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Still Faithful, Always Pt. 01

By: BobNbobbi



Author Notes: Many readers have asked what happened when Laura met her lover Greg after six years. This is the sequel to my first published story here on Literotica. I have done my best to grow the characters six years but retain personalities. I have added a few personal names to the label names I used exclusively in Always Faithful including some last names as required. I have added a very few minor characters as required but no major characters.

Still Faithful, Always is about one third of the length of Always Faithful and will be published in four parts in rapid order. All parts are written and in final editing. This first section deals with the rekindling of Laura's romance with her lover Greg who now lives on the west coast. It should not be necessary to read Always Faithful for Still Faithful, Always to make sense to the reader. For those with tender sensibilities please be aware that this story does depict sex activity between those not legally married to one another. It is a Loving Wives story.

Still Faithful, Always

Part One, Chapters 1 - 3 

By BobNbobbi

Prologue – from Always Faithful Chapter Six 

The lady worked in her garden. Her head and face shielded from the spring sun by a straw hat. She wore a chambray work shirt, blue cotton wash pants and tennis shoes. A soft leather pouch that held simple gardening tools hung off her shoulder. She moved from shrub to shrub inspecting, occasionally using her clippers to trim an errant branch. At flower beds, the woman looked for weeds and dug them out by their roots. The back yard garden she was inspecting and tending had become her pride and joy. It gave much pleasure and relaxation from work world stress. 

A noise close to the house drew her attention. Dan was setting the outdoor table for brunch. Laura straightened, removed her work gloves and headed toward her Baby. Whenever the weather cooperated, they liked have brunch outside both weekend days. Her garden, it seemed to grow as a natural extension from Dan's art gallery, was a peaceful escape from their Monday through Friday office environment. She sat at her place with a glass of champagne waiting for her. "To another week completed on the road of life." Glasses clicked as they touched, "I do enjoy a glass of good champagne out here with you." 

"When do you have to leave for San Francisco?" 

"They are sending a plane; I will leave about noon Monday. The board meeting begins Wednesday with lunch." 

"The rest of the week?" 

"Yes, I might stay the weekend; I'll be coming back commercial. Do you want to fly out and have a romantic getaway weekend with me?" 

"Would be nice, wouldn't it? I better not; you know my conflict of issues thoughts now that you are on the board of directors." 

"Did you ever dream you would be married to a woman on the board of directors of a major corporation?" 

"Baby, as wonderful as you are, as smart and beautiful as you have been since I met you, I didn't quite see this. If someone told me when I was twenty-five, marry her and you will be a vice-president by the time you are fifty and married to a beauty on the board of directors, I would have said yeah sure, with fingers crossed behind my back." 

Laura kissed her husband, "If I can't get you to come see me, spend some time with Mrs. Patron. She still needs you, as much as you benefit from knowing her." 

Dan drank from his wine glass, "It doesn't bother you that I still see her?" 

"Not one small bit. I told you from the start Baby, I want to be just like her when I grow up. You share more with her than mercy sex, and you know it. Take her and her friend to the country club for dinner and dancing. How many men do you know whose wife encourages them to take two women to bed while she is out of town?" 

"You are one of a kind; board of directors, award winning garden queen, photos and stories in magazines to prove your talent." 

Dan was about to go on when his wife interrupted. "I do love working, and creating beauty, in the garden. The creative part comes from our friend Interior Decorator and his friends. The publicity is an offshoot of your art gallery, especially since we have doubled its size." 

"Speaking of our gallery, have you talked to LF lately? Maybe she has a trip to SF soon. Getting picked up by that gallery out there has really boosted her national reputation." 

"She gives a lot of credit for her success to you; she told me that when she stayed with me last winter." Dan pooh-poohed Laura's remark about LF, although LF had told him precisely that several times. 

Dan's attention returned to his brunch plate and then his champagne glass. When he looked again to his wife, he thought he saw moistness in her eyes. "Something?" 

Laura almost shook her head no so she could keep the thoughts in her mind private. "Today is Greg's birthday. He is fifty." 

Dan said nothing; he was fully aware of the significance of Greg's birthday, although it had never come up in the past six years. Laura hadn't once mentioned her affair with Greg. More than not mention, this was the first time Dan ever saw a hint of remembrance, possibly regret, that the affair had ended. "His birthday started things; they always were important to you. Fifty is one of those milestone years." 

"Greg's birthday started and ended my affair. Greg and I had good times together, a lot of good times, but his birthdays were always very special. They were special to both of us." 

Dan looked intently at his wife; the moisture in her eyes had grown to a single tear about to start a journey down her cheek. "Is Greg still in San Jose? Call him. Since I won't go to San Francisco with you, take him to dinner for his birthday." No more words crossed the table until Laura finished her glass of champagne. 

"Do you want more", Dan asked? And then softly he added, "Your other ring is in Artsy's box. Take it with you." 

The End of Always Faithful - A story of faithful infidelity by BobNbobbi.

Chapter 1 – Blowing Embers to Flame 

Laura rarely touched the small ornately decorated box. The box belonged to Dan even if its existence was Laura driven. It had always been Dan's, given by Artsy to hold Laura's half of their wedding rings when she was gone with Greg. The jewelry inside all had been given by her lover, Greg: two necklaces, several sets of ear rings, that special clip with ringing bells their personal jeweler made and fitted to wear "down there" plus two other pieces - the rings Dan mentioned earlier. One, the ruby ring Greg gave their first Christmas together, lay on its side alone in a corner of the box. Laura wore it daily for four years as proud symbol of her affair with the lawyer who had been her boss and ultimately became all but second husband. Artsy's box also held a small blue velvet covered box. Laura knew exactly what was in the small box, the other ring Greg gave, the ring he placed on that left hand finger. The ring in the blue box Laura wore only the last three weeks of her affair with Greg. 

Laura reached for the ruby ring and slipped it on her third finger, right hand. The fit was still exact, over last knuckle with a minor twist and then seated cleanly at the base of ring finger. Laura mused, four years together, five birthdays together; our first birthday together was ten years ago. That was the first time we made love. We had wild sex too, but we did make love. Laura looked at the ruby on her finger; I wore this when I was with Greg from the first day he put it on my hand. 

Laura held the blue velvet box open in her left hand. The ring had a white gold band and a single diamond prominently displayed on high proud mount. Greg put that ring on my left hand the night of that last birthday together six years ago tonight. I wore it alone for three weeks. Dan gave me permission, grudgingly and only because he loved and trusted me, but he did give permission to wear Greg's engagement ring. We were engaged three weeks for a marriage that could never happen. 

Laura repeated her last thought aloud to no one, to the gods above: "As though engaged three weeks for a marriage that could never happen." 

Laura turned her thoughts to her true husband. That first night ten years ago I made love with Greg, I had wild sex with Greg, and I came home and made love with my husband. Those four years of my affair with Greg I never lost my love for Dan. I treated him badly at times, but I always loved Dan even if he couldn't always see and feel my love. Dan loved me and trusted me enough to let me wear Greg's rings. 

Is that what Dan is suggesting now? Did my husband say take this ring to San Francisco and wear it when you take Greg out for a fiftieth birthday dinner? Even if that's what Dan said the question is will I, should I, wear the ring in this blue velvet box? The question hangs in air, hangs over my head, my neck, my marriage; that will I, should I question may well be a guillotine. Laura closed the small lid and then closed Artsy's box. 

I love my husband, completely. Do I still have feeling for Greg? Yes, they are still there and I need to own up to those feelings I have buried within for six years. 



"I love you, Baby. I am packed and ready to go. Packing sure is easy with an apartment that holds my second wardrobe out there." Laura finished her embrace with a kiss and then a second kiss. She held her right hand to show Dan the ruby ring. 

"I want to wear this one, my ruby, but I am not sure if I will call Greg. Wearing the ruby is as much for me, for my memories." Laura moved her left hand that still held the blue velvet box to forefront. "I am thinking about taking this with me, any thoughts?" 

Dan knew what was in the box without looking. He had been asked about Laura wearing that ring once before. At issue then was trust. The issue still was trust, but also symbolism. 

"So you are going to take that ring, to wear it for him?" 

"I don't know. Baby, I really do not know the answer to your question, to my own questions." Laura moved closer to her husband to hold him and then kiss once again. "It has been a long time; I have barely thought of those times. I don't think of Greg often, of Greg and me together, not often at all. His birthday awakened memories." 

Dan reached for his wife's left hand and closed her fingers over the box. "I'll trust that you make the best decision."



Still Faithful, Always Pt. 01



"Speaking of ten years ago and first dates, would you accept an invitation from this lady for dinner tomorrow night? As I recall I drove on our first date; I can pick you up at your home at seven. We can share a kiss and a brandy and I will make a reservation for eight-thirty; how does that sound?" 

"You don't kn . . . ." 

"Of course I do, a good secretary knows all she needs to know. Wear your tuxedo; I'll dress appropriately."





Still Faithful, Always Pt. 01



"Happy Birthday Baby, it is our birthday celebration and I am your gift. Tonight is yours, make love to me or screw me good. Do me soft and gentle with love, or hard and fast with all of the passion you have been saving for six years. The choice is yours; I will love either or both." 

"You've been trying to fall out of your dress all night; let's get it off right now." 

Laura pointed behind to the clasp and zipper. Dress puddled at her feet in fifteen seconds with Greg holding her hand to step free. "Panties, garter belt and stockings, I like the look. If you were still my secretary I would have you pose like this every day for me." 

Laura twirled. She bent forward to show off her tush. "Go ahead, you know you want to." 

Slap – Slap – Slap, hard and centered on the sheer black nylon stretched taut over Laura's rump. 

"Oh god yes, so good! I remember your hand so well, so much pleasure. Take them off, they're yours." 

Slap – Slap – Slap, again, even harder with no nylon to interfere. Laura's rear was turning red. 

Laura looked over her shoulder and blew an air kiss. "Once more Baby, get both cheeks red for me so I can feel it when you take me to bed." 

Slap – Slap – Slap - Slap – Slap – Slap, to give equal attention to the left side before shifting to the right. Laura moaned and began to cry at the pain she requested. Greg finished his six blows to right cheek but didn't stop. Slap – Slap – Slap - Slap – Slap – Slap, "Now let's get your red ass to the bedroom; I want you now." 

Laura was sure Greg would take her hard, fast and rough their first time; the heavy spanking he'd just given seemed to proclaim his intention. First kiss was gentle and tender, as sweet and soft as any Laura could remember ever receiving from her lover. Greg followed with light feather kisses all over Laura's face, cheeks and chin, eyelids and ears. Laura moaned encouragement. He still knows my body and psyche so well; six years apart and he still knows me. 

Greg's fingers led a teasing trail, neck, chest, breast and mouth followed, kiss, lick, soft bite. Attention shifted to nipples; Greg took his time, mouth played to the right while fingers took left side. Laura felt her passion climb. She pressed her chest up to her lover's caresses; her hands stroked his head, his back, arms, wherever she could reach. With passion building Laura called out her desire. 

"Greg, now Greg, I need you! I need you in me. Please, please Baby, do me, love me Darling, I need you now. Fuck me Greg Baby. Love me right now." 

Greg continued to tease and torment driving Laura's desire higher; her cries for more just got louder and louder. Laura tried to pull her lover closer into position but he was so much stronger that she had little success. Finally it was time; foreplay ended. With arms hooked behind knees, Greg lifted Laura's legs over his shoulders, lined cock with his woman's furrowed channel, and slowly eased himself into Laura's sexual center. Spasms shook her body; Laura just quivered at long denied pleasure. 

"Yes, this is what I have needed so long. I love you Baby! Make love to me just like this." 

Neither lasted long. 

Both Greg and Laura were close to orgasm at first penetration. Greg humped hard and strong, driving his cock into the warmth of Laura's pussy from above. Laura kicked legs in the air around Greg's head and used back and shoulder muscles to reach for her lover's thick phallus, matching his thrusts with pelvic muscles to pull cock deeper into her core. After very few minutes of intense passionate loving Laura screamed her orgasm to Greg's ear as he spewed his cum into her being and yelled his joy as well. They collapsed next to one another panting and snuggling close. 

At first both rested, their silence broken only by the sound of labored breathing. 

"Six years is too long Laura." Greg reached arm across and let it rest on Laura's heaving tummy. He needed close. "You have been one-of-a-kind, the best, since our first time together. There is no one like you." He gave light kisses to lips, to breast and down her flank to curve of hip. 

"Mmmmmm, any time you want to say sweet things about me and kiss like this I am yours. You're right, six years is too long. We need to make sure it's never that long again." Laura continued to purr responding to Greg's light kisses. 

Laura knew nothing would be better than spending the night tucked in close to her love and waking in his arms as tomorrow's sunlight chased the darkness. During her first affair with Greg that is what she often told Dan was the best part of living with Greg for extended periods. Sleeping in Greg's bed, wrapped in his arms, instead of middle of night dressing and driving home was almost as important as the great sex she shared with her lover. Laura wanted that tonight but knew the pleasure of waking with Greg tomorrow must be denied. Her board meeting beckoned. 

Her motion broke their mutual reverie. She rolled atop her lover and kissed with passion. Laura ended kiss and kneeled between Greg's splayed legs; she reached for cock to fondle erect. Her cock kisses helped. Greg responded quickly; he was ready. 

"I can't spend the night, my meeting. Take my mouth as only you can then screw my brains out so I am in your sexual fog as I drive home. How do you want me?" 

Greg lifted one leg over Laura's head and rolled to standing beside his bed. "Get down here on your knees my perfect slut bitch. I'll fuck your face till you choke and gag. Is that what you want?" 

Laura answered by scrambling to position. Greg grabbed two handfuls of hair tilting Laura's head back. "Open bitch, open wide!" 

Out of practice taking that much length and thickness deep into her throat, Laura gagged and choked immediately. Her head rocked first forward and then back trying to escape her lover's assault. Greg would have none of her retreat. Tightening grip on hair, Greg pulled Laura's face into his crotch hard; her lips mashed against his curly pubic hair. Cock pushed through and beyond gag point. Laura's lips stretched wide as she choked on her man's thickness. Greg shifted his grip to latch his left hand at Laura's neck and right hand at back of her skull. 

Cock began fucking in and out of Laura's mouth with no seeming concern for her well being, for her life even. In fact, Greg had fucked Laura's face just like this many times. He had never met a woman who would allow such physical domination and never shy away. For Laura, giving herself this way expressed her desire to please her lover and her absolute trust ceding full control of her life for the moment. Greg had always accepted that trust and pulled back before Laura passed out. He did so tonight. 

When Greg abruptly pulled away, Laura collapsed to hands on floor and gasping position. Loudly she sucked air into lungs. Greg bent forward to rub her cheek with cock, but he denied her target whenever Laura turned to suck again. Finally she lifted her head and smiled a worn and weary grin. 

