Donna' S Story

by Mendon Fishers

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Cheating, Rough, Sadistic, Slow, Violent, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: A tale of a selfish woman who forsakes her family for her own pleasure and pays a price.

My flight home was a little rough. There were enough "bumps" that the Fasten Seatbelt light never went off, there was no beverage service, and you didn't have a chance to get to the rest room unless you sat right next to it. Of course the pilot said we were experiencing a "little turbulence".

I'd hope I never experience his idea of real turbulence.

We finally landed and I deplaned. I was expecting to see my husband and children waiting for me once I was out of the secure area. They must have had car trouble and were running late, but why hadn't they called my cell phone to let me know.

When I got my cell out of my purse, it said "no service". So I went to the baggage claim and waited to get my luggage. After pulling it off the carousel, they still weren't here. So I went outside and waited by the pickup, looking for my husband's car.

When I had waited about thirty minutes, I decided to find a pay phone and call my husband's cell. Instead of him answering or getting his voice mail, I got "Number Unknown". I assumed Version had screwed up again, so I called our house. I got a message that, "This number is no longer in Service".

Now I was pissed! Tom must have changed phone carriers and forgot to tell me. This was something that brainless asshole would do. He'd think he was saving a few dollars by changing, but forget to tell anyone, so I would need to straighten out everything. Boy was he going to hear about it when I get home.

By now an hour had passed and I wanted to get home, so off to the first Rent-a-Car counter I went. It was there I found out none of my credit cards worked. The clerk said they were all cancelled.

Since I had only $20.00 in cash on me, I went looking for an ATM. Once I found one I had my next surprise. We normally kept a couple of thousand dollars in the account. The ATM indicated there was only $100.00. I took it all out and caught a cab home.

About 45 minutes later, we were pulling up in front of my very dark house. There was no sign of life. My car was in the driveway. It had no license plates on it. I loved my BMW, but there was a notice on it that the leasing company had repossessed it. What had that idiot husband of mine done now? I let him control our money and pay all the bills. How had he managed to screw up so bad? We both made good money. I was a junior partner in a successful law firm.

I looked at my status symbol house. All the windows and doors were covered with plywood. There was a notice nailed to the front door indicating the bank had foreclosed.

My life was coming apart. I trusted my husband to handle these things. It looked as if I was going to be required to take over all responsibilities now. I'd have my PA handle all this now. I'll teach Tom to mess up and inconvenience me this way.

As I was standing there, the neighbors from across the street walked over. They explained that my husband and children had moved out two weeks ago and left me this envelope. (I had spent the last two weeks with my boyfriend pretending to be at a conference in Las Vegas.) I opened the envelope, in it were two letters. The first one I opened was from my children. My girls said they were moving away with their Dad because he had always loved them and I was always working and too busy for them. They wished me good luck. Neither of them signed "love" to the letter.

The second letter was in my husband's handwriting. It listed a storage locker with a key taped to it. A receipt indicated the locker was paid for a month. He said all my belongings were there.

My neighbors let me use their phone. I called a girl friend of mine and explained my predicament. She agreed to pick me up and let me stay with her a few days until I could get back on my feet.

While I was waiting for my ride, I started getting very mad. I was a damn good lawyer. I was going to make my husband pay and pay dearly for all this.

My current boy friend was also an attorney at the same firm. He was a partner and very powerful. He'd help me. I was the best lay he ever had.

That's why I started sleeping with him in the first place, his power at the firm.

Now I must admit that I was drawn to his aura of power. He dressed in $2000 suits, his home was in an exclusive neighborhood, people bowed to him. The only drawback was that he was a very selfish lover. He could care less about my feelings as long as he got off.

All I was to him was eye candy. A beautiful, well built woman to have on his arm, someone to show off to his friends, someone to brag about, someone to degrade.

I can't remember having him ever give me an orgasm.

Why did I stay with him? He promised to divorce his wife when the time was right, and I would take her place. That's why I put up with his gross behavior. He was worth some serious money and I would not sign a prenup, unless I wrote it.

Sheri finally pulled up with her boyfriend du Jour. He helped load my suitcase in her car and off we went. I could tell by the way the boyfriend was talking that he thought he was going to get lucky and was going to be part of a three some.

Boy was he going to be disappointed. I really didn't see what Sheri saw in that loser, but she did tell me that he had a big dick once.

When we finally arrived at Sheri's apartment, got me settled in the guest bedroom, I got on the phone to my boyfriend. We communicate via disposable cell phones, so that there's no record of our calls. As expected, his call went to voice mail, but he'd call me back when he was free of his wife. I left him a very detailed message of what my husband was trying to do.

About 5 minutes later, Sheri informed me that a man was on her phone for me. I identified myself and then my boyfriend went off on me. It seems that when he got home from his trip, he wife had packed up his things and put them on the front lawn.

She had thrown him out.

He was staying at his club until he got an apartment.

She also had him served with divorce papers, reason Adultery and guess who was named as the "other party". She even had pictures of us in various motels having sex.

He said that he never wanted to see me again because it was "my" entire fault for not keeping my husband in line.

I guess my husband's revenge was spreading. I felt a twinge of pride in my wimp husband for what he'd had the courage to do.

It was just a twinge; I was still going to make him pay.

My now former lover hung up, I started to break down. Sheri and her boyfriend held me for the next couple of hours and tried to cheer me up.

I cried myself to sleep on the couch. I couldn't believe how badly I had screwed up.

Sunday morning I started putting together a plan to get my husband and family back. I knew deep down that he loved me, and I would manipulate those feelings to my benefit.

It would be just a repeat of 20 years earlier when I first met him.

My mind drifted back to those early years. I met my husband Tom when we were juniors at an eastern college. One of my girl friends pointed him out to me as a good catch. She said he was very bright and would probably be rich some day. He wasn't athletic, but had a pretty decent body and was kind of cute in a nerdy way.

I proceeded to check him out over the next few weeks. I found that he was a Business major w/ a Computer minor (That's why the nerdy appearance). He was on a full scholarship. He carried a 4.0 average. He didn't really date. To make matters even better, there were a couple of businesses trying to get him to sign on with them before he graduated. I was impressed because we were still juniors and business didn't usually recruit until just before graduation.

My parents were successful. My father was the head of a medium sized law firm and my mother was enjoying the benefits of his success. It was decided that I would go to law school and become an attorney in my father's firm. It was either that or get a job right out of high school.

I may be a natural blond, but I was far from stupid. I picked law school.

After my freshman year, I realized that a lot of the girls were not trying for a degree, but actually trying to land a husband to provide them with the good life. As I thought about it, I didn't think that was such a bad idea, so I became a real "party" girl.

I kept it cool at my college, but when there were parties at nearby schools, I went and partied hard. I can remember the first time I woke up in a frat house. I was in a bedroom on a mattress on the floor in one of the bedrooms. There was a guy sleeping on either side of me and all three of us were nude. I was lying on my back; one of the guys was asleep with one of my breasts in his hand. The other guy was sleeping with one hand between my legs and a couple fingers inside of me.

If it wasn't for the nasty headache and the need to pee, I wouldn't mind waking up like this all the time. I managed to get up without waking them. I couldn't find any of my clothes in the room so I took off completely nude for the bathroom. I didn't care, I had to go!

If you know anything about fraternities, you know that they are usually set up in very large old homes. This one was no exception. The bedrooms were on the second and third floors with a bathroom on each floor. I was on the third floor. The bedroom I was in was on one end of the hall and the bathroom was on the other end. I debated with myself if I should make the run down the hall nude or look for something to cover up with.

The need to pee won and I was off running down the hall.

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