Pleasing Donna

Donna had everything: a beautiful house, a powerful husband, enough money to live happily on, but what she didn't have was passion. Her and her husband Richard used to be a hot couple. Back in their twenties all they could do with each other was f**k — behind the bleachers at the university, in the back of his car in front of his parents' house, down by the lake. She was a cheerleader and he was the quarterback. A match made in heaven. They were happy and their lives were great. Recently, things had been off. They were both in their forties now and Richard just didn't seem like he wanted her anymore. She would try to tease him by wearing sexy clothing, or by rubbing up against him in the kitchen or bathroom. He'd always just push her away and say, "not now, I have things to do." She hadn't had sex in three years and she was getting hornier by the day. She would often fantasize about other men, but she never had the opportunity to do anything about it. Richard would have been suspicious if his housewife left the house. She always tried being a patient wife, understanding that it was because of him and his hard work that she was even able to live the life she was living — in a large house in Beverly Hills with a pool and a well-kept garden. Richard was a prominent litigator who worked long hours, and she understood this, but she really wished sometimes that he would just take her like he used to, like he used to want to. Donna was lying like a cat on her lawn chair in the backyard, naked, to soak up some sun. The yard of their house was ideal for her to sunbathe and she would take the opportunity to do so whenever she could. Her long, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her ample breasts were warm to the touch from the heat of the sun. Her skin was slick all over from the tanning oil and she continued to rub her smooth skin all over. There was a boy Richard paid to clean their pool on the weekend. His name was Matt and he was a freshman at the nearby college. He was on the football team and looked it — tall, short blonde hair, shoulders as broad as a defensive line and arms like goalposts. Donna loved watching him work, and she bit her lip every time he bent over or flexed his massive frame. Just thinking about him right now got her wet. She started to reach down her slick, slender body, past her breasts and stomach, between her legs. The sun felt so good on her skin, like she was being bathed in electricity and the cool breeze gently brushed against her. She thought about the way Matt carried all the equipment in those huge arms and she imagined those arms around her, grabbing her t**s and ass, and playing with her.