"I love you Greg. Use your beautiful cock to fuck my body now the way you just fucked my face. I need to remember it all so we can rebuild our loving together." 

Their second sex of the night lasted much longer. Greg used his big cock well, hard driving deep into Laura. She clutched, scratched, pulled him close and did everything she could to force the most physical sex both could achieve. By the time Greg spewed and Laura convulsed, he used more than cock to sexually dominate her. Greg bit and there were teeth marks on breasts and thighs as evidence. Greg slapped her buns all the while he fucked Laura doggie style; they were bright red at completion and Laura would feel exciting pain during her drive home. Greg planted several hickies that clothes would cover, but at least one Laura would have to use makeup to conceal. 

Eventually the clock on the nightstand forced decision. It was past midnight and time for Cinderella's fantasy evening to end. Laura gathered her clothes and began to dress. 

"I would leave my panties as souvenir but I am sure I would leak and make a mess all over this dress. What I would like to do is curl up beside you and pull a sheet over our bodies and sleep until dawn. I can't." Laura finished getting dressed; Greg slipped on a robe. He walked her to her car. 

"I will call Celeste and give her my address and directions. Just let me know whether you are coming Friday night or Saturday morning. I love you Greg Harrison; I love you so much Baby." 

Renewed long time couple shared a romantic kiss that shifted to clutching passion before Greg finally let her go; he seated Laura behind the wheel and closed her car door. With an hour of driving to get home, Laura had time to sing, to grin with satisfaction, and to contemplate a future with what looked like two husbands, one on each coast.

Chapter 3 – Dan and Mrs. Patron, Artsy 

Monday morning at the breakfast table Dan and Laura shared small talk mostly about her trip to San Francisco. Dan was well aware of their weekend discussion about Laura calling Greg, her Greg rings and possible consequences. He left his thoughts – what if, will she, what next - unspoken. "Well marketing guru, have you got a blockbuster idea up your sleeve to spring on everyone and earn your keep?" 

Laura grinned, "No, not yet, Baby, but I'll pull something out of my hat, or maybe my bra and panties, who knows. What's your week like?" 

"Pretty much routine, I'll just do my usual slave driver stuff. I don't have anything big this week and no travel until a couple of weeks out." 

"Are you going to see Mrs. Patron?" 

"Yeah, I'm thinking maybe dinner tomorrow and then take both of my ladies to the country club either Friday or Saturday depending on schedules. There are some art gallery things this weekend I'll probably hit." 

"Give her, give both of them my best and a kiss from me." 

"Time for me to go, Baby, have a good trip." Dan kissed his wife, took up briefcase and suit coat and went to his car for the normal morning commute to work. Laura stood and gave a last quick kiss and hug to send him on his way.





Still Faithful, Always Pt. 02



Author Notes: This is the second part of Still Faithful, Always the sequel to Always Faithful published here on Literotica in the Novels and Novellas category. Still Faithful, Always will be listed under Loving Wives. With this part half of the story is complete and posted.

Part Two deals with random life activities in Charlotte and in San Francisco of the main characters, Laura, husband Dan and lover Greg. There is also significant activity between Dan and the other two women in his life Artsy and Mrs. Patron. As a personal aside I think Chapter six is the pinnacle of my writing to date. It should not be necessary to read Always Faithful for Still Faithful, Always to make sense to the reader. For those with tender sensibilities please be aware that this story does depict sex activity between those not legally married to one another. It is a Loving Wives story.

Still Faithful, Always

Part Two, Chapters 4 - 6 

By BobNbobbi

Chapter 4 – Business and Romance 

With body still keeping Eastern time Laura was awake in bed waiting for her alarm clock to give permission, no not permission, foul noise buzz mandate - GET OUT OF BED NOW. In the shower she scrubbed clean but the marks of last night's passion remained all about her body. Her fingers traced around the love bites on each breast; she could see Greg's finger prints still on her left arm. She looked down between her legs and saw her inner thighs bore signs of their sex. Laura grinned as she touched each mark Greg left. Oh yes, we still know how to make furious love, don't we. It shows on me. I wonder what his body looks like this morning. Looking at her finger tips, Laura was surprised she hadn't torn any nails off on her lover's skin. 

As water poured over skin, Laura announced her love for Greg and then she thought back to her husband Dan's trigger words: "Do you want more . . . Your other ring is in Artsy's box. Take it with you." 

Both Laura and Dan understood that Saturday morning question referred to much more than filling her glass once again with champagne. A plane ride, a telephone conversation, a romantic dinner, and a night of making love with Greg brought home how much more Laura wanted in her life. 

Laura held her hands toward the shower head as if to catch the water; her thanks she spoke aloud. "Wonderful husband Dan you perfect man, you are perfect for me. Thank you for knowing me so well. Thank you for wanting my happiness. This time I will try to be more worthy." 

Laura turned the knobs ending her shower. She toweled her body dry and then her hair. Okay girl, forget about last night with Greg; forget about Dan and his role. It's time for you to turn into Laura, Voting Member, Board of Directors of Business Lady Incorporated. It's time for some breakfast and then dress and get to work. 

In her kitchen, Laura poured coffee and a glass of juice as well; toasting a bagel and slicing a grapefruit finished breakfast preparation. She sat at the small table and ate in silence thinking about today's meeting. One of the main items for discussion was going to be business expansion. Finding and developing new markets was Laura's special interest. "I want to get an early start today," she said aloud to no one. 

Laura called the concierge as she cleaned up her breakfast residue. "I won't need my car today. Could you have a taxi for me at eight o'clock? Thank you, I appreciate all you do for me Francisco." Laura hung up from concierge and returned to bedroom to dress for work. I couldn't function here without my concierge, she thought, I guess the thousand dollar check I give him every year at Christmas lets him know just how much I really do appreciate his service.





Still Faithful, Always Pt. 02



"Okay, I guess that makes sense. You want to know how I wear it. I'll wear it with ours Baby! I told Greg that at dinner. I told him I would never take ours off ever again." 

Laura and Dan talked for a few minutes longer. Dan told of his plans with Mrs. Patron and Friend visiting galleries. He told Laura to call on his cell phone if she needed to get in touch this weekend. Dan decided to close with a joke although he was sure his joke would be unsettling to his wife. "If you get in trouble this weekend you won't need to call me to bail you out. Since you'll be with your lawyer, Greg can deal with the legal issues." 

"Dan! That was uncalled for!" 

"Just kidding Baby, just kidding. I love you. Until Tuesday, bye-bye." 

"I love you too Baby, never forget that simple truth. I love you, bye Baby."





Still Faithful, Always Pt. 02



"Let me undress you Greg while you take my clothes off." Undressing seemed to take forever as Laura kissed and fondled all over her man's chest before she considered unbuckling belt that kept pants on. Greg took a more direct approach; Laura was nude almost immediately and then his hands and lips began to toy. They left a messy pile of clothes behind while making a path to bedroom. 

Greg was impatient; he wanted to consummate their betrothal immediately. Laura intended to ask that he seal her lips with teeth. She never got a chance to ask. Greg threw her to bed and followed with dispatch. Her knees flailed by his ears as feet dangled over shoulders. Greg stabbed his Laura with cock, hard, sure and swift. Both yelled a loud YES. 

"Take me Baby, take me. I am yours once again." 

Greg performed as Laura requested. He rolled her up to her shoulders and stabbed cock to cunt repeatedly with fast hard strokes until he felt his pleasure boiling, and then he moderated his thrusts to extend their pleasure. 

"I want you to howl tonight my love; I want the people in the lobby to hear your cries and know your pleasure." 

Laura did cry out. She clutched with arms and used her hips as she could get purchase. Their sexing was intense. The way Greg was screwing her, fucking her brains loose, defined the difference in loving style between her two men. Laura loved both, but at the moment her world was Greg above and Laura his sex doll. 

"Do me Baby, hard and fast now, I am close, so close; fuck me now Greg, fuck me hard." Laura's next sounds were animal growls, totally unintelligible. Orgasm overwhelmed her mind and body. Greg held her up to him fully inserted as he spewed. His yell drowned out hers. 

Dinner beckoned, Chinese food sounded good to both. They made love once more this Saturday night, this time slow and tender with kisses and light stroking of mutual erotic zones. Sunday morning dawned; Laura woke first and reached out to the man sleeping next to her. I do love waking beside Greg; I have always taken a special pleasure waking in bed with my lover. Laura initiated their morning sex. She began with kisses, sucked cock to hardness, and mounted. Slowly, gently, passion climbed. Their loving was nowhere near as energetic and muscular, violent, as last night, but their morning sex was just as satisfying. They had a quiet orgasm together and then they rose to shower. Once again Laura fixed a simple breakfast. 

"Baby, I am going to send you on your way. I need to get my focus back on Business Lady and the things I need to take care of tomorrow and Tuesday morning. I'll be back out here in about three weeks; I'll call and give you my schedule. I will definitely call you as Dan and I talk things through." 

Kisses sealed their time together. Laura escorted Greg to the lobby and gave a clutching hug and kiss before allowing her lover to depart. She held her pose watching him until the doors on the parking garage elevator closed. Her last act was an air kiss and a silent I Love You Greg. As she turned to her elevator Upper Floor was waiting with the Sunday Chronicle in hand. 

"I have competition; a new friend?" 

"That was Greg. We have talked about him; he has been my lover for ten years, but apart the last six. He lives in San Jose. I will introduce you sometime." 

"I do have competition for your sometime favors. He is a lucky man indeed." 

Elevator stopped at Laura's floor; she held the doors open a moment. "Greg is important to me, very important, in his way as important as Dan. Kiss me quickly and let the elevator take you." 

Laura checked her watch and decided that ten o'clock back home would mean Dan should be awake. He'll still be with Mrs. Patron, Laura decided. She pressed the speed dial number for Dan's cell phone and listened to the rings. "Hello Baby." 

"How was your weekend? I hope you and your friends had fun." 

"Oh, you're still with Mrs. P.; give her my love and a kiss." 

"Did you see any good art for either of the galleries?" 

"How is Artsy doing? I haven't seen her in ages. I will have to come with you the next time I am home when there are gallery events." 

"Yes, Greg was here much of the weekend. He has left for home now though." 

"Yes Baby, we had a very good time, and no, we didn't spend all of our time together in bed." 

"We can talk more when I get home; I want to talk more, no secrets between us Baby." 

"I am glad you are still with Mrs. Patron and Friend. You can give them two kisses. See I am generous, ha! I love you Baby. I will see you Tuesday night, bye Baby." 

Laura spent the rest of Sunday concentrating on Business Lady matters. She did her best to get a week of work accomplished in the day and a half she had in San Francisco. At noon Tuesday the BL limousine left for San Francisco International Airport with Laura the only passenger. Laura had flown with this cabin crew on prior flights. The first class attendant knew she could serve champagne as soon as Laura was settled in her seat. Four hours after takeoff the attendant collected drink glasses and made sure all of the first class passengers were positioned for landing. With only hand carry luggage, Laura deplaned rapidly and fortunately her flight docked close to the terminal. Rush hour was well behind so traffic was light. Her taxicab driver managed to have her home forty-five minutes after landing. She tipped him well. 

"Hello Baby, I am home."

Chapter 5 – Laura and Dan, Greg in absentia 

After more than twenty years of marriage Laura no longer made a running leap to her husband's arms on returning home, but their kiss signaled a promise of passionate reunion. Laura set her only luggage: purse, briefcase and shoulder duffle, at her feet to clutch Dan around his shoulders. She held tight resting head on male shoulder and nuzzling close to his neck. A light kiss and a deep inhale of her husband's male scent, his body, the deodorant and cologne fragrance, even the almost smell of the vodka and tonic Dan liked to sip as he watched television reminded Laura she truly was home and with the husband who was so much of her being. 

"I love you Baby, it feels so good to be home with you." 

Dan initiated gentle kisses about his wife's face as he returned loving sentiments. Laura took purse and briefcase in hand, "I'll feel even more at home out of these clothes. Will you bring my bag?" In the bedroom as she began undressing with help from Dan, Laura's fingers loosed the buttons on his shirt too. 

"I hope you have any reading and paperwork done, Baby. The only thing I'm interested in is pajamas, sharing the last drink of a long day with the man I love, and fooling around in bed with that special man. Does any of that interest you Baby?" 

Dan agreed completely and sealed his agreement with a kiss. He went to his dresser for a pair of silk pajamas, "Would you rather wear the top or bottoms, Baby." 

They laughed together; Dan stepped into the PJ bottoms and helped his wife put on the top. He noticed several love bite bruises that answered unasked questions. Dan decided to let the visible signs of Laura's time with her lover pass without comment. Years had passed since he had last seen those signs on his wife. What ran through Dan's mind as he buttoned the pajama top was something like those love bites are a sign of serious discussion needed but not tonight. What remained of this night was brandy first and then making love, first quick loving with the urgency of time apart followed by the extended slow and tender love making that characterized the best sexual state of their marriage. Laura's lover did not share their bed this night. 

"That was so good Baby, I am glad I am home with you. I love you so much. Good night." 

"Good night Baby, I missed you while you were gone. I'm glad you're home. Good night to you too. I love you." 

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday interaction did nothing to bring about the discussion Laura and Dan must eventually have. Three days of casual conversation of what did you do when almost totally excluded Laura and Greg. Dan talked of art galleries and artists, after gallery drinks with Artsy and LF, and his time with Mrs. Patron and Friend. Laura told Dan about her board meeting with far more detail than warranted. She talked about her dinner party. She finally did tell about the romantic restaurant with the garden trail to Pacific overlook and the after deli walk in the settling fog that she and Greg enjoyed. 

Dan did finger the extra ring on his wife's left hand. Each evening with their greeting as the last of them arrived home from work, Dan held that ring finger as they kissed. Wednesday, that first of those ring holding evenings, Laura mentioned Dan's gesture, "Thank you Baby for being such a loving husband. You know me well and love me completely. I appreciate you. I love you." That Wednesday night's Honey-I'm-Home intimacy extended well beyond every day happening. Thursday and Friday Laura noticed her husband's fingers but feigned indifference as they kissed. 

Saturday morning Laura woke early refreshed and energetic. She let her husband sleep while she quickly dressed and made coffee. Taking his mug to the bedroom she kissed him awake, "Wake up sleepy head, here's your coffee. I'm going to get started in my garden." 

An hour later, Dan and Laura were at their patio table with a light breakfast before them. Laura knew she had to start the conversation, no sense in putting it off any longer. "Okay Baby, we've both been avoiding me and Greg. Do you want to talk with champagne for lubrication or just juice, coffee and stone cold sober?" 

"Is it going to be that sort of discussion, will we need stone cold sober?" 

"No, I hope not Baby, I hope it is a loving talk, not cooing love birds but loving for you, loving for me, and yes, loving for Greg too. That's what I want, and if we are taking a vote on champagne I vote yes. I put a couple of bottles of Piper in the fridge last night." 

