The Downfall of Donna Reed 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 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 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 1

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...