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Something about Donna, 4.
"That sounds great, baby!" Donna said warmly, nodding along to David, once again describing his apartment-to-be.
She was in the passenger seat, Dan did the driving, and her son sat behind his father. David was fidgeting nervously, as the car made the final turn, closing in on its destination.
Donna understood his discomfort. They were on their way to the house of his best friend and parents for a talk that promised to be anything
but
comfortable. Donna couldn't help feeling excited, though. Sure, they were supposed to have a serious conversation over dinner concerning the recent 'developments' between the two families. But, they had tried that yesterday, with the results being further 'developments', instead.
Donna's loins still burned at the memory, and she struggled not to show her secret wish for even more 'stuff' to happen at this evening's gathering. She had spent an unreasonable amount of time in the shower earlier, 'getting ready'.
At first, she had thought about how the serious discussion might
actually
go. Her thoughts had pretty soon wandered to what
could
happen that evening. She had quickly found herself with her hand between her legs, with several naughty images flashing in her mind. The last, and naughtiest, was an image of David lying on his bed and stroking his hard member.
It was the same image she'd conjured up yesterday, after having pointed out to her son that he probably should be doing just that. The fact that Donna had actually snuck up later to listen outside his room, was an angst-ridden secret she would carry to the grave. Not that she'd heard anything, though, but still.
These thoughts and dirty visions had given her a small orgasm in the shower. That woke her to the realisation that she was supposed to be getting ready, and so she had left the shower and hurried to get done.
Now there she was, half-an-hour later, sitting in the car with her loving family, her panties already sticking with wetness.
Since it was Tuesday afternoon, the family had met at home after the working day and gotten in the car. Now, just a few minutes later, they were creeping up the driveway to the residence of Richard, Rachel and Ricky.
"Dunno about this..." David groaned, as they walked up to the house.
"I'm sure it will be fine," his father assured him, not sounding nearly convinced enough.
"Don't worry, baby," Donna hummed, and put a hand on David's arm. "We're all adults here," she added, and squeezed the arm a little bit, giving her nether regions a shameful, but vibrant, tingle.
She let go, more unwillingly than she'd dare to admit, as they reached the front door and rang the bell. It was promptly answered by Ricky.
"Hello," the young man greeted them, with an embarrassed smile.
David actually went inside first, the two best friends both friendly and awkwardly bumping shoulders, as he passed.
"Hi there, Ricky," Dan coughed, opting for a dubious handshake. "Your parents inside?"
"Yeah, in the living room. Dinner's done already," Ricky announced, with a polite shrug.
Donna faced him, gave a sly smile and cooed, "Hey, stud," accompanied by a most suggestive wink.
Ricky basically giggled at that. His cheeks flushed. Still, he seemed to grow with 'man-pride'.
Donna chuckled, well remembering the young man's cock vigorously pumping in her just a few days prior. The front door closed behind her. Donna took her coat off, making sure her voluptuous cleavage didn't go unnoticed.
Poor Ricky couldn't tear his eyes away from the billowing bosom.
Donna giggled heartily at the embarrassed young man, patted him gently on the arm, before making her way towards the living room.
Everyone was standing around, making awkward small talk, waiting for Richard to finish setting the table.
"Well..." the burly man huffed. "Let's sit down and get this all sorted out."
Donna quickly sat down next to the host. She knew that if she wanted to get something naughty started, the easiest way was to stroke Richard's ego. The key was to get him onboard. The rest would fall like dominoes.
She knew Rachel wouldn't resist another dance with Dan, and the remaining men would probably quickly follow suit. Donna felt confident that she would win Richard over by the end of the meal, her womanly charm and luscious behind, likely to be very helpful in that regard.
"I appreciate that you invited us," Donna started politely, smiling at Richard and her best friend.
Rachel was quite timid in her demeanor, but Donna noticed the gleaming excitement in her eyes. Her eyes darting between Dan and David, whilst sipping on a glass of wine, Rachel seemed to just expectantly let this all play out.
"Yes, well..." Richard grunted, as an answer to Donna. "We needed to discuss things...again." He shot a sour glare at Ricky and David.
David looked away, picking with his fork at the overcooked salmon on his plate.
Ricky winced a bit. "Dad, I've already--" he started.
But his father held up a hand. "Yeah, I know. No need to hear all that again," Richard grumbled.
Dan coughed slightly. "Maybe..." he started, "...we could all agree that we've all, eh, got a bit carried away, again." He poked at his fish. "Let's just decide to not do any more 'things' and get back to normal. You know, just leave it at that?"
Richard nodded. "Yup, that would probably be for the best," he agreed.
"Absolutely," nodded David, seemingly relieved at the rather quick resolution.
"Sure, sure," nodded Ricky, in much the same manner as his best friend.
Rachel emptied her glass. "Sure, I guess," she muttered, and gave an unimpressed half-shrug.
Donna let out a humming tweet. She gently put her hand on Richard's leg. "Well..." she purred, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I still have a lingering, um,
longing
for a certain someone's 'big' talents." She squeezed at the sturdy leg and gave Richard a long, seductive gaze.
Richard met her eyes and grunted, flustered, "Well..." he chuckled. His blushing cheeks told Donna she was close to success.
"I, ahem, guess I can confess to some, eh, longing of my own." He sent Donna a taut smile, and looked away.
"I mean... Maybe we
shouldn't
start this again?" Dan protested, hurriedly.
Donna signed divorce papers in her head, but Rachel quickly got the situation back in the 'right' direction, though.
"Unless..." the blonde bombshell purred, scratching Dan by the arm, "...we'd just do it one last time. It might be for the best, you know." She leaned in and kissed Dan's cheek. "Just to get it out of our system."
Dan's face flushed. He looked around the table, Donna and Richard already touching each other and purring small moans; the boys sitting frozen like uncomfortable statues.
Dan coughed and slowly got to his feet. "You guys have some video game or something, right?" he shakingly asked his son.
"Yep. Sure," David mumbled, not facing his dad's look.
Ricky gave David an annoyed look and slapped him on the arm.
Without warning Rachel lost her cool. She shot to her feet and clasped Dan tightly round the arm. "Well let's go then!" she squealed, with frantic urgency.
Richard, watching his wife drag Dan towards the master bedroom, stood.