"I'll get one." Shortly Dan returned with two glasses and a wine bottle in a plastic wine bucket. He poured two flutes. He returned to kitchen for a baguette and a round of camembert cheese. 

"Do I toast: To Us – or - To All of Us?" 

"How about: To Us Foremost as well as To All of Us?" 

Laura reached her glass to her husband hoping for agreement with the awkward toast; after brief hesitation Dan responded. Laura followed her toasting sip with a gentle kiss. "I love you Baby, you wonderful husband of mine." 

"You know I was with Greg. I took him out for a birthday dinner Tuesday; we went to that very romantic restaurant Liaison recommended. It was a perfect place for a very emotional reunion between two long separated lovers." 

Laura paused to let her declaration settle. She meant the import of her words and she wanted her husband to understand. Dan simply nodded. 

"We celebrated his birthday about like we always celebrated: dinner, some romantic time together, making love. I told you on the phone that I went home alone." 

"Greg came to my place Friday night and stayed until Sunday morning. We made love several times, but not all the time. We talked a lot about several subjects, some about prior times, some about a possible future, some about you and me." 

Laura sipped some of her champagne and spread cheese on a chunk of French bread. She leaned across table to her Baby and gave a light kiss. "That's the basic facts of Greg and I, okay?" 

"I think I understand, Baby, I think. That's about what I expected, I guess." Dan sounded unsure, maybe distracted or discomfited, Laura thought. She asked if he was sure he wasn't put out of sorts because she met Greg and they had sex. 

"You did expect at least that much between us, didn't you Baby?" Dan nodded and mumbled a yeah. He wasn't convinced and didn't try to sound convincing. Laura picked up on her husband's mood. 

"Okay, let's move on; you asked about the ring, how I wore the ring Greg gave me." 

Laura held her left hand to Dan, fingers spread. With right hand she reached for her Baby's right hand and moved it to the rings. "You've been holding these rings, especially Greg's ring, every day when you come home and we kiss. Did you realize?" 

Now Dan answered with strong voice, "Oh yes, I knew what I was doing. I was measuring us, you, you as couple, and all three of us. I tried to understand the sequencing, the positions." 

"I was going to come home wearing just our rings and put this third ring on in front of you during a conversation like the one we are having now. You asked me to keep wearing Greg's ring. I told Greg this time I could only wear his ring with ours. I gave it to him to put on my finger if he agreed. I didn't know what he would do; I was almost in tears as I watched him consider. He slipped his ring down along my finger to nestle next to ours. I kissed him Baby." 

Laura retrieved her left hand. "Will you kiss me, husband?" They kissed with some heated passion. Laura displayed her left hand once again. "Look, just look; look at the rings." 

"What you see from your perspective is Greg's ring first, yes?" 

"What I see from my side is our wedding ring that you placed on this finger more than twenty years ago first, closest to my heart. Next I see two diamond rings given by the two men who love me as signal of betrothal of that love. What I see is yours is senior, closer to my heart, and Greg's newer, next to the ring you gave when you asked for my hand and I gave my heart." 

"I hope you remember as clearly as I remember how I said yes with tears of joy when you gave your ring. These first two rings are always ours, together, one. All three rings are part of love I share with two men who love me." 

Laura filled both flutes. "That was intense for me and I am sure for you too. Let's take break and relax for a few minutes. There is more to talk about, a lot more, I hope we can talk it out slowly Baby, slow and steady and calm." 

Each left conversation aside to toy with their breakfast. They ate fruit, drank cooling coffee, sipped on champagne, and ate more of the baguette and camembert. To rest from heavy conversation for the moment, Laura asked Dan to talk about the several artists' work he and Mrs. Patron looked at last weekend. Dan's descriptions allowed the emotional talk about Greg's engagement ring to settle. Finally Laura asked if it was time to get back on topic. 

"Dan, my Baby, I want to be as honest with you as I was with Greg about the relationship we can have, that I would like for all of us. There's no way to sugar coat my behavior; ten years ago, back then, I was an immature little shit the way I treated you. I was worse than a two year old child. Greg told me he would have tanned my rear end if I treated him that way and I would still be red. Maybe you should have but we would have fought. I would have rebelled; I was totally selfish. I am sorry now and I will never let that happen again. I know I have grown up since those times." 

"I want to have a long term loving relationship with Greg, but only a west coast relationship the third of my life I spend there. What I want to work out with you is how we, we being all three of us, can make a long term relationship last. I don't expect to agree on every detail today. I would like to start; we both will need to slowly think through our feelings. Here is my promise to you Baby; I will give no ultimatum, no demand, no fait accompli." 

Dan let his wife speak her piece. He understood her desire and respected her understanding of the hell she was responsible for those years past. He was not ready to agree with Laura's basic desire. There were some things he knew he would never agree with. Laura had held court for the past hour or so. Now came Dan's turn. 

"Thank you for your honesty Baby, I appreciate the candor. Let me say first off that we are not going to agree today. I am not going to say no way today; I am not going to say have at it today. I hope you understand and agree." 

Laura reached for Dan's hand and squeezed. "I do understand, Baby, I really do. I would have been surprised if you said yes right away. I know you have the floor but let me add this; six years ago when Greg first gave me this ring and you trusted me enough to let me wear another man's engagement ring you cemented our love and marriage forever. I think that is when I started to grow up." 

"Okay, I heard you say you've changed, that you are more mature now. I am going to expect to see that in your behavior always, always Laura, always. You have told me what you want. Let me tell you what I don't want, what my deal breakers are." 

"First deal breaker – I will not accept under any circumstance you telling me that you must lash out at me to protect your affair. Is that clearly understood my loving wife?" 

Laura clearly heard the sarcasm, malevolence even, in her husband's voice. She thought back to all the times she used those very statements against her Baby. She was ashamed of those actions she once defended by saying her affair demanded them. "I understand and agree Baby; I agree completely. If I ever try any stunt like that again you can bend me over your knee and beat me." 

"No, Laura, I won't beat you. I could never do that. I will file to divorce you immediately. I am serious. I mean that with every fiber of my being, divorce." 

Laura gasped. Once in their twenty plus years of marriage had Dan uttered the word divorce in her presence, only once; it was that day after Thanksgiving. Laura understood in the instant, he spoke of that day she told of her intention to leave him facing family alone as she flew away to her lover. Only then had Dan said divorce when Laura proved total disrespect of their marriage as far as he was concerned. Laura remembered all too well; she remembered having no fear that day Laura looked her husband straight on this Saturday morning with fixed eye contact as she nodded her understanding. 

"Deal breaker two, no humiliation or disrespect just because it excites you and stimulates your sense of self worth. If you ever try to feed me a cum filled oyster again I will violate my principles and slap you before I file for divorce." 

"I agree Baby, my behavior that night was beyond despicable. You had every right to slap my face and walk away forever. I am glad you stayed with me. Thank you for that much; on that night I didn't deserve your love." 

"Deal breaker three is going to be more difficult I think; I cannot accept public awareness that I condone you and Greg having a permanent relationship. Common knowledge of your affair would ruin my position at work and in the community; I don't think it would be good for you either." 

"You are right about number three being tougher to manage Baby; just wearing these three rings creates some public exposure. I want to work toward an agreement between you and me where I can always wear all three of these rings. There are other public awareness issues to deal with but they are in San Francisco. Can we hold this number three open for discussion?" 

Dan knew when he spoke of the third deal breaker that there had to be problems enforcing that rule. The rings were only a small part of the difficulty. He agreed more thought and discussion were required. He and Laura talked on through the morning and into the early afternoon. They made progress toward understanding but did not reach a target. Laura finally suggested they put aside their discussions for the day. 

"Baby, my brain is cross-eyed; I can't process anything more today. I need a new direction with fewer bumps in the road. Do you think Mrs. Patron is tied up this afternoon? Could we invite her to the country club for some light conversation and a late lunch or early dinner. I haven't visited with her lately." 

"Yeah, good idea, I'm tired too. I'll call her." 




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 03



Author Notes: This is the third part of Still Faithful, Always the sequel to Always Faithful published here on Literotica in the Novels and Novellas category. Still Faithful, Always will be listed under Loving Wives. With this part more than three quarters of the story is complete and posted. After this two chapters remain.

Part Three deals with life activities of the several couples that make up this story plus their friends, loves and associates. In reading this story from part two onward do not anticipate a continuous chronology. Still Faithful, Always takes place over a three year horizon but events described are not necessarily sequential. It should not be necessary to read Always Faithful for Still Faithful, Always to make sense to the reader. For those with tender sensibilities please be aware that this story does depict sex activity between those not legally married to one another. This part in particular contemplates plural marriage situations that are not common and probably not legal. It is a Loving Wives story. 

Chapter 7 -- Mrs. Patron and A Future

Supporting Mrs. Patron in time of distress and soothing the emotional chasm she suffered was only step one for Dan. Friend had no close relatives; Mrs. Patron was her closest companion, also her executor. Dan assumed all administrative tasks needed under his lady friend's direction. He called his subordinate, Helen, and reaffirmed she was in charge in the office for the next ten days.

Dan had one of Charlotte's largest funerals in recent times to organize. He also helped Mrs. Patron deal with Friend's lawyer regarding immediate final instructions and all other last request issues. As to last requests, Friend's primary concern was her home and the art collection it housed. Her instructions were simple on paper, more complicated in execution. A perpetual trust was to be established to take ownership and possession of her art. A loosely defined directive was that the trust's goal be to place her art collection on public display for the citizens of the community. Friend's home was to be sold to endow the trust with operating capital. Mrs. Patron, with others she must approve, was designated initial trustee.

Friend's desires could not have taken long to set down on paper; the completion of her wishes was a different story. Almost a year passed with off and on activity involving Mrs. Patron, Dan and Friend's lawyer to satisfy Friend's Last Testament. One of many meetings occurred about three months into the process to name the initial trustees.

"Daniel, I think you must be my first choice. I don't trust anyone's judgment over yours. I also think Rupert would be a good candidate. What do you think?"

"Rupert is an excellent choice and I know how much respect he has for you and for Friend too. He will be honored I am sure. I think LeeAnne would also make an excellent trustee; she understands both business and the arts."

Mrs. Patron thought for a moment considering Daniel's suggestion. "No Daniel, not LeeAnne; I don't think LeeAnne should be a trustee although I do agree with your assessment of her skills. I have other thoughts concerning LeeAnne.

The lawyer spoke his piece, "If I may suggest, I think three trustees is enough, almost the perfect number. More might get unwieldy."

Meetings such as the one to name trustees interspersed the year's activity. They were always emotionally draining for Mrs. Patron. Following those meetings Dan often spent the night with his friend; always those nights together were as lovers settling frazzled emotions for Mrs. Patron. Dan's kisses and touching of the sensual places about her body lifted her cares; his tool inside always transported the woman to a place of sexual bliss. Twice when she was in town Laura joined her husband and Mrs. Patron providing her own version of support to both. She joined them in bed spending the night close to the two lovers, but beyond an occasional soft caress and kiss she did not join in with her husband and the woman when they made love.

That Laura did not participate with her husband having sex in Mrs. Patron's home did not mean she never made love with someone in the woman's home. LF and Artsy now joined Dan and Laura as evening guests of Mrs. Patron frequently to compensate for the loss of Friend. Artsy always returned home to her husband and his complaints about time spent with her arts friends. When Laura felt a certain desire for another woman LF had no qualms filling her need. Dan knew that at breakfast the next morning either Laura or LF, sometimes both women, would come to the table battered, bruised but smiling with satisfaction.

On an evening when Laura was in San Francisco Dan and Mrs. Patron were alone having an after dinner brandy in her den. "Daniel, I have been thinking. With Friend's passing and with all you and I have had to do closing her estate I must reconsider my status. I have not looked at my will in some time. I am not as young as I once was; none of us are of course. What I am saying is I see my mortality in the mirror from time-to-time."

With no wish to delve deeply into this cruel topic Dan tried to brush off her suggestion, "You are in perfect health and your age in no way limits your activity."

"Daniel, we must be serious. I have property, art, investments; they are extensive as you know and someone must manage all of that in my last years and when I am gone. Much of that role will fall to you. There is no other choice as far as I am concerned."

"You must know that I will do whatever is necessary for you. I will certainly carry out your plans, your every desire."

"Daniel my dear, you are not at all being realistic. You are still young; you have a wife and a full time job. You already devote too much time to this old lady. I intend to see my lawyer soon and have new will drawn. You will be executor and also my principal beneficiary. Both roles will be large responsibilities."

Mrs. Patron's declaration did not surprise Dan at all; he was prepared for the roles. He did wonder about being principal beneficiary and how that could possibly be a burden. "You have very obviously thought about what you want at length. Please fill me in, tell me what you've been thinking."

"I do not want my home sold as Friend did with hers. I do not want my art collection dispersed. I want my home to become the preeminent gallery for fine art in this part of the country. I want to merge my collection with Friends and have them on display here in my home for all interested to see and appreciate. I also think those collections should continue to grow as appropriate. Do you understand my desire Daniel?"

"Yes ma'am, more than a gallery you want a museum." Daniel got a kiss for his understanding.

"Yes Daniel, a museum, furthermore I don't want to wait until my death for my museum to flourish. I want it as soon as practical. My museum will need an executive director for overall direction and guidance and that person must be you Daniel. However, someone else must be responsible for daily operations; that will be a full time job. I think LeeAnne is the best choice to be operations director. It will be our job to convince her to accept that position."

Dan contemplated Mrs. Patron's words as he sipped on his cognac. "Let me fill these glasses one more time and then I think we should sleep on all that you have proposed. We will sleep on your thoughts after we make love to the wee hours."

Dan insisted they shower together; he washed the woman's body tip-to-toe front first and then behind. As each portion was scrubbed and rinsed Dan finished with kisses and stroking with his palms. Mrs. Patron's body tingled when her Daniel was finished bathing her; next she paid similar attention to him. With a warm bath sheet Dan dried his lady and then himself. His hand reached to stop her putting on a gown. "No need for that, I want us nude in bed so I can kiss you completely. I want you so excited you think of nothing but making love with me. Let's go to bed just like this." Their night's sleep was shortened by passion but very satisfying and restful for both after an hour of sensuous loving.

A few nights later with Dan once again spending the night with Mrs. Patron he raised the subject of Artsy as operations director for the gallery-museum again. "Have you spoken with LeeAnne at all about what we considered her role in your plans?"

"No Daniel, I was thinking maybe you should or you and I together. What is your assessment?"

"How many marriages are you trying to get into the dog house my friend?"

"Oh Daniel, you worry too much. I am not at all concerned about LeeAnne's husband being too immature to understand that she has friends and associates in the art world. You do understand this is part of her business. He must understand as well. You know I have never tried to interfere in your marriage, not in any negative way. Why should he suspect I would interfere in LeeAnne's marriage?"

