what she’d done with Dan, albeit conveniently leaving out Donna and Ricky’s involvement.

“This is just so crazy…” Dan chuckled nervously, and shook his head. “Guess we could try to look at it as some bonding with our sons or something,” he shrugged, in an attempt to make a joke.

Richard turned to him. “What do you meanour sons?” he asked, with some worried agitation in his voice.

Dan seemed a bit taken aback. Before he got the chance to explain himself, Donna took control of the narrative.

“I might have, um, slept with Ricky a little bit…” she chirped, trying to seem regretful and innocent.

Richard gaped. “I’ll be damned…” he puffed. He looked back and forth between Donna and Rachel. “I mean you two are just–” he grunted.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” said Dan. He gave an insecure, but sorta heartfelt laugh.

Somehow, it dismantled the tension in the room. Everyone emptied and refilled their glasses. The talk flowed more easily and felt almost constructive. They talked about the sex, at least the revised versions. Both Donna and Rachel seemed adamant to keep those intact.

It was decided that they would leave the whole thing behind them, and move forward. After that point, the gathering was starting to feel like usual between the four friends. Except, Donna usually wasn’t so horny during the couples’ dinners.

Since it had been the main topic of the evening, her head was spinning with the memories. There was Dan nailing Rachel, Ricky banging her, Rachel fucking David and Richard plowing her ass. Donna found herself with soaked panties and was panting quite heavily. Damn, how she wanted to get her some!

“I mean–” she started, interrupting the men, “…We’ve hadsome fun these last few days though! Right?” she chuckled, eyes bright.

“Well, I mean…” Rachel coughed, “Sure. I knowI had some fun,” she purred and winked at Dan.

Donna felt excitement when she saw her husband’s cheeks glow red.

“Yeah…” he nodded, a hint of a satisfied grin.

“Don’t be so gloomy, Rich,” Donna cooed, and put her hand high on Richard’s inner thigh. “I vividly remember feeling your fun getting all over me yesterday,” she purred, and squeezed with her hand.

“Well… Ha! Sure! I didn’t mind it,” Richard chuckled, noticeably flustered. “Still can’t believe you two, though,” he teased the women.

“Mmh, pretty naughty wives you guys have, huh? Haha!” Donna giggled.

“You could say that again,” chuckled Dan.

“You might even need to punish us a little bit,” Donna cooed playfully, pouting lips and playing innocent.

There were a few silent heartbeats, almost as if everyone was waiting to see where this would go next. It was Richard who, with a gruff, broke the silence.

“Well, I don’t know about you–” he slowly started, looking at Dan, “but maybe our ladies do need some, ahem, talking to.”

“I knowI do…” came a soft purr from Rachel.

Donna was wet. No use denying it. Seeing the newly lighted gleam in her husband’s eyes, ‘didn’t help’.

Dan puffed. “Maybe, go to the bedroom?” he asked carefully.

Donna was on her feet in an instant. That stirred up the rest of the company. In a matter of seconds, the four adults had, under moans and giggles, rushed upstairs to the bedroom.

“So, boys? What are you gonna do about your naughty little wives?” Donna giggled, once they were all gathered in her bedroom.

Dan, who was well familiar with this game, grinned. “Well, maybe a bit of spanking would be appropriate.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Donna said, with a pretend-sigh.

“Heh. All right!” Richard puffed. Donna saw his groin bulging.

Dan pretended to think. “Would be more comfortable for you with fewer clothes on,” he concluded matter-of-factly.

“Oh, you think?” Rachel chuckled, sarcastically. She smiled at Dan, and pulled her shirt off. Her pants quickly fell to the floor.

Donna squealed with girlish excitement. Her dress was on the floor in a heartbeat. She greatly enjoyed feeling the men’s eyes on her when she unclasped her bra and let her big boobs out.

Both Dan and Richard groaned at the sight of them.

Rachel followed suit and let her firm tits free.

Then both ladies climbed up on the bed. They were on all fours, with their asses turned to their husbands, making a show of simultaneously pulling their panties down.

Dan was on his wife immediately. “Bad girl!” he growled, and slapped Donna’s jiggling cheek with his hand.

“Oh!” squealed Donna happily. Her pussy surged with wetness. “I’m still a bit bad I think,” she purred to her husband, wiggling her juicy butt invitingly.

“Yeah?” Dan puffed, and spanked her again.

“Oh!” squealed Donna. Dan spanked her again. And again. And again.

“Yes! Yes! Aaah!” Donna screamed, absolutely loving it.

Next to her, Rachel was moaning a bit to Richard’s ass-slapping. Donna could tell they hadn’t done this nearly as much as Dan and her. The spanking went on a little while. Then the grinning, panting men took a few steps back to enjoy the view.

“Fuck, that felt great…” Donna panted, into the mattress.

Beside her, Rachel chuckled and looked over her shoulder. “You boys hard yet, or what?” she laughed, teasingly to the husbands.

“Bet your ass we are!” Richard grunted. Dan gave a short laugh. Both men proceeded to get undressed and sure enough, within a moment, they stood naked with their throbbing hard-ons out for the wives’ enjoyment.

The ‘punish-the-wives-play’ seemed already abandoned.

Richard was the first to take initiative. “I’ll show you hard!” he groaned, and stepped up to his wife’s side of the bed.

Rachel had barely turned and sat up, before Richard put a hand on her head. “Here you go!” he grunted, and firmly put his hard dick in Rachel’s mouth.

Donna watched her best friend’s blowjob, vividly remembering how she’d seen David receive one just yesterday. The image of her son’s dick getting sucked, flushed Donna with a warm, almost burning, tingle.

“Ooh, get over here, honey! Quick!” she gasped urgently, “I really need to suck that dick!” Feeling a strange need to clarify, she coughed, “Your dick!” as Dan happily strutted over to her.

Donna sat up, facing Dan, just as his swaying boner reached her face. Instantly, she grabbed the hard shaft and inserted it into her mouth. The warm, salty, taste filled her, as she eagerly started sucking and stroking the throbbing member.

“Oh God, babe…” Dan moaned pleasurably.

“Yeah? She sucks good, huh?” groaned Richard, with a sweaty grin.

“Yeah! About as good as your wife!” Dan chuckled, and winked goadingly.

“Fuck you…” Richard chuckled, trying to sound unbothered.

The slurping and gulping symphony of intense cocksucking vibrantly filled the air.

Donna was getting wetter by the second. It had nothing to do with the flashing images of her lips wrapped around David’s cock, of course. Absolutely not. Donna was insistently shaking those impulsive visions away. She pulled Dan out, jerking his soaked rod against her swollen boobs and panting up at him. “H-how about a switch maybe?” she gasped.

Dan glanced over at Rachel. The blonde had taken her husband out of her mouth and stared Dan in the eyes, her gaze burning with desire.