Consequences: Donna - Sex Stories

Consequences: Donna

... parking was after gate 50. As I got to the elevator I heard a voice say, "Wait, please." The voice was female. I stopped and looked behind me. I saw a woman about fifty years old, gray hair in a pony tail, wearing all gray pants and shirt. She was pulling a suitcase towards me. D****d on the suitcase was a gray raincoat. She was good looking. When she caught up with me she said, "You're driving to L.A.?" "Yup. Sitting here for a day isn't my idea of a good thing. I'd rather drive the twelve hours. You want a ride?" "Yes. I would have said so back at the gate but I was in the restroom. When I got back a lady told me what you said. I'd like to go, however, I need to see your driver's license before we go." I got my wallet out of my back pocket and handed her my license. She opened her cell phone and read my information to whoever she called. She explained we were driving a rental to L.A. Thirty seconds later she gave me back my license and she hung up the phone. We walked to the shuttle to the rental car pick up and got aboard. At the parking lot I showed someone my paperwork and he said we could have any car in the second row. I said, "Pick the car you like." She picked a silver Buick. I put our carry-on bags in the back seat and we got in. She stayed quiet until we were on I-15 headed south. She asked, "Ok to talk now?" I looked over and said, "Sure. Thanks for letting me get out of the city and on the interstate." "I'm Megan. Megan Thorne." "Nice name. My oldest daughter was ...

... named Megan. I like it. Is it Miss, Misses or MS Thorne?" "I was married, he died eighteen months ago. You married?" "That's a really good question. When we get to L.A. I'll have to decide." Megan stayed quiet for about twenty miles. I said, "I didn't mean to end the conversation. Maybe talking about what's going on would help me work out what I'm facing." "Ok. How long have you been married?" "Ten years, one month and two days." "k**s?" "We had two, Megan and Matthew. Megan would be nine and Matthew would be eight. Both died two years ago in a car wreak with my wife's parents coming home from Sea World in San Diego." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, me too." Keeping my eyes on the road ahead helped me not hurt as badly. "Is that the source of the trouble between you and your wife?" She asked. "I'm sure it's part of it. I think the real problem is promises. When we got married we made promises to each other in front of our friends and f****y. Now, I believe she's breaking her promises." "You think she's having an affair?" "Yes. Affair is such a gentle way of saying it. I think she's sharing her body with at least one other person she isn't married to. My lawyer says it's four men." "When we get to L.A. you'll confront her?" "One way or another. I have to know." We were quiet for a while then she asked, "Have you thought about what she'll say, what you'll say?" "Yesterday I figured to just ask her, "Donna, are you having an affair?" But that reminded my of when I was a k**, an only c***d, ...