"I am quite sure Laura would understand and accept me having serious and close conversations, even intimate encounters, with LeeAnne on a regular basis. She has all but said as much. I am rather certain LeeAnne's husband would not. He was cold with me from first meeting because of the relationship she and I have had; when I gave the bride at their wedding cold turned to ice. At my kiss to the bride I felt daggers in my back."

On still another evening the subject of LeeAnne, Artsy, as operations director came up, this time Mrs. Patron instigated; bowing to his mentor's wish Dan arranged to meet Artsy at Gilly's for an after work drink and get together. When Dan expressed the same concern that her husband would be annoyed about the meeting Artsy seemed nonchalant.

"Not annoyed Dan, pissed is more like it. He will scream and shout. That's all right, screw him. You and I have been friends for a long time. We first met right here in this bar as I recall. He doesn't like any of my friends; that's his problem and I am not going to let his problems be mine."

"Mrs. Patron is going to talk with you soon about an idea she has that will cause some changes in your life, changes in your employment."

Dan went on to describe in very general terms what their lady friend wanted to do with her home, her art collection and Friends art collection as well. Artsy was suitably impressed; Mrs. Patron's vision was on scale very much in line with everything the woman did, with the way she lived her life. What Mrs. Patron wanted to accomplish was not at all simple and would require serious effort. Artsy realized that with the older woman's connections it would be very possible to make a nationally recognized gallery-museum here in her own hometown. Artsy was to have a role in a venture that could become the pinnacle of her career; her excitement soared.

"What changes for me Dan; can you tell me what Mrs. Patron has planned for me?"

"I am to be Executive Director but that must be a very part time role. She pointed out to me that I still have a full time job and a mostly full time wife and family situation." Artsy chuckled at Dan with his reference to Laura and her two city life. She leaned in and gave a hug and kiss.

"You and Laura seem to be doing okay. Your marriage has been rocky in the past, but now is one of the better marriages all things considered."

Dan decided to ignore Artsy's reference to his own marriage and implications for her own. "Mrs. Patron thinks your title should be Operations Director. You will have a full time job running this gallery-museum on a day-to-day basis and be very well compensated since the Executive Director will make the salary chart."

"Dan, you know I'll take your word about anything anytime. You can tell Mrs. Patron that I am her newest employee whenever we can work out the schedule. The whole idea sounds so exciting. We three need to spend some time together, probably a lot of time, to get from broad brush strokes to nit-pick details."

Artsy finished the drink she was working on and stood. She gestured to Dan come. Suddenly he was engulfed by this woman who had been his lover and salvation for the seven months Laura had abandoned him. Artsy initiated their kisses and close embrace. Dan felt breasts press him, her hips thrust at his; Dan's erection leaped to full bloom in an instant and drove forward. Only their clothing stopped penetration. The enormity of what Mrs. Patron offered, through Dan as friend, once lover, overwhelmed Artsy and initiated the embrace. Warmth and latent love provided fuel to maintain the fire between the former, and soon to be once again, lovers.

Neither was given to blatant public displays such as they were making but for the moment there was no world but their own. As they kissed Dan pressed his hands into Artsy, waist, hips, chest, back, derriere, fondling with an intimacy the couple had not shared in years. Applause from the other drinkers, finally, brought them back to Gilly's world. Artsy and Dan broke apart looking around the bar with guilty faced expression. She returned to her chair and he went to ask the bartender for refills.

Taking Artsy home Dan pulled to the curb at her address. The woman looked through the dark and saw lighted windows; she was sure her husband had been looking out those windows wondering where she was, with whom, and when she would be home. The message Artsy left only said she would be late getting home tonight. Dan reached and took her hand.

"Artsy, it has been a long time. I miss being with you and the togetherness we once shared. I miss the support you have given."

She squeezed the hand he offered, "Dan . . . ." He pulled her close and they shared another meaningful kiss. Their tongues swirled in each other's mouth. Artsy tried to pull away but Dan held her and held his kiss. Finally they broke apart. "Well, if my lipstick wasn't a mess before it surely is now. You are a married man and I am a married woman Dan; married and not to each other. We each have spouses and mine is a jealous one who doesn't trust you or me when I am with you."

This time Artsy initiated their parting kiss; it was briefer but still with feeling. "I love you Dan and I hope you know and understand. Good night." With that Artsy exited the car and walked with purposeful stride to her door never once looking back.

Opening front door was like opening refrigerator door in her kitchen or maybe a hot oven. Husband's first words were hot but froze any chance of pleasure being home. "I saw you kiss him."

"Hi honey I am finally home - yes I kissed Dan goodnight - we are long time close friends - I kissed him goodnight."

"The way your lipstick is smeared you've been kissing him all night. What else have you two been up to? Where else have you kissed him?"

"I'm sure he's driven off so you can't go ask him or try to check. You'll have to take my word for it -- nowhere - do you understand? I kissed Dan no other place but his lips."

"I never have trusted him. He just wants to get back into your pants. He's a sleazeball disgusting guy who can't be trusted."

"You're the one who's disgusting calling Dan a sleazeball. He is probably the most honorable and trustworthy gentleman I have ever met. As far as trying to get in my pants, the softest no stops him immediately. I know because I have very gently told Dan no many times back when you think we fucked every day."

"I don't think you fucked him, I know. Half the city knows you two got it on every chance you could be alone back then; you still fuck him. With his slut wife off fucking around you have all the time you need."

"That's it; I've had enough of your filthy shit. I'm going to bed and you don't need to bother following me. I'd say goodnight to you too, but the way you're acting I don't want to wish you anything good. Stay away!"

Artsy slammed her bedroom door as dramatic exclamation point. To only herself at this point of time she was ready to admit that her marriage surely could not last through the changes coming in her life. She wasn't at all sure how she felt about that realization.

Meetings between Dan, Mrs. Patron and Artsy became regular over the following months, often two evenings a week. Every detail required to turn a beautiful old home into a gallery-museum capable of accepting public traffic had to be listed and then resolved. To facilitate the easy informality climate that allowed Dan to work best he took to calling his one time lover Honey. Mrs. Patron seemed to accept Daniel using the endearment for LeeAnne although she never accepted the nickname Artsy Dan had given many years ago.

"LeeAnne, your face tells me you are deep in thought. Tell us so we can participate."

"Yes Honey, we can't make plans off your facial expressions."

"Your home is beautiful Mrs. Patron; your art gives it loving warmth and creative beauty. You must continue to live here. We want to turn your home into a gallery, a museum open to groups of people. As spacious as your home is the configuration is just not conducive to accommodate groups moving at the same time. Changes must be made. We need to get an architect involved."

"Rupert, he is an interior decorator of distinction. He and some friends of his helped Laura design her garden and he was a godsend of good advice when I expanded my home gallery. I am sure he has worked with many architects and can recommend the person we need"

One problem solved, Interior Decorator indeed recommended the perfect architect. After a careful review of requirements and the potential of Mrs. Patron's home the architect had plans in process to isolate space for Mrs. Patron and guests to live in style and privacy. He also had a plan to convert the space remaining to initial public space. The architect's major contribution was getting Dan and Mrs. Patron to accept the need for additional space to display the current collections plus new acquisitions.

Additional space would require additional dollars; raising money to enhance the endowment fell squarely into Mrs. Patron's forte. Dan worked up the numbers, modifications, expansion, operating cost and acquisitions would require an additional ten million dollars in endowment funds. He thought raising that amount was daunting but achievable. When Mrs. Patron heard the number she had a different reaction. "I hope you haven't shortchanged everything Daniel; your number seems a bit trifling to me. I think our endowment needs to double that amount."

Dan gulped at double but Mrs. Patron simply set about what needed to happen. Six weeks later Mrs. Patron headed a receiving line that included Dan and LeeAnne welcoming guests to the first of a series of cocktail hour soirees where the bankers, business executives and seriously wealthy families of Charlotte would learn about Mrs. Patron's vision and the part she was asking them to play. The architect had a model made of his plans. Artsy supervised art installations in three rooms to give hint to what the vision might look like. Dan gave a fifteen minute business PowerPoint talk that justified the dollars they were asking guests to contribute. Four such cocktail hour affairs over a month's duration and Mrs. Patron had pledges almost double the amount she first proposed on hearing Dan's projection.

"Never again will I doubt or question your ability to cause miracles." Dan kissed his mentor when the three key players met to review the success of the fund raising drive.

"Never doubt just how much an old woman can accomplish when she sets her mind to a task Daniel, you should know that by now. Make sure you express my appreciation to your lovely wife for her efforts on our behalf. The participation of Business Lady, her law firm here in Charlotte plus the law firm in San Jose California added nearly three million alone to our endowment."

"Laura's specialty is marketing as you well know; she has other specialized skills. My wife is far more than a legal secretary that's for sure."




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 03



"Daniel, I don't think this is the time, the place or the audience for tacky remarks about women who lead an expansive life. I am sure LeeAnne agrees with me." LeeAnne was forced to blush but she did agree with the older woman and she absolutely understood her reference as one of respect to women in love with men to whom they were not married.

"Yes ma'am," was all Dan could respond.

With plans well advanced and more than sufficient funds pledged and on the foreseeable horizon it was time to establish the legal entity that would be Mrs. Patron's gallery-museum. As events unfolded Dan had a busy period at work with extensive travel required just as the legal work began. Mrs. Patron and Artsy worked with her lawyer intensely for several weeks to resolve and settle details. The amount of time involved added stress to Artsy's marriage even though Dan was not involved in most of the negotiations. Facts seemed to be of little consequence to her husband.

Mrs. Patron recognized the difficulties her young friend was living with. She proposed two actions that might ease her situation. "LeeAnne, I am concerned that you are being stretched too far in too many directions. I think it is time for you to leave your present position and finally become my Operations Director. Don't you agree?" LeeAnne agreed and gave notice to the gallery owner who had employed her for the past ten years.

"I also want you to establish an apartment here in my home. I am afraid you will need it soon and I think we should be prepared."

What Mrs. Patron proposed was significant. Artsy now had a readily available and safe alternative to the chaotic and destructive home life with her husband. As she eased a few items into closets and dresser drawers pressure to make the final break in her marriage increased. Her relationship with Dan that for six years she was able to confine to just friends was changing too. What Artsy's husband thought existed from day one of their marriage was coming to be.

All of the intimate intellectual and management activity between three associates led inevitably to growing renewal of long repressed social intimacy between Dan and Artsy. As Dan called Laura Baby in almost any situation, he took to calling Artsy Honey almost exclusively. When he drove his honey home from meetings intimate goodnight kisses became the norm. When with Mrs. Patron and out among their friends in the art community Dan and Artsy returned to the type of paired couple behavior that everyone expected from them in years past. They were treated as a couple by friends and associates once again.

Dan and Artsy as loving and caring couple fueled the tension that was her marriage. Husband raged increasingly at his wife as he watched her become closer to the Dan he hated, closer to the man he was convinced was trying to steal his wife. Truth told his actions pushed the couple closer as Artsy looked to escape the destructive relationship her husband sponsored. She realized the status quo of her marriage was not tenable.

Final explosion came on the day Artsy was to join Mrs. Patron and Dan at the lawyer's office to sign the official documents needed to establish the gallery-museum. "If you go with those two traitors today you will be with them all of the time. If you go don't bother coming back. We are through." Artsy stared her husband down. She realized that she no longer cared.

"I am going. I'll be back some time to get my things when I know you are gone."

As the signing took place with handshakes and hugs following Artsy had a simple follow-on question for the lawyer. "Do you also handle divorce cases?"



Chapter 8 -- Laura and Greg

Languishing on his bed on a Friday evening following a vigorous assault on Laura's body that had been item one on Greg's agenda he asked his item two question. "Hey Darling, are you going to be out here three weeks from now, three weekends? I'll need you that Saturday night."

"If you promise to ravish my body just exactly like the marauding horde screwing you just gave me I'll be here as fast as I can get here whenever you call me. Kiss me again and then tell me about Saturday."

"Do you remember the first fancy date we had years ago, the tuxedo and red dress at the country club date?"

"Oh yes, how could I ever forget that night? I made a great scene wearing that red dress Dan bought just for such occasion. You looked wonderful, so handsome in your tuxedo with me on your arm, dancing, mingling. I loved being your date that night; we were great together. That may have been the first time Dan really didn't exist for me; you and I, we were only us two. Oh yes, oh yes I do remember."

Suddenly Laura felt herself thrown to her back with head against the pillows again, Greg on top of her again, hard cock pressing seeking entrance once again. His kisses choked off breathing. Laura felt her lover's hands reaching everywhere around her body as passion overtook them. "Oh fuck me again Baby, yes fuck me again," she tried to scream through his muffling kisses.

Laura's recollection of their unique singularity as couple they once shared enflamed Greg. Her admission fueled his passion that could only be slaked by sex with his lover immediately. Follow on questions and answers be damned; hips must thrust, lips must kiss, arms must clutch; fuck and fuck hard into woman is what drove man now. Man grunted and woman screamed her orgasm. "Aaahhhhhhhh yesss Darling, so good, so good! Just hold me until I return."

Greg left his bed to pace alongside. "If I stay next to you on the bed we'll do nothing but fuck tonight. Here's the question, can you work your schedule to be out here in three weeks?"

"I think so Baby; unless we have a partners meeting back there I have a lot of freedom with my schedule. We don't have one scheduled for six weeks so I can be here. Do you have another country club soirée that you want to squire this lady to and introduce her to your society?"

"Not country club, a hotel ballroom event, but yes, the same sort of affair. I'll be wearing my tux, your red dress or its sister in your closet would work."

"I'll have to bring it out here but I can wear that red dress. I've only worn it three times; all three times I've gotten rave reviews and comments. I wore it that one time with you. As I recall you liked it so much you wanted me to wear it the next year."

Laura shook her head and muttered about men under her breath. Then she reconsidered her general condemnation about the style sense of men. Her husband had always been fully aware of the need women had to make all dress-up dresses appear one off special to whoever got to see the woman so attired. Dan knew a girl couldn't wear the same dress twice for the same crowd of folks. She had worn the red dress twice with Dan, once to a business function and once to an arts event. She told Greg about those events.

"No one out here on the west coast has seen me in my red so I can wear it with you if you'd like. I know it still fits. I can even bring my bells along and wear them. Would you like to ring my bells Baby?"

At home in Charlotte Laura filled Dan in on plans she and Greg made for his big full dress charity event. She even modeled the red dress she planned to wear and they reminisced about the first time she wore the dress with Greg. Laura decided to check her husband's sensibility about taking the expensive dress Dan purchased years ago to her California home to wear for her lover.

"Sure, why not? It's been seen by enough folks in Charlotte that your red dress is passé here. Give the west coasters a chance; we bought it for you to wear for him anyway."

