Consequences: Donna - Sex Stories

Consequences: Donna

... and something got broken. My Mom asked me if I broke it. If she didn't break it, I had to have broken it. She asked so I could lie. My lawyer hired an investigator and instead of asking her if she'd been screwing I'll just show her the pictures and ask her what she plans to do next." "Why are you asking her what her plan is?" Megan asked. "You mean instead of telling her what my plan is? Because I'm not sure what my plan is." She smiled and said, "Maybe if we talk it through like I'm your wife you can create a plan." "Maybe." I nodded. "Ok. Ben, I'm sorry. I love you, not them. I really want to fix us and I promise I'll stop screwing anyone except you." She had taken the role of Donna. "How can I trust you? You promised that the day we got married." Megan looked at me and said, "When we could have c***dren I wanted you to know they were yours. When Matthew was born we had my tubes tied. Then Matthew and Megan died and I wasn't a Mom anymore. No matter who I screw I'm not having any more c***dren. My fidelity no longer matters." "It matters to me!" I said. "You believe when your parents and our k**s died it opened the door for you to do anything you want? What about me, do you think I've been fucking around, too?" "No. I don't, but if you have, it's Ok. I can't give you what a wife is supposed to give her husband, a f****y." We were quiet again. As we reached Beaver I got off the freeway and stopped for gas. Megan went inside the small store and came back with snacks and ...

... beverages. We both used the restrooms and the whole pit stop took twenty minutes. Back on the freeway I asked, "Did you ever love me?" Megan turned quickly to face me and said, "Yes! I loved being your wife!" She was still being Donna. She even sounded like Donna. "Shouldn't a loving wife talk to her husband before she breaks her promises?" "I didn't break our promises! They ended in stages. When the surgeon cut me so I couldn't have more c***dren and then when Matthew and Megan died. Talking about it won't change anything. No matter who uses my pussy there are no consequences. No more babies. Ever." I looked over and saw tears on Megan's face. I'd known her less than five hours and she was crying. "You're crying. I'm the one who should be crying." "No. I've been crying for eighteen months. My husband killed himself the day he thought he found out I was having an affair. I wasn't. My s****r fed him lies so he'd divorce me and marry her. I never got to say good-bye to him. I never got to tell him I didn't cheat." I pulled to the shoulder and stopped. "I'm sorry. I've been acting like I'm the only one in pain. We should talk about other things." "Actually, talking with you is helping. The day he died I lost my entire f****y. I had him and my s****r. I haven't seen her since the funeral. I was in Salt Lake to finish the paperwork to sell our house. I was there a week and didn't see her or call her." We talked, ate snacks and drove until we were close to Las Vegas. We picked a hotel ...