ANN AND DONNA
A SEQUEL TO THE BET
Billy Jarrett and Don Bryce had been gone for a month. Off to college. Their moms, Ann Jarrett and Donna Bryce missed them being around the house. Both of their husbands, William Jarrett and John Bryce, were gone a lot, leaving the two women home alone. So with the boys at school now, it was lonely around the house. They each had their friends and their hobbies, but they were realizing how much time their boys took up.
Ann and Donna were friends. Had been for a number of years. They played tennis together sometimes, or went to lunch, or just visited at each others homes. They were doing that more often now.
Ann had been seduced by Donna's son, Don, shortly before he left for college. And she enjoyed it, and thought about it quite often. Donna had seduced Ann's son, Billy, shortly before that when she saw that he was sexually attracted to her. Neither woman knew this about the other one.
Ann had harbored some guilt feelings about cheating on her husband, and for allowing herself to be seduced by an 18 year old boy, her son's best friend, her friend's son. She had let most of them go, and was mostly good with it, even hoping it would happen again on some level. But there were still some residual guilt feelings there. Donna had no such feelings. She was the seductress in her sexual excursion. And was proud that she could still excite a young man.
Ann and Donna were playing tennis one Wednesday afternoon in Mid October. Ann always won because she had been playing for years. Donna had just recently learned and had taken some lessons from Ann's son, Billy, the past summer. That's how her seduction of him had started. Ann knew her son had given Donna some lessons and she had noticed an improvement in Donna's game.
After the game Ann invited Donna to her house for a drink. She said she had nothing to do the rest of the day and would enjoy a little company if Donna was free. Donna agreed and they went to Ann's house, mixed a drink and went to sit by the pool. It had been drained for the year, but it was a nice evening to sit out.
They had a great time. Chatting about 'things'. And complaining about their husbands being gone all the time. But, they both agreed, it was kinda nice at the same time. They both laughed about that. Both said their husbands could be a royal pain in the ass. And laughed again. Eventually, the conversation turned to sex, or lack of. Ann complained that on the rare occasion when William wanted sex, if he was even home, it was unsatisfying. He basically climbed on, pumped a couple of times, ejaculated, and went to sleep, leaving her frustrated.
Donna said she could relate. John never wanted to screw. She told Ann she suspected he had a 'whore' on the side at work. She said she missed it but it hadn't been good for years anyway. About like what Ann had described. She said, "Thank goodness for toys."
Ann almost choked on her drink. She sputtered and said, "Donna! You didn't just say that."
Donna said, "What? Like you don't? Nothing to be ashamed of."
Ann said, "Well, if you can admit, I can, too. Yeah, I like my toys."
Donna replied, "They're a lifesaver. Not mine. But if I didn't get relief sometimes, somebody's gonna get hurt."
They laughed again, and Ann said, I hear ya', sister."
It was getting a little late by now and Donna said she better be getting home. They both thanked each other for a good day. Donna went home.
CHAPTER 2
Ann's husband, William, came home Friday evening after being gone all week at work. They had dinner and talked about their past week. Ann said she had talked to Billy on the phone and he said things were going well at school. But he could use some more money. William said, "Of course. I'll send it in the morning."
They had a quiet evening and went to bed about 10 PM. William came out of the bathroom in his jockey shorts, and laid down beside Ann. He turned toward her, squeezed a tit, and said, "How 'bout it?" Ann didn't answer, just grabbed his cock to get him hard. They undressed and he entered her, pumped for about 30 seconds, shot his semen into her, and rolled over without even saying good night. Ann went to the bathroom to wipe clean and went back to bed.
Donna's husband, John, was home most nights that week. He was gone on business trips quite often, but not that week. They didn't make love, or even 'screw'. Which Donna expected. And was okay with, since it wasn't ever good sex anyway. She'd just use her toys when she got a chance.
It was a boring weekend for both of the women. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, all the mundane parts of life. They both thought again of how life had been better before their son's left for college. They both wished at times that they had another, younger child still at home. Even if it was a lot of work. Empty nest syndrome they call it.
William left Monday to go back to the law firm he worked for. He would stay in his condo there all week and come home again Friday evening. John left Monday morning and said he had a conference in Chicago, so he would not be home until Friday. They both pecked their wives on the cheek and said, "See you Friday."
Wednesday mid-morning Ann called Donna and asked if she'd like to have lunch. She said it sounded wonderful. They went to the country club where Ann's husband was a member. Well, she was too. It was a family membership, but she rarely went because she hated golf. But she liked the restaurant there. They had a nice lunch, and a glass of wine. Donna had 2, as Ann was driving.
When they left the restaurant Donna asked Ann if she'd like to come to her house for a while. Maybe have another glass of wine, and catch up on 'girl talk'. Ann agreed and they drove to Donna's house. They went downstairs to the family room. That's where the Bryce's kept their wine, and other adult beverages. It was a very comfortable room. Donna got them each a glass of wine, and brought the bottle with her in case they wanted more.
They did have a couple glasses of wine each. Both women were feeling a little tipsy. They gossiped about some of their other friends and acquaintances. And of course, complained about their husbands. Overall, they were having a great time. Donna's cell phone rang. She said, Shit. It's John." She answered and listened for a minute, then said, "Okay. See you next week."
Donna told Ann that John said he had to stay a few more days in Chicago and wouldn't be home until next week sometime. "Probably got his 'whore' with him and wants a little more time with her." she snarked.
"I'm so sorry, Donna. That's got to be rough," Ann sympathized.
Donna said, "Actually, I've gotten used to being alone. But it does hurt that he'd rather have somebody else besides me."
Ann hugged her friend. Then Donna said, "So. Let's get this party back in gear."
They finished the bottle of wine, got some snacks from the kitchen, and opened another bottle of wine. Neither lady had anywhere to be, or anything they had to do. And Ann could walk home as she only lived a couple of houses down the street.
They laughed, joked, complained, gossiped, made fun of people, and just had a grand old time. When they got to complaining about their lack of a sex life again the talk of toys came up again. Both women were pretty loose-tongued by now and Ann asked Donna what she used. Donna started telling her she had several different ones. "Come on, I'll show you," she said.
"Oh, my," Ann replied. "Is that appropriate?"
"Don't be a prude," Donna told her. "We're friends here. And everybody does it. Just, most people don't talk about it." Donna led Ann upstairs to her bedroom. And over to her 'secret hiding place', which was a box on the shelf in her personal closet. She took the box down, opened the lid, and started showing Ann her toys. As she was showing them, Ann looked kinda puzzled a time or two. Donna said, "I assume you know what these are?"
Ann said, "Well. Some of them. Some of them I've never seen. You've got quite an assortment."