Late on Saturday afternoon three weeks after Greg's question Laura found herself in his bathroom with an arsenal of make-up bottles and tubes spread before her. She wore only a pair of plain cotton panties as she concentrated at this moment making her eyes look as dramatic as possible. Greg would remove the panties when she was ready to put her jewelry on and dress. Tonight would be a jewelry and dress only night, well a little perfume too Laura considered.

"Bring me my ear rings Baby, I'll let you do the rest."

The rest began with the diamond studded anklet Greg bought as one of his first gifts, right after the ruby ring. Laura extended her leg. Their special jeweler made the anklet as he did the next piece, the one-of-a-kind bells.

"Come closer wench; I need to get your clit good and stiff and stand up hard so you won't lose your bells when I decide to ring them."

Using lips, fingers, tongue and teeth Greg spent five full minutes with head between Laura's thighs at her pussy. Clit became fully erect in the first minute; the final four minutes served only for pleasure. Laura was panting coming down from a minor orgasm as Greg slipped clit clip firmly into place and tapped the bells to make them ring.

Greg placed Laura's remaining jewelry quickly and helped slip her dress over her head without messing hair. As he worked zipper and fasteners in back Laura adjusted her boobies into the cups of her dress. She didn't wear a necklace or pendant; Laura wanted nothing to distract from the shadow she knew her bare cleavage would trace.

While in the car Laura had only one instruction for her lover. "Baby, I am your fiancée tonight; if there are any questions about my rings I am the one who will answer them, understand Baby."

Greg appeared to be focused on driving; he didn't answer immediately. He considered Laura's statement and wondered what her response would be. The people they would meet tonight were important business associates. He would have to trust Laura's judgment. "I understand Darling; I'll let you handle the questions with your usual discretion."

Normally when Greg arrived at one of the few affairs he attended with date he and the lady on his arm entered with no special attention or fanfare. He had a few safe women he asked to be date when a partner was required. All had been attractive in appearance and dress but they were simply friends; no sparks gapped between Greg and prior dates. From the moment Greg led Laura into the ballroom he could tell tonight would be different. His associates sensed a difference; they could see the glow the couple threw off.

"My goodness Greg, where have you been hiding this beauty for all the years I have known you?"

"In my bedroom, of course, where else would I keep a prize like Laura?" He reached to shake the man's hand while maintaining a tender grip on Laura's. "Darling, this is my boss who is practicing his old man lecher skills over your beauty." "Lawrence, this gorgeous woman is my fiancée, Laura Martell." "You may shake his hand Darling, but try to get yours back. Kissing his cheek might be safer unless his lovely wife objects."

"You cad, keeping her in the bedroom indeed." "Laura my dear, you are quite lovely. I have never known Greg to seriously date but tonight he springs a first class beauty such as you on his associates and announces you two are affianced." At that moment Lawrence's wife walked up, kissed Greg's cheek and reached for Laura's hand.

"The reason we have not met, both you and your equally charming wife, is that I live in Charlotte most of the time. Greg asked for my hand six years ago. It has taken a while for me to say yes."

Laura saw that her left hand and the rings drew attention but no comment from either Lawrence or wife. They were only the first of many couples to approach and be introduced by Greg. Laura felt like she was belle-of-the-ball tonight and she loved the attention. Wife managed to catch Laura alone when Greg was at the bar for refills.

"The way you wear your rings is unusual. Most divorced women do not continue to wear their first wedding rings on this hand."

The woman's statement was really a question that Laura recognized for its intent. She decided on full disclosure. "Greg and I have been lovers for ten years. I was married when Greg gave his ring six year ago."

Laura pointed to the one Greg placed on her finger alone back then. The woman studied it and the way Laura wore her three rings. "I wore Greg's ring for just a short time but recently I have begun wearing it again. I am still married and that is why I wear my rings as I do. Greg will be my second husband when we decide to have our ceremony. I will have to add one more ring to this hand."

The woman tried to ask several questions at once. Laura could see her confusion. "I am glad you asked your question. Everything is now in the open and clear in Charlotte, in San Francisco where I live a third of my life, and now here in San Jose. I think that is best, don't you?"

The affair turned out to be as Laura expected. Highpoint for her was simply being with her Greg as one half of a now publicly committed couple. Laura noticed wives she had been introduced to that evening who didn't stay as close to their husband as she did to Greg. They mingled together, danced together, sat side-by-side and fed each other at the too ordinary chicken dinner, and held hands through all of the boring speeches. Laura danced one dance with Lawrence, Greg's boss, as Greg danced with his boss's wife. She stood and applauded her man when he received recognition as Chair of the Fund Raising Committee. On reflection, Laura realized she may have gone overboard with applause and kisses; oh well, she was a marketing executive and supposed to be exuberant. They left at a suitably early hour.

"I have to get this beauty home and back in the bedroom where she belongs," Greg announced. Laura blushed but squeezed her lover tight. She led him out of the hall and to their waiting car.

In the car on the way home; "Baby, I did talk to Mrs. Lawrence when she asked about my rings and explained everything about us to her. I am sure she will slowly spread the word in the right way. She seems to be the right sort of gossip. You don't have to worry about how you answer any question in the future. Also, I never have a problem being the woman in my Baby's bedroom. You can introduce me that way any time, any time at all."

At Greg's front door; "I know you were being funny but I do want you to take me straightaway to the bedroom. I want you to undress me, fuck me silly, and find the she-wolf in me tonight. I want to howl all night long. What I really want is to reach back to our first date. Take me everywhere in every way all night long. This time I will wake in your bed tomorrow morning."

"Okay she-wolf-lady let's get you naked and ready to fuck. You will know, and your body will show, every sign of your howling sex."

> > > - - < < <

On a Saturday morning a few months later Laura awoke in her San Francisco bed and reached to her lover still sleeping. The strong arm that held hips tight last night as Laura rode Greg's fat cock with a fury now lay listless and almost disconnected by his side. It retained his warmth. Her hand lightly stroked the hair on Greg's chest. Looking toward his mid-section Laura could tell he was erect. Slowly as to not wake her man she pulled away the sheet hiding him. God his cock is so big, fat and beautiful. He did me so well last night twice; he really screwed me good. I want to repay his efforts. Laura opened wide to take as much cock as she could before her warm mouth would wake the man.

"Ah yes, suck me girl. That's the way to be my alarm clock. Suck my big dick."

Laura did as asked; her cheeks bowed in and she sucked her man deep, all the way deep. She reached for the listless arm and moved it behind her to neck. Male muscles responded; Greg held Laura firmly in place with cock full deep in her. She tried to set an up-down motion as signal. Greg held too tight; he brought his other hand into play. He would provide all necessary motion. Not long -- not much longer -- hold on a little more -- ahhhh yes! "Suck it down Darling, suck it all down." Greg released his hold as he began to spew; Laura backed off enough to get the flavor in her mouth. He watched her finally pull away completely, swill his cum around inside her mouth and swallow every drop.

"Now I really have to get to the bathroom fast. You damn sure don't want to swallow what's coming out next."

At the breakfast table Laura and Greg enjoyed coffee and bagels to slake their immediate hunger. Laura decided she wanted to get out and do something a little different today. "Are you up for an adventure today Baby?"

"You are usually pretty adventurous; do you want to stay in bed all day or something more exotic?"

"I'm thinking back to nature. Let's drive across the bridge to Sausalito for brunch and then stroll through Muir Woods. It is so peaceful there."

"I'm game."

Three hours later with pleasantly full tummies two lovers walked in the still solitude of a pristine sequoia forest alongside a babbling brook. There were others around, many others in fact; but no human noise, all were quiet. The only sounds were those of nature: water flowing over rocky bottom, squirrels and other small critters scurrying through bush and fern, the sound of Pacific breeze through leafy treetops. This primal place so close to a major city truly was Paul Simon's Sounds of Silence; nature awed humanity. Laura kissed her lover about every ten steps; Greg would respond with a tight hug. They walked together but said not a word for two hours.

On leaving Laura finally tried to express her feelings. "I am so totally at peaceful ease with me. I feel no pressure about anything. I think I want to go home and hold you. That's all, just hold you." As far as Greg was concerned that seemed like an excellent idea. He was driving and he knew the way home.

> > > - - < < <

As autumn settled in Laura found herself wrapped up in preparation for Halloween. Years ago the wife of one of her law firm's senior partners, Old Jacobs, recruited her as assistant organizer for the annual party the firm held for children of all employees. The woman thought Laura should do penance for her affair with Greg and this extra duty was her sentence. With no children of her own and no desire to be a mother Laura took to the project as great aunt of all the young tykes.

When Old Jacobs retired, and wife's active participation ended, Laura adopted the annual event as her own. She enlisted her fellow executive sisters to assist and also made overtures to wives of the law firm's senior partners. On the day before Halloween late afternoon laughter and general frivolity filled the normally quiet office space. Children in costumes marched from office to office calling out trick or treat. A relaxed family atmosphere overtook the firm for a few hours. Laura was pleased to be an aunt to so many children for a very short slice of time.

One problem with success - success breeds expectations. The wife of one of the senior partners had a passion about programs encouraging child reading. She made the assumption that because Laura had done so well with Halloween in the office she was the logical choice to make magic happen again for Christmas targeting her favorite program. Laura tried to point out there are only seven weeks between Halloween and Christmas and she had been doing Halloween at the firm for almost ten years but the lady would accept no excuses.

This was one problem Laura knew she could take home to Dan. He would get a good laugh, but maybe he could give some good advice too. Laura was correct, her husband bought into the idea of getting employees kids involved in a reading program.

"Anything that get's the whole employee, family included, involved in the company has got to be beneficial. We don't have kids so it may not look like a big deal to us Baby. Most workers do have families."

He and Laura talked through some possibilities and considered the realities of a Christmas deadline less than two months away. Dan gave the critical advice on how to make the project work. "Here are three rules Baby, follow these and your projects will be a booming success. First, limit the scope you are trying to get done; second, delegate the work to others; and third, be ready to take whatever credit you can for whatever good comes along."




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 03



Laura laughed at Dan's simple explanation and popped him on the shoulder. "You jerk, but you're probably right Baby. If the lady wants a book program I'll get her to pick the partners pockets for the money. Maybe I can find a local bookstore that wants to get involved. One book per kid as Christmas present for starters. How does that sound Baby?"

"You've got it down pat already; you get an A in Project Management 101 Baby."

She also got several good kisses from hubby as extra credit bonus points. Later in the evening after her shower and into a nightgown Laura tucked her hubby into bed. She told him she was going to call Greg and chat just a bit before coming to bed. Dan kidded about being a little old for phone sex as he reached into Laura's nightstand for her silver wand. They teased each other a while longer before she adjourned to the den to place her call. Laura did take the toy her Baby found with her.

The next morning over breakfast Laura spoke between bites, "It's the strangest thing about that idea."

"What idea are you talking about Baby, using your silver bullet when talking to Greg?"

"Stop you doofus, that silly kids and books idea, Greg thought it was great too. He wants me to come by his office one day next trip and pitch his secretary."

"Wait a minute, you beg off screwing with me last night so you can do phone sex with your lover and then you talk about someone else's idea for a work project. What's going on Baby? You have two guys and both of us are boring you." Wife and husband both laughed as response, cleaned up from breakfast and left for their individual work place.

The next time Laura was in San Francisco she did manage an afternoon diversion to San Jose. She had never been to Greg's office and as many times as she had spoken with Celeste Laura had no idea what the woman looked like. At the receptionist's desk she asked for Mr. Greg Harrison, gave her name and was asked to wait for an escort. A very attractive mid-thirty something woman approached and asked, "Mrs. Martell, Laura Martell? I am Celeste; follow me please." When they were at her workstation in front of an open office door Celeste dropped her formality and hugged Laura close in a sisterly sort of way. "He is waiting for you."

Laura stepped from female hug of friendship into male arms squeezing with passion. Through open door Celeste could see the lovers kiss with intensity that would not abate. Their kiss lingered. Even more surprising to his secretary was the intimate way male hands stroked the woman's back, her sides up toward breasts and reached lower to clutch Laura almost between her cheeks. The tight skirt of Laura's dress crept well high on thighs but she made no effort toward modesty. Celeste noticed Laura indicated no hesitance or rejection of Greg touching; she pressed her hips forward in complicity. Finally the couple pulled apart.

"Celeste, don't ever let me catch you kissing my man like that or I'll scratch your eyes out."

Laura pointed toward Greg's desk, "If I ever even hear of you getting down there under his desk it will get even worse; you don't want to know what will happen."

Greg roared in laughter as his current secretary clapped her hand over her mouth in astonished surprise. "Don't worry Darling you are the only woman who has ever been under my desk and the only one who ever will be. Do you want to relive old times?"

"Don't dare me!" Laura pulled her man close and kissed once again beginning with tenderness but eventually clutching his shoulders close and pressing her kiss with possessive fierceness. "I love you Greg Baby, but I am getting distracted as I often do around you. I am really here today to see Celeste about this silly books-for-kids idea everyone is in love with."

The women moved out to Celeste's area and talked for thirty minutes. Celeste understood her role. Finally her curiosity about Laura, her actions with Greg and what she said about under his desk would not be denied. "Did you really . . .?" Laura saw the woman pointing under her desk.

"Many times girl, the first time we were intimate was at his desk. The first time we made love was in his bed but I knew him orally at his desk first. If Greg had pointed and said get down there when we were all three in his office I would have had my skirt up, top open and been on my knees under his desk." Celeste looked at the older woman with disbelief shaking her head no.

"We are through with the books. Let me collect my man." To Greg she said, "Celeste and I are finished Greg; let's go. Are you going to feed me first or screw me? What's the big man's pleasure?"

> > > - - < < <

While the distraction organizing children's activities for various firms occupied Laura's late fall schedule she still had both of her jobs that could get demanding at times plus the unavoidable Christmas holiday parties she needed to attend. This year she had four company parties scheduled, two on each coast. December just didn't have enough days in the month. Dan could take his secretary to his company party so if necessary she could skip one affair. Greg's law firm had their party scheduled the second Friday of December while Business Lady's was the next day. Four parties over a short period of time meant one thing for Laura, time to go shopping for some new dresses.

Shopping was husband's strength, not Greg's. Most of the Saturday before Thanksgiving Dan and Laura visited stores. Dan suggested dresses and Laura tried them on. Somehow the selection available didn't excite either of them. They finally settled on a blue dress at the third shop they visited and a black one at the fifth and final store. Both were exhausted when Dan suggested drinks at Gilly's, his favorite casual bar.

"Two will have to make do this year. Thank you for all of your help and support today Baby. I am glad I don't have to go through this alone. I'll look through my closet and find something if I need another dress."

"Unless someone has come by and emptied all your closets while neither of us was watching your only problem will be deciding which one, not do I have one."

Laura did manage to attend all four Christmas parties. Of the two in Charlotte she actually enjoyed Dan's party more this year. Laura wore her new black dress. It had been two years since she had been with Dan to his affair. Secretary sat with them so it appeared Dan had two women as date,, but her Baby was comfortable and experienced having two women dates. Laura didn't object at all to the amount of time Dan spent dancing with the other woman.

