Donna Bellows checked her face in the mirror by the front door. She decided she would have to get by as she was. Her husband's best friend, Gil Gentry, had called to ask her to meet him in town at a little out of the way restaurant. She knew what he wanted, and she was uncertain how he would react to what she had to tell him.

She picked up the big shoulder bag she usually carried. It wasn't that stylish perhaps, but it held all the things a mother of three needed to have with her. Picking up her keys, she looked again at her reflection.

"I really am one damn idiot." she said aloud. She slowly closed the door behind her and got into her BMW.

As she drove to meet Gil, her thoughts returned to the other night at the party she had attended at the company he worked for. She knew better than to go without her husband Steve. But he had an emergency at one of his construction sites at almost the last minute and had talked her into going without him.

"Honey, you're all dressed up, the kids are at the sitter's and you surely don't want to stay here or in the truck while I try to fix this mess. Besides, the party will be full of our friends and its good for you to get out. I hate missing this, but equipment failure is no reason you shouldn't have a good time."

So she had gone, and indeed had a good time. Most of the people there were familiar faces. She had circulated and enjoyed the food, the conversation and the drink. Perhaps she had enjoyed the drink too much. She shook her head. She was not going to put blame on anything or anyone but herself. She had indeed drank enough to lower her inhibitions, quite a lot in fact, but no amount of alcohol justified her acting like she had.

She had gone out the back door for a bit of air to clear her head. The slight buzz was pleasant but she knew anymore and she would have to leave her car and get someone to take her home. She took a deep breath, and nearly jumped out of her skin as someone spoke.

"Donna, what are you doing out here all alone and unattended?"

"Gil Gentry, what are you doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She laughed and walked over to him.

He certainly was good looking, Donna thought to herself. Tall and blonde and handsome, he was such a contrast to Steve, who was stocky and dark. Not that Steve wasn't as handsome as Gil was. But Gil had that movie star look that made women melt. Even she had been guilty of flirting with him when he wandered through more than one party, including this one. But that was harmless, she reminded herself. She never went further than just a very casual flirtation. She certainly was never going to do more than that.

"You look a little cold, Donna. Here." Gil swept off his sport coat and draped it over her. Donna admitted it did feel good. She had worn a black sleeveless dress that left her shoulders bare. It had been fine inside, but there was a little nip in the air.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he smiled. "That's what friends are for." Without giving her an opportunity to speak he went on, "Seriously, what are you doing out here? And where's Steve? Did I miss him tonight or what?"

"Or what, I guess." she replied. She had explained what all had happened. She concluded, "I just wanted some time out of all the smoke in there. I don't understand how people can breath."

"I know. But hey, its getting pretty cool out here. How about," he laughed and made a bow, "I walk milady down the hall and show her my new office? We'll stay out of the smoke and out of the cold at the same time."

"Why Gil, this is so sudden," she had laughed in reply. "Are you going to offer to show me your etchings."

"Would it work?" he teased her.

"Now you know better than that." she scolded him.

"I do and I'll behave." He offered her his arm and she took it.

They strolled down the plushy carpeted hallway until he stopped and unlocked a door.

"First Vice-President! That's new, Gil. When did that happen?"

"Just a few days ago. I had a time moving everything from my old office and getting it all to work in here. but it all fit and it all works as it should." She wondered briefly at the wording of the comment but dismissed it. The office was indeed lovely. Dark furniture was offset by light wood paneling and bright drapes, drawn at the moment.

"This really is beautiful," she commented. Absentmindedly, she slipped his jacket from her shoulders and draped it over a chair.

"Yes, it is," he remarked softly. His hands gently touched her shoulders and rested there. "Not as beautiful as you are though."

She couldn't even tell herself how it had started. It seemed one moment they were standing in his office, his hands lightly brushing her bare shoulders and the next they were locked in each others arms. He was wildly kissing her. Her hands at his shoulders, she pushed against him, once, twice, then three times. Each push was weaker than the one before as his tongue invaded her mouth, and she found herself accepting it.