On the second Friday in December in San Jose Laura wore her new blue dress as she mingled tucked in close to Greg. They danced together often; it had been too long since they had gone out for dinner and then late night dancing. Laura recalled it was something they did often in Charlotte but had not done once since resuming their relationship here in California. "I like dancing with you mister; we are going to have more dates just like this," Laura whispered in her man's ear as they danced a slow shuffle with the three piece band playing soft music.

Greg's boss Lawrence was the first of several other gentlemen to ask for a dance. Laura glanced to Greg for his expected approval and offered her hand. She felt comfortable dancing with Lawrence based on meeting him and wife at the earlier hotel party affair. Greg explained who most others who approached her were. After four consecutive dances with strangers Laura pulled Greg to the floor when she saw another man heading their way.

"Protect me from all the Christmas wolves my dear, they are thicker tonight than Santa's elves."

"Your beauty grabs attention and the fact that you are new broad in town is added fuel. I'll put the evil eye out and wolves should leave you alone. You will have to deal with any elves yourself."

Evil eye worked because Laura only danced once more with Lawrence the remainder of the party. Her heels pinched her feet by the time party ended and she told her Baby as they drove home that his first task was a massage.

Laura and Greg wore matching silver the next night by resurrecting a set of costumes from a long ago New Years Eve affair. At the Business Lady party the next night Greg in his skin tight leotard drew most of the attention because he was Laura's new man. He still looks like a silver god in that outfit, Laura thought. Liaison was first to come up and accost him since they had met when Greg and Laura were first together. Unlike the only other time Laura wore her outrageous silver sword outfit, for this Holiday Party she wore a silver panty and bra set underneath. She still had a lot of fun being a show off. She danced with all senior executives, all males of her marketing group, and late in the evening pulled all the marketing women to the dance floor for a group dance that closed out the party. Laura suggested they make a late night call on Upper Floor when they got home but Greg nixed that idea. He wanted Laura in bed immediately.

> > > - - < < <

On a Saturday afternoon in late fall Laura and Greg returned to her home after spending the day out and around the streets of San Francisco just enjoying being together. They stopped at two street fair flea markets; visited several small shops mainly looking at fashion accessories for Laura, window shopped slowly past stores too numerous to count and recall, and at three different establishments stopped for refreshments: once for coffee; once for wine; and finally for a small cup of gelato. Upon entering and hanging their light jackets Laura was so pleased with the day she jumped bodily into her lover's arms to smother him with kisses.

"Coffee, tea or me?"

In response Greg eased a hand under Laura's sweater at her back and began lifting the covering material to shoulders and beyond. By the time he carried her to the bedroom Laura's sweater was on the floor and he hung her bra on the doorknob going by.

"Oh lover, I knew your answer would be me. An afternoon quickie will be the perfect match to your hard fucking screw me to the bed last night and our sweet gentle love making this morning. Don't hold back Baby; take me quick and hard for your pleasure."

Greg threw his lover to her bed and immediately began pulling the remaining clothes from her body and throwing them about the room: shoes and socks over shoulder, slacks pulled down and tossed to side, finally panties held up to sniff and then pitched to Laura's head for her to savor. Greg was as fast and indiscriminant with his own clothes. Laura called out hurry as encouragement. Grasping her ankles he pinned them to his lover's ears, "Take this bitch; here's your quickie."

"Oh god, fuck yes! Fuck me hard with that wonderful fat cock lover."

Man fucked cock in full, hard, fast and deep. Pussy had no choice but accept man thrust. Whatever lubrication Laura could create spur-of-the-moment would have to make do; Greg didn't bother with foreplay to prepare her. They fucked hard and furious together with body slapping body and all arms clutching. Gradually her moisture flowed to ease parts stabbing at each other.

"Here's your quick screw bitch; take my cock and love it; fuck your pussy; fuck, fuck, FUCK NOW!"

Cum spewed; male essence blasted Laura to her core and she felt the charge. With fingernails digging deep into her man's butt she pulled him as close and tight as she could manage.

"I love you Baby - I love you to fuck me -- I love to fuck you - I love everything about you - I want you in me like this forever."

Sated, the couple stayed connected clutching each other tightly as breathing returned to normal. Eventually Greg's weight on her became too much for Laura and she rolled him to her side. Kissing all over her lover's face and torso Laura extracted herself and rose from bed first to bathroom for cleanup and then to minimally dress in a simple jump suit of light and flowing nylon.

"I am going to fix us a light snack to renew our energy. Join me in the living room and we can just talk and be together for a while."

Now dressed casually too, slacks and a pullover, Greg joined Laura about five minutes later as she was setting out a wedge of brie and a baguette plus a glass of wine for each. They toasted with their wine glasses and nibbled at Laura's offering.

"Baby, let's talk a bit. There's some stuff I need to tell you. I need to get honest and own up to my past. You haven't been the only one other than Dan."

"I can't imagine that I am not one of the most knowledgeable men about your past indiscretions since I am sure I am part of most of them."

"Greg my Darling Man, I don't consider anything you and I did during those years an indiscretion. The way I handled our time together vis-a-vis my husband was my young and immature stupidity, but that's on me, not you, not us."

Okay, I'll agree. Tell me about your unfaithful past, unfaithful to your husband and your lover. That's what you are trying to tell me, right?"

"Yes, unfaithful to both of my lovers; Dan is more aware of my infidelities. Not all the details, of course, but he pretty much knows the who and the when of most times. It is you I need to get open with my lover."

"There were few in Charlotte, all involved Dan's art world. Other than that I had a husband and a wonderful lover who took care of my needs. You recall the two nude portraits of me that hang on our home gallery walls? Both Portrait and LF made love to me during the time we exhibited those portraits and while I was sitting, a wonderful euphemism there, for the portraits. LF and I continue to be lovers especially when she visits out here in San Francisco, but at home also."

"There is one other person in Charlotte that you need to know about. She will surprise you I am sure. Do you recall Dan's friend, his lover, Artsy? I had her and she had me long before she ever gave herself to Dan."

Laura saw Greg's jaw drop and she smiled and nodded. "Yes, Artsy, LF and I did an all girl three-way one night, all night long, in Mrs. Patron's guest bedroom. It was wild and fantastic. We agreed later to never do it again because of the pain we could cause Dan, but we both enjoyed our time together."

"To show you what an ass I was I bragged about screwing his lover to Dan when I knew Artsy would never have sex with him as long as Dan and I were married."

"If Dan didn't beat you for that cruelty I should today. You can be one fucking bitch Baby, a real fucking bitch."

Laura just smiled at her lover's outburst. "Here in San Francisco my sexual partners have mostly been men, several of whom I don't even know their name." Laura looked directly into Greg's eyes as she nodded an up down yes with her head. "True slut behavior, let me tell you."

"First was BL's Legal Counsel. He was young with a hard dick but immature. I danced with him a couple of times where I felt his hard cock against me so I tried him out once. He wanted more but once was enough. You have met my neighbor upper Floor and visited his play room. All of my other San Francisco adventures revolve around him and his play room. You remember how he told you when I first introduced him how I loved his balcony? He has had me naked chained to that balcony railing many times. There is a nasty Mexican who lives across the way named Mario who always calls out to me. He calls me puta, whore, and other obscenities. He loves to beat me with Upper Floor's whips."

"I am not going to tell you the details of all my play with Upper Floor right now. He is home and we will be visiting with him later. He has invited us for brandy at nine tonight. I've asked him to tell about the night I was entertainment for his friends at a party. It was spectacular. When you know about the party I have no more indiscretions to hide."

"You have had an interesting life apart from me, haven't you Darling. I thought you were simply my personal slut but it seems as though you have branched out. I may have to exorcise the slut demons from your body with one of your neighbor's whips when we visit tonight."

Laura smiled at her lover's announcement and kissed her Baby with heat.

> > > - - < < <

"Welcome neighbors," Upper Floor kissed Laura lightly on lips with just a hint of tongue; he reached for Greg's hand and shook it. "Come in and let us sit and enjoy an evening of conversation and cognac. I have an excellent Old Napoleon XO that has a wonderful nose."

Upper Floor gestured his visitors to a love seat while he poured and then served snifters of the fine cognac. They all sipped, commented on the quality of their drink and made polite conversation for a few minutes. Laura was about to bring up the primary topic when Upper Floor decided to begin the serious conversation.

"Greg, you are a new friend to me but lover and betrothed to my long time friend and neighbor Laura. She has asked me to explain, maybe confess is the word she would choose, the relationship your lovely lady and I have had almost from the time she moved into this building ten years ago. You are familiar with my home, my playroom and its balcony. I've told you about Laura's fascination exposing herself on my balcony."

Greg nodded understanding as Laura reached for his arm to pull her man closer. She leaned head on shoulder and kissed a cheek as she snuggled.

"Laura and I were never to be anything more than good neighbors, casual friends would be good description, never as much as lovers. She told me from the beginning she had a husband and a lover in Charlotte both of whom she deeply loved. I was to be a west coast diversion from time-to-time as well as a suitable escort when business functions demanded such. While I would have relished the larger role of lover, I accepted her status and we came to enjoy each other's company. I must say my enjoyment of our friendship lasted through the quiet years when Laura chose not to be sexually active while she lived her San Francisco life."

"Let me begin her confession by saying Laura and I have made love, no game playing in both her bedroom and mine; we have not done so very often but a few times, yes." Upper Floor looked to Greg directly and waited until he nodded understanding. "Most of our playtimes, however, occurred in my special play venue. Most did not involve what is generally considered sex. Certainly not penetration, wouldn't you agree my dear?"

This time Laura nodded agreement, "Yes, mostly showing off or spankings and bondage, most of the time but not always."

"Yes, not always. I think the best way I can help my friend get her past off her chest with you Greg is to tell about the night your lady agreed to be the entertainment for a party of my friends. Let's go into the playroom, the scene of the crime so to speak."

Upper Floor took a pair of cuffs and chain from the cabinet on the wall and suspended Laura from the high rod so she had to stand on the balls of her feet tip-toed. He turned to Greg, "The night of her greatest party adventure Laura was suspended this way but not quite dressed as she is tonight; she was nude and available for my guests view and touch."

Upper Floor slowly unfastened the buttons on Laura's jumpsuit from neckline to waistline. He pushed the cloth to her shoulders leaving her chest bare with breasts mostly visible.

"It was a modest sized party, six men, including me as host, two of the men had wives with them, a lesbian couple, Laura as our entertaining bauble hanging on the tree, and of course her escort as observer."

"An escort? Who might that have been?"

"I'll let her tell you if and when she chooses. The party was fun however, soft music, good wine and conversation. Most everyone fondled our heroine during the early part of the evening. Finally we got down to serious festivities. Each of the gentlemen enclosed their cock in latex and fucked our girl to rapid completion. Didn't we dear?"




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 04



Author Notes: This is the fourth and final part of Still Faithful, Always the sequel to Always Faithful previously published here on Literotica in the Novels and Novellas category. Still Faithful, Always will be listed under Loving Wives. With this part the Always faithful and Still Faithful, Always story concludes. There will be no more sequels. 

Part Four deals exclusively with the wedding of Laura to her lover Greg and how that wedding will impact her husband Dan and his relationship with the other women in his life primarily Artsy. Part Four returns to a chronology driven style tale of getting Laura and Greg to the altar. The patchwork vignettes of life are pretty much left behind. It should not be necessary to read Always Faithful for Still Faithful, Always to make sense to the reader. Once again a reminder for those with tender sensibilities please be aware that this story does depict sex activity between those not legally married to one another. This part in particular describes plural marriage situations that are not common and probably not legal. It is a Loving Wives story. 

Part Four, Chapters 10 - 11 

Chapter 10 -- Laura and Dan 

As much as Laura liked to spend her Saturday mornings when she was home working in her garden sometimes Mother Nature had other ideas. With a stretch and waking yawn Laura rose, looked out her bedroom window and saw that this time the weatherman had guessed right with today's prediction. A steady rain watered her plants and bushes. Returning to bed she squeezed her Baby's morning wood to wake him. 

"Do your stuff and back to bed Baby; this morning I will serve your first cup of coffee here in the bedroom while we decide on the day." 

Drinking from the coffee mug Laura brought him Dan decided he would kick off theirweekend planning conversation. "Other than the routine stuff, make sure the clothes I'll need for the coming week are in order and things like that, I don't have any inside tasks on my plate. I was going to do yard things this weekend getting ready for fall and winter. What about you Baby?" 

"Same here Baby, since we hired Anita to do the house cleaning stuff every week I don't have the household deep cleaning that worked for this kind of rainy weekend. Do you have any gallery openings tonight?" 

"Not really, there's nothing special on tap right now. I guess I will just have to chase my Baby around the house and see if she lets me catch her." 

Oh, I have a feeling your Baby will let you catch her, but how many times will that work? What if she starts chasing you? Got someone you can call for reinforcements?" 

Husband and wife shared laughter and a moment's time out to drink more of their coffee. Both were used to keeping busy and with Mother Nature washing out their regular weekend back yard duties they had time on their hands. Laura offered a suggestion. 

"I saw that you put a couple of pine logs by the fireplace ready to go. How about we just lounge around today in our jammies, light a log, drink mimosas and act like newlyweds. I think that sounds relaxing and like something my Baby should enjoy." 

Dan nodded and kissed his Baby, "Showers first, come join me." 

An hour later Dan and Laura stretched out on floor pillows in front of their fireplace. While Dan played boy scout and turned pine logs into an aromatic fire, Laura put together a light breakfast tray they would share. Their menu consisted of grapes, apple wedges, heavy crackers and brie with fresh coffee and mimosas for liquid refreshment. They took turns doing the love bird finger feed each other routine with frequent kisses. Both wore a matching set of silk pajamas Laura bought as joint Christmas gift last year. 

"I talked with Artsy this week. She is still gushing over that ring you had jeweler make for her. Your good taste goes well beyond women's clothes Baby; I didn't realize you could get creative with jewelry styles too." 

"Once you pushed me, thank you for that by the way you had to provide the push or I would have resisted, I just set my mind to the task. Your jeweler and I spent a couple of hours two different times before we came up with the final idea. I still think you should let me pay for that ring at least." 

"No Baby, and it's not really a my treat thing either. In some ways it's selfish on my part more than altruistic." 

"How do you figure spending that kind of money on a ring for your husband's girlfriend is selfish, Greg?" 

"Yes, a good part is Greg, you letting me have a chance to try and recover what I lost, responsibly Baby, recover responsibly. I think me being responsible is the key; can Laura be responsible? I'm trying, but if buying those rings was just to have Greg I would be trying to steal something, stealing something from you, Baby. I would be trying to steal freedom from strict vows maybe." 

"That would definitely not be responsible. So it's not all Greg and me, it's my Baby and me. It is very much my job to make sure my man is happy in every aspect of his life." 

Laura put two grapes in her mouth and then pulled Dan close for an open mouth kiss. She tongued one of the grapes past lips in an intimate exchange but kept lips connected as she began to chew the grape she retained. 

"I like being sexy here with you Baby." 

Dan reached inside Laura's pajama top and pinched a nipple much harder than he normally would. Laura moaned and leaned into her man. "You've been taking lessons; that feels like a Greg trick." Dan pinched and twisted harder. Laura reached into her pajama bottoms to play; she didn't last long. Dan continued nipple twisting as his wife strummed her clit; he unfastened two buttons so he could use both hands. 

Laura began panting; her breathing went shallow and rapid. She tried to close her eyes but her lids still fluttered. Suddenly Mother Nature intervened with a sharp crack of thunder nearby. Laura screamed her own thunder; she reached for Dan with both hands to hold him close. Dan let go of the breasts he had been torturing and pulled his Baby as close as possible. He just held his wife until she returned from orgasm. 

"Holy mackerel Baby, are you sure you haven't been doing threesomes with Artsy and LF? Geez that was intense and oh so -- oh so so -- just oh so good wonderful. I always expect you to make sweet love to me, but you are pretty good as a straight hard fuck guy too. I should never forget that much Baby. I love you." 

"I'm drained Baby, would you go get me another mimosa to rejuvenate?" 

"We got here talking about Artsy's ring. I want to do some more ring talk if that's okay with you Baby?" 

"Sure Baby, you want one too?" 

"As a matter of fact . . . when I saw her ring I got a feeling. Is there a difference between envy and jealousy; don't answer that Baby. I did want one too. I didn't want hers, not to take it away, I wanted mine; I wanted you to give me one just like hers. Does that make sense Baby? Am I a bad person for wanting what your other lover has?" 

"You are certainly not a bad person. I think I understand why you want one. I will talk to Jeweler; we've become friends sort of. One thing, I will pay this time." 

"Wait Baby, I don't want you to say sure I'll get you one today. I want you to consider carefully. Think about you and me and our marriage and the symbolism of rings. I want you to think about you and Artsy and your love, and your commitment to her even if you can't ever marry. If she wants something of you that is all hers and only hers, and that something is the symbol of her unique ring, then I want you to tell me 'No Baby' that ring is for Artsy alone." 

Dan put both mimosa glasses on the hearth and pulled his wife close to kiss. He said nothing; he only held Baby in a tight hug and rained soft kisses all over her face. "You have grown up, grown into an even more beautiful and loving person. I have always loved you, even through the pain of those times, but never more than I love you today." 

Dan knew he would repeat this conversation with Artsy, he would work with Jeweler to create a ring similar but uniquely Laura; her point about considering two lovers was something Dan must always keep in mind. The light of knowledge glowed in Dan's brain and he laughed aloud. 

"What Baby, what's so funny?" 

"Mrs. Patron, that old lady knows everything before it happens. You know how you are always saying you want to be like her when you grow up? You must be growing up Baby because you are getting to be like her at least a little bit." 

Suddenly Dan felt himself overwhelmed. Some sort of dervish jumped him, pushed him to his back and climbed on top as within one motion that single dervish whipped her pajama top off and pushed Dan's to his armpits. Baby rubbed hands and boobies all over Dan's chest. Somehow she managed to get two pajama bottoms off as well. Laura lowered herself over her husband's spike like cock slowly the first time but with growing forceful thrusts each time she lifted and slapped her body down. She fucked her man with determined ferocity. 

"I love you Baby you are wonderful. That is the best thing any man has ever said to me. I love you -- I love you -- I just love you completely. 

"Yes! He called me Mrs. Patron. My husband, our lover, he called me." 

Laura continued fucking and shouting her pleasure to the ceiling, to the rain gods outside, to whoever could or could not hear. Her shouts, her words made no sense, no matter. Dan remained hard. Laura would orgasm, shout more babbling joy, and then keep on fucking up and down reaching for her next joyous and passion driven peak. Finally she consumed every ounce of energy and collapsed. Laura's Baby wrapped her tight and held for comfort. He rolled her bare back toward the fireplace to let heat from the flames reach and caress bare skin. 

"We keep getting distracted Baby; you keep trying to empty that sack between your legs. You men are all alike, sex on the brain. If you see a girl's fuzzy pussy your pecker gets hard and just goes after it." 

"I hate to remind you of this Baby, but your pussy hasn't had any fuzz in as long as I remember, years for sure. One other minor point of distraction, you were the one who jumped me and tore my clothes off, left me naked on the floor, and had your way with me." 

"You're still a man and you loved it. That makes it your fault, your responsibility. I still want to talk about rings." 

"Go ahead Baby, rings, let's finish the topic and then we can screw one more time." 

"I have in my jewelry box, not yours my regular one, my mother's rings. The funeral home gave then to me before they closed the casket the last time." 

"I remember when you got them, you showed me. They were very old rings but beautiful and full of memories." Dan took a serious look on his face that carried into a stare at his hands in lap. 

"What are you thinking right now Baby? That whatever thought you have is clearly well inside your brain, your psyche." 

"We don't have a daughter to pass them on, not even a son who could give them to his bride." 

"Baby, we made that choice when I discovered . . . we made the choice together. We could have adopted but decided not to. I don't regret our lives and our choices Baby; I got through my years." They held one another in silence. 

"Dan Baby, Artsy is still probably within the window, almost certainly, but not much longer. If you two want to talk about children as a possibility I will not stand in the way." 

"Back to the rings, you have something in mind." 

Laura held out her left hand with the three rings on third finger. "We have talked about these three rings before. Dan, Baby, please hear me out on this; my idea is controversial. I am sure I want to wear a fourth ring. I want to be in some sense Mrs. Laura Harrison-Martell. You know what that means, right?" 

"I have an idea of how my rings can represent that desire. Greg and I finding a way for me to wear a fourth ring is another request that I know you can't decide in the here and now. I can't give the yes answer I so want to give without you with me Baby. There is a lot of symbolism involved; I understand that much. There is truly a lot of violating cultural symbolism in what I am suggesting." 

"I don't know if Mrs. Patron can help you with this one Baby. You must reach inside. Know this my Baby; I love you and I will understand, I will accept, and I will live with whatever your decision may be." 

Dan sat in silence trying to absorb what his wife just said. The ultimate extension of his simple statement at brunch on a Saturday long past that her rings, her Greg rings, were still in the jewelry box was now on the table. I have serious deep thinking ahead into who and what am I and what is marriage. My love for this woman and her love for me demand I look at every angle, every nuance. Can I live with our situation being more formal for Laura? What about my relationship with Artsy? Geez Louise now I am three people with Mrs. Patron on the side and links even beyond. 

"You're right Baby, no quick decision. My promise to you is I will give your thoughts my best. What about the rings though? Is that it?" 

"Jeweler and I have talked about a way to take the gold bands from the bottom of our engagement ring plus Greg's engagement ring and some of the gold from at least one of Mother's rings and merge them so that when I wear all of my rings all three of us are linked even more closely." 

"You may not be fertile in one way but you sure are upstairs. That's step two of the thinking about it process I would say." 

Laura excused herself and vanished up the stairs to their bedroom. When she returned about five minutes later Laura was no longer barefoot and she handed Dan his slippers then went to their stereo system. She loaded three CDs on the player and set controls to random. 

"Baby I have had enough of this heavy talk about rings, lovers and the like. Come dance with me while we enjoy the music and the sound of rain falling all around." 

For almost an hour Dan and Laura could have been at a dance club. A fast song or two would play and they would boogie around their den but eventually a slow ballad came up. They just so naturally melted into each other's arms as lovers. Laura tucked her head on her husband's shoulder and they mostly danced in place holding one another while swaying in time with the music. Their telephone ringing eventually interrupted them, Dan answered. 

"Hello, Martell residence!" 

"Hi Honey, slow day here, what are you two up to?" 

"Let me ask Laura." She was following the conversation and guessed they were invited to visit. "Laura says yes; what time do you want us?" 

"Okay, we will see you in an hour or so; love you Honey." 

Dan pulled his Baby close for a hug and kiss before he decided to turn off the music. He guided Laura to the sofa. "Let me pour one more mimosa each. I want to do a little recap before we get dressed and go to Mrs. Patron's home." 

"Okay Baby, go ahead, you start and I will follow." 

"Well, we talked a lot about the two of us, but really it was each with others, right? I mean you shared how important Greg was in your life and I shared about Artsy. Do you agree or want to add something?" 

"Yeah Baby I do; I want you to keep in mind how I feel about you and Artsy together, being a couple, is important to me and my ability to have a relationship with Greg. I really think that point I tried to make may be subtle but it is vital to how well you and I will be able to get along." 

"Okay, good, right, and I do understand and agree with you. That leads in to the next point. You and I are the primary couple here even though we both have someone else. Our ability to be together as one is crucial. We need to be able to talk like today always." 

Laura answered her total agreement to this point without words. Her arms enfolded husband and lips sealed his in a fervent kiss. Laura just held her Baby close after breaking kiss and snuggled under his chin. 

"We agreed that we have partners alongside; we agreed how important those partners are; we also agreed that we are important to each other; what we really didn't talk to is the how, the mechanics of making sure our commitments stay in balance, focused but never out of control and interfering with each other. Does what I just said make sense to you Baby?" 

"Yes Baby, we both have others but we come first. Let me say this about Greg: I love him, I want to be his wife, I want to be married to Greg when I can, when I am in California, but when I am here I am only your wife; there is no other when I am with you. You have a similar situation; you love both Artsy and Mrs. Patron. Your ability to express that love may be more difficult than mine because you live here and so do they. There is no clear break between you and I on one hand and your other loves. Think about them apples for a minute Baby." 

"You know girl, you may not be brilliant but you can be a pretty deep thinker. I can see why BL has you on the Board of Directors." 

"Here's my real point about that Dan Baby; Greg is important, Greg and Laura together is important to me, but nothing is as important to this lady Laura as Dan and Laura being a successful married couple. I hope your relationship with Artsy will fit that mold too." 

Dan held and kissed his lady. "I think we agree and understand each other perfectly. If we can keep this place those reservations I expressed about you and Greg, the ones Mrs. Patron helped me work through, are mooted." 

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"This is a bit unusual for us lately, only three here at the country club having dinner. Often at least LeeAnne is with us and sometimes LF too." 

"LeeAnne and LF are off doing girl things this evening. LeeAnne spends too much time with this old woman. She is still a young girl and needs to do young girl activities." 

"Now you ladies are making me feel old and like Artsy's father rather than her lover." 

Both Mrs. Patron and Laura laughed. "Daniel, you are maturing nicely and maybe there is a single grey hair or two on your head but you still have all of those hairs up there and you are still quite young and vigorous. That is one of the reason's I so enjoy when you share my bed those all too infrequent times you humor me. By no means can you be considered a father figure." 

The three close friends went silent as their waiter appeared. An almost unseen hand over Dan's shoulder delivered their appetizer, a large tray of calamari with small sauce bowls: pesto, garlic butter with coriander leaves, and a traditional red sauce. Hard rolls and garlic paste completed their first course. The country club dining room advertized this Italian home style dinner weeks in advance with reservations limited to one seating. Dan filled the wine glasses from the bottle of dry white that accompanied their Mediterranean meal. 

Conversation continued. Dan talked about their gallerymuseum project and asked Mrs. Patron to fill in the last two weeks of details as he had been tied up working his true position as commercial vice-president. Laura listened with fascination and asked a few questions to clarify points. Her biggest concern was the grand opening now less than six months away. Using her position on the board she would lead the Business Lady contingent plus accompany executives from Greg's law firm. Husband and Lover-fiancé together could get awkward based on past experience. 

"Baby, Mrs. Patron, I have a question; we need it on the table." 

Dan looked at his wife a bit surprised at the almost formal way she was raising her question. She sounded as though asking a business matter question as she would in a Board of Directors meeting. We are having a friendly dinner chat talking casually about a project that's not in her sphere of interest Dan thought to himself. Then he remembered the substantial millions she raised on the west coast supporting Mrs. Patron's vision. Laura's sphere of interest just expanded in her husband's mind. Dan rethought as he looked to his Baby, "I believe I understand." 




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 04



"I will have to invite, we want to invite, those big donors I solicited. Greg's law firm is one; he will probably be asked to represent them." 

Mrs. Patron nodded; she understood the simple part of the problem instantly and was looking deeper as she thought of Laura's statement. "Of course, he is going to be their proper and logical choice. Daniel, we are going to have to be proper hosts. As Executive Director you will have to be especially gracious. I hope that will not cause a problem." 

"Of course not, we will have no problem at all. Greg and I are not strangers; we have much in common, one lady in particular." Dan looked over at his wife and grinned but he reached for her hand and squeezed gently to let her know he was teasing. "Seriously now, Greg and I have been together many times with Laura present, sometimes as his lady, sometimes as mine. He is a professional and I do respect him. I think he feels the same about me although we have never discussed the matter. We both know how to act appropriately." 

"I can tell you he does Baby because Greg and I have discussed it both recently and in those prior years. I have received several spankings over my antics treating you. He has often told me of his feelings about you, always positive. He told me he proudly showed the Business Week article that mentioned you around his office." 

"Greg does know how to make my bottom sore when I deserve it." Laura also added very softly, "Often for no reason as well." Mrs. Patron heard and gave a soft chuckle but there was no indication Dan heard his wife's last remark at all. 

Mrs. Patron offered a suggestion, "Since your lover will have a dual status at our gala one of us should be his host. I do believe my home is best suited for that role." It didn't take long for both Dan and Laura to agree. 

"Baby, don't worry about Greg being here in Charlotte again. I am sure there will be times I have to be in San Francisco with you. We are all adults and can work things out." Dan leaned over for a polite public kiss and softly told his wife he would make sure she had sufficient private time for her lover and fiancé. Another thought blasted into Dan's awareness. 

"Fiancé may not be the correct term by then; it could be husband, isn't that right Baby?" 

Laura reached her left hand toward her two table mates. "When we talked about me possibly wearing a fourth ring we were talking along those lines Baby. We never came to a decision did we? Would you object to asking your very important mentor for her opinion?" 

Dan and Laura told of the discussions they had all through the soup course, a delicious but spicy zuppa de pesce fra di avolo and into the pasta course which was bland to counter the spicy soup. Mrs. Patron offered her opinion as they waited for the main course serving. 

"What you are suggesting is unusual to be sure. We all know what you want can not be legal, but there are ways around legalities, aren't there? You are both strong, proud and powerful individuals; in many ways the perfect couple. I do believe you two can make your part work. I am sure LeeAnne will adapt nicely to her role and I will do whatever I can to support her. The only unknown on my part is your fiancé Laura; I have met him only a few times but he does seem intelligent and reasonable. I give my blessing and am willing to be Mother of the Bride." Mrs. Patron chuckled, "Mother of the Husband as well and any other interested parties that need a mother figure." 

"Now let me ask a question if I may. The general subject is the same as yours my dear but you glossed over this question all too briefly. How do you propose to make your second marriage come about?" 

"I have done just a little bit of thinking about details. I've never shared these ideas with anyone, not my Greg, not our Daniel. I do not think even an informal wedding will be possible if performed in this country. An informal wedding could be performed but I do not think it could be kept quiet enough to work long term." Laura made eye contact with Mrs. Patron and then her Baby, neither seemed to object. 

"When Greg and I visited Puerto Vallarta I took him to that same beautiful old cathedral you and I discovered Baby. He loved it too." Again Laura eye checked for understanding. Dan clearly did understand and Mrs. Patron clearly did not Laura continued. "We would need to take our own minister; I am sure the priests at the cathedral would not be pleased. We did see some couples and small groups doing informal get-together-something while we were there. You and I saw them Baby and so did Greg and I see the same sort of groups." 

"The cathedral in PV is one possibility and I think we could pull that off. If so I can be married in a church for my second time. I do like that idea; it seems to add just a hint of tradition and legitimacy. My other idea is on the beach at St. Maarten. The beach at dawn sounds so romantic for a wedding so that is still a possibility." 

"Laura, Daniel, I am very much a traditionalist about things like weddings. If you are holding a small plebiscite my dear then my vote is for the cathedral. Daniel, I expect you to give the bride, you really must; it will be important to your wife and I do believe to your long term marital health." Laura mouthed a silent thank you to the older woman who was clearly on her side for whatever possible reason. 

"Thank you to both of my favorite people at this table for their contributions to my future marriage and general happiness. I guess I will tell Greg when I see him next to send his tuxedo out for fall cleaning and to start practicing his Spanish." 

"I love you Baby. I am not sure I deserve someone as good for me as you, but I am so glad I love you and you love me." 

 

 

Chapter 11 -- Wedding and A Future 

With her husband, and just as important Mrs. Patron, on board with a second wedding ceremony no matter if legal, the time to get the prospective second groom involved was now at hand. Laura understood she needed a little more private time on the west coast, either in San Jose or San Francisco, maybe both, than her normally hectic schedule allowed. That corporate jet sure would be handy right now, wouldn't it girl? I wonder if, no that would be asking too much. Oh hell, we get along great; she can ask her husband and all he can say is no. Laura decided to call the President's wife. 

"Hi, it's Laura, how have you been lately?" 

"Oh no, I'm still here in my home in Charlotte, I will be coming out there late this week or the weekend. I haven't made travel plans yet." 

"Yes, we must get together, maybe a cocktail hour. We can wink at the good looking men while we visit and pretend we are young girls again." 

Both laughed at Laura's young girls joke; they made routine conversation and catch up girl talk. Laura asked Wife to recall the dinner party and conversation about Laura's lover Greg. She bemoaned that carrying on an affair was complicated by a two-job, two-home, cross-country-travel lifestyle. Of course Wife could understand time management problems, especially where busy husbands were involved. After a bit more chit chat Laura decided it was time to ease the conversation closer toward her objective placing the call. 

"What I really need to do is squeeze some extra time into my trip. I need to get out to San Francisco earlier, say Friday mid-day and have Greg take the afternoon off. You do recall talking about consummating things don't you?" 

The two laughed again heartily, "I thought you would remember that part of the diner conversation. Your husband told me you brought it up several times as you brought him up." Laura's last pun brought peals of laughter through the telephone earpiece. 

"Now that you mention, there might be a way you could help. Could you suggest to him how convenient it would be for one of the Board members if the corporate jet happened to land at Charlotte on its way back to San Francisco Friday?" 

"You will? Oh thank you sweet lady; you just don't know how much that fast little jet helps with travel. Bless you! Call and let me know what he says." 

Laura's ploy succeeded. She was at the executive terminal at ten Friday morning when the Business Lady jet pulled to a stop. The attendant escorted her on board and helped stow the small travelling case she carried. The plane began to taxi as soon as the door closed. This trip she would have company. Two other board members, both New York City residents, had a Business Lady related conference scheduled over the weekend in San Francisco. They greeted each other warmly and had a mini board meeting during the four plus hour trip. The Business Lady limousine was waiting when the company jet landed. Even after dropping her two travel companions at their hotel Laura still greeted Francisco before twelve-thirty. 

"Welcome home gracious lady. The car you requested has been delivered and is in your parking space in the garage. What time will you need it today?" 

"Thank you Francisco, I will be leaving in about an hour. I need to be in San Jose at my lover's home by two-thirty. Could you be a dear and have it out front for me?" 

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Laura had requested at least one bottle of champagne chilled and waiting; Greg had several bottles of Taittinger in his refrigerator. Laura opened, poured and served. She offered a most simple toast, "To us." The toast was totally appropriate for today's subject. 

"Greg, we are living in sin and I am tired of denying to god who and what we are. I want to be married and I want that marriage to be to you, with you, Laura and Greg; will you marry me Greg Harrison and make me Mrs. Laura Martell-Harrison?" 

"I love you my darling lady; of course I want to accept your proposal and marry you. I hate to be the one who brings practical technicalities, even precedence, to our relationship but I am a lawyer in case you have let that slip away." 

"I first proposed to you, so to speak, years ago when I gave that diamond ring. You wore that ring alone for three weeks and then you returned to Dan who is your one and only lawful husband. I was proud to be with you but I understood what you felt you had to do. That is why I live here now." 

"Baby, I now reject one and only. I know why you live out here; I know I caused your move. If you recall I cried crocodile tears at the office going away party when you left. I needed to mature and you needed to get away to make our marriage possible. I want two husbands. I want you to be my new husband while I keep Dan as present husband. If Josephine Baker could conduct her own service in Mexico I can conduct mine if you will have me." 

Laura sunk to her knees. Normally on knees was a position for the often violent oral sex she and Greg practiced. In a sense their affair began with Laura on knees under his desk. When she told her husband of that first time he roared with laughter at her stereotypical behavior. Now she was supplicant asking for her lover's hand in marriage. "Greg Harrison, please say yes to Laura Martell's proposal." 

She held her left hand forward. Greg Harrison did likewise; he kneeled facing the woman he would marry. "I love you Laura Martell; of course I accept your proposal of marriage. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Laura Martell-Harrison?" 

"Yes my Darling, yes I will be your bride, your wife and your lover until the end of time." Laura produced a small jewelry box. "As I wear your ring as symbol of our betrothal I have this ring for you as well. May I place it on your finger?" 

Greg was confused; men do not wear an engagement ring was the first thought in his mind. He and Laura were not about to enter a traditional marriage. Why not wear a male engagement ring? He gave his left hand; Laura slipped the ring along third finger. The ring fit perfectly. Greg looked to his lover with a question in his eyes. 

"I had our jeweler make it. He knows your ring size. He and I worked out the design with the diamond in the center flanked by an emerald for your birthstone and a ruby for mine. It is modest and it is masculine. The stones are set low and surrounded by the ridge of gold to protect them. You are not at all used to wearing a ring with a high set stone and will not be able to learn to automatically protect it before hurting yourself or the ring. If anyone gives you crap about it, send them to me and I'll use the big whip on them." 

"It is beautiful and it fits perfectly. He really is a great jeweler and he can make almost anything with gold and silver. I will wear it proudly for you and for me Darling." 

Ecstatic with tears in eyes Laura tried her best to shout out her joy though her words were muffled by kisses. With couple still on knees, kissing continued. Greg agreed to marry her, how to make that occur became Laura's next life mission. She knew well what she wanted for first step. 

"Take me to our bed my Darling man. Screw me tenderly, fuck me savagely. I want to make all of my lady friends green with envy when I tell them exactly how and how well you have consummated our love." 

Greg carried his woman to the bedroom caveman fashion with Laura draped over his shoulder and legs leading the way kicking. He undressed her and then himself. "See this cock fat and hard to ravish you. I will fuck you tonight and cum. You will suck until I get hard again and we will fuck again. You will suck and we will fuck until I can no longer get hard or it falls off, whichever comes first." 

Laura went to her back in the middle of the bed with legs straight to ceiling and spread. "Come fuck me Baby." Greg complied with all the power in his loins. Emotion overwhelmed the couple and the climaxed easily together rapidly. After recovery Laura bent to her suck for revival mission. Baby responded; second sexing was doggie style and as vigorous as their first but much, much longer lasting. 

They rested finishing the first bottle of champagne before Laura sucked her man to full hard again. She rubbed lotion back there to facilitate the friction she knew she desired. "My ass this time Darling, fuck me in the ass as only you and your oh so fat cock can do. I want to feel you into next week." 

On and on and on their sex continued through the night. Laura and Greg would take a break for more champagne; sometimes they would take brief cat naps after exhausting each other in orgasm. When they awoke they continued their loving. Laura always sucked her Baby's cock to hard and Greg always responded with more fucking: ass, pussy, mouth, slow, tender, fast, hard, furious; they fucked until dawn. With almost no sleep and no ability to recall just how often they sexed during these past twelve hours Laura led the way to kitchen and the juice and especially coffee which seemed to revive them. 

As Laura was cleaning their dishes and putting them up, she looked over shoulder to her Baby. She spread her legs and slapped her bare rump loudly to gain attention. "You haven't fucked me in this kitchen yet my love; you know how kitchens turn me on. Come get me now." 

Their kitchen fuck was grand finalé. Greg added a hard spanking of Laura's bottom as exclamation point. They retired to bed once again but this time to sleep through the day not waking until the sun began settling into the Pacific Ocean. Laura's proposal of marriage and Greg's acceptance was well and truly consummated. 

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"What was that you said yesterday about Joseph somebody and their wedding in Mexico?" 

"Not Joseph Baby, Josephine; she was a black woman from St. Louis at the turn of last century. She was a performer but run out of the country because she was black." 

"That sucks Laura but times have changed, you know that. What does she have to do with us?" 

"Josephine Baker became a star in Paris, at the Folies Bergere. She was married twice here in the U. S., short marriages to assholes; she dumped and divorced them. She was married twice in France and both of those ended in divorce too." Laura paused to make connection with her Baby. 

"She was a star in France but had bad luck in marriage. Princess Grace and Sophia Loren were her friends, but she couldn't keep the right man by her side. She gave it one more try but on her terms. She and her fifth husband, Robert Brady, went into a church in Mexico and said their vows to each other, no priest, no nothing, just two people sharing vows of marriage." 

"Wow, what happened to them?" 

"They remained together as a couple until Josephine died a few years later. Their private vows worked for them and they can work for us Baby. They will work for us." 

> > > - - < < < 

When Laura returned to her San Francisco condo late Sunday afternoon she felt exhausted. Not in seven years had she been so thoroughly fucked by her to-be second husband. As she had very honestly told Dan more than once no matter how good, how hard, how many times he screwed her in a session he could never do the things to body, mind and soul that Greg could. She knew her husband Dan was a very good lover; she told him often. Laura had no doubt that Artsy found him a far better lover than that failure she married to run away from her love for Dan. She knew from conversation and observation how much sexual pleasure Dan gave Mrs. Patron. For this one particular woman, Laura Martell about-to-add-Harrison, Dan could just not touch her in the places and in the same way Greg Harrison touched. 

With glow of sexual exhaustion comforting her brow Laura poured a brandy and curled up on her sofa to consider next steps. There were questions she had to ask and then answers to provide. This wedding would be a one woman job. The interrogatives of the English language are short simple one syllable words: What, Where, When, Who, How. 

What and Where had mostly fixed answers now. The answer to What would be an informal wedding to marry Mrs. Martell with Mr. Greg Harrison. Also included as part of an answer to the What question must be the absolute support of Mr. Daniel Martell, Laura's lawful husband. Without Dan none of Laura's hopes and dreams would be possible. Since Greg didn't balk at Puerto Vallarta as a suitable place for their wedding, Laura was sure her Baby would have preferred on the beach at St. Maarten, the Where question was answered in Laura's mind. She wanted a church wedding in the cathedral in Puerto Vallarta Mexico. A ceremony in the cathedral would add an aura of legitimacy her totally preposterous second marriage wedding was going to need. 

With two questions settled easily Laura quieted her brain and slowly sipped her brandy. Mrs. Laura Martell-Harrison, her new married name slipped into her brain and Laura smiled; she said the new name aloud twice. Her mind returned to wedding planning mode. The next question must be When; weddings are in June. I can be a June bride one more time. Aloud she spoke to no one, "Yes, June, Dan and I married in June; Greg and I will marry in June. I will be a June bride one more time." 

Okay, three down, let's try Who. Laura smiled this should be easy; she let her mind run through the cast of characters. Greg and I of course, can't have a wedding without the couple getting married, and I know we have to find a minister here to take with us. Dan must be with me and he will certainly want Artsy at his side. Mrs. Patron would have a fit if she couldn't attend. I wonder if we should invite Celeste? I was Greg's secretary when we began our affair; it would be fitting to invite his current secretary. Is there anyone else at Greg's new law firm? Oh, I didn't even think of my Business Lady friends; Liaison just must be my Matron-of-Honor. Do I need to invite President and his wife? Oh my goodness I can't forget my Executive Sisters back in Charlotte. Charlotte, oh god, I forgot all about LF. 




Still Faithful, Always Pt. 04



"Help, help, help me someone. I need some sanity." 

Laughing at herself Laura poured another brandy and looked at her watch, just past six pm. It's nine in Charlotte and I haven't talked to Dan since I kissed him goodbye Friday morning; I better call. He will still be with Mrs. Patron and Artsy I am sure, but probably not much longer. Laura dialed, she could hear the rings, Artsy answered. 

"Hi Artsy, how are you? It is so good to hear a woman's voice again; I've been with only men for the past few days." 

"Have you been taking good care of our Baby?" 

"Artsy Honey, you have him all week and you can use our house too. I know Dan can't stay away from home all week with me gone. He is your man now too; stay with him." 

"Hi Baby, love you so much. I just wanted to share a few love words with you before I get wrapped up in Business Lady doings during the week." 

"Awww, that is sweet of you Baby, I do love you so much." 

"So everything is okay there at home? Nothing burned down over the weekend?" 

"Yes, Greg and I had a great time together, all at his place this time. I just got back home a couple of hours ago and I am sore all over from you know what." 

"Yes, you are right, it is a good sore and I smiled every mile of the drive to and from San Jose. I hope you and Artsy have the same sort of smiles for the same reasons." 

"Okay, kiss Artsy and Mrs. Patron for me. Baby I told her but I'll tell you, take her home with you at least once or twice. Love you! Bye-bye." 

> > > - - < < < 

At lunch later that week with her best girlfriend Liaison Laura shared her matrimony plans. "Alright girlfriend, here's the plan