"Oh God, Donna, I've wanted you for so long," Gil gasped as he pulled her against him.

The part of Donna's brain that screamed she was making a mistake fell silent under the all but choking lust that was overcoming her. Gil's hands lifted the hem of her skirt and then plunged inside her panties to massage her ass cheeks. His teeth pulled open the back of the already unbuttoned dress and be began to suck her nipples through her bra. The scrape of the black nylon over her nipples made her moan and pull his head right to her. She frantically pulled her arms out of her dress top, shaking it to the floor and managed to reach behind her and unfasten her bra.

Gil released her ass to jerk her bra down her arms and then cup her breasts. His face lifted and he began to lick along her neck, then up to her ear. His fingers rolled her nipples, making them stiffer and stiffer. The more they ached for his touch the more the fire grew throughout her body. She felt his hands catch her dress and pull it all the way down to drop over her feet.

Standing only in now wet panties, Donna felt only desire. When Gil took her hand and guided it inside the opening to his trousers, she immediately grasped his erection and began to stroke it. It took only one gentle push and she fell to her knees and greedily pulled it free and into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, Donna," Gil moaned. He leaned back against the edge of his desk. Carefully he reached back and opened a drawer. He fumbled inside for a moment, then brought his hands to Donna's head. He tilted her face up towards him. He smiled broadly, "Yes, that's it. Suck my cock Donna. Mmmmm, you are so good at it."

Suddenly he had pulled her up to him. In one move he scattered the items on his desk top and stretched her out on her back on it. He tore her panties off and let his trousers fall to the floor. Pulling her to the edge he settled himself against her. Spreading her legs he thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in her pussy.

Donna was lost to the moment. She felt Gil's cock ride in and out of her, faster and deeper with every stroke. Vaguely she could hear him grunting as he fucked her.

"Yeah, take it. Take it. Take it."

Donna squeeze her legs tightly around Gil's torso. She felt him swell up inside her and bucked her hips to meet him. He cried out and she cried out with him.

Sanity returned. Horrified at what she had done, she had thrown her dress on, stuffed her underwear inside her pocketbook and bolted out of the entire office complex. She had driven home and plunged into the shower as if somehow the hot water could wash away the incredible folly she had just committed.

When Steve finally got home, she had pretended to be asleep. He snuggled into the bed and she curled up against him. Trying to lie still so as not to disturb him, she had finally dropped into an uneasy slumber.

The next day had not been better. After getting everyone off to work and school she had sat at the kitchen table and grappled with what she had done. Not only had she betrayed Steve, it seemed as if she had done it without thinking. 15 years of faithfulness down the drain in one swoop.

Well, it had happened. She felt awful. But by no means was she going to act as though having happened once it could happen again. She knew that supposedly the first affair was the hardest. For her, it would also be the last.

"Damn, Donna," she spoke aloud to herself. "It wasn't even that good!" Gil's attractiveness was in his looks, that was for sure. His love-making skills were not even the slightest match for Steve's.

Several days passed and she began to calm down a little. She still wrestled as to whether or not she should confess to Steve. She knew it would hurt him terribly, perhaps unforgivably. At the same time, she thought that the honesty they had always given each other demanded confession. She decided to think it over. She could not reach a decision. Perhaps by Saturday night, the night the two of them always tried to spend together, she would know what to do.

Then the phone call came on Friday.

"Hello?"

"Hi Donna, its Gil. We need to talk."

"Gil, I'm not sure that's a good idea. In fact, I know its a very bad one."

His voice was determined. "You need to hear what I have to tell you."

"Okay. Sanderson's at 1 PM for lunch?"

"That'll be fine. Don't be late." He had hung up abruptly.

The drive over had taken forever. Donna had considered and discarded a dozen different scenarios and conversations on the way. The one thing she knew for sure was there was not going to be any affair. What had happened was something she couldn't change but it was not repeating.

She parked near the door and entered the small restaurant. She smiled at the maitre-de and asked him if Mr. Gentry had arrived yet. Receiving a nod, she allowed him to escort her to a small, out of the way table in the back of the room. Gil was sitting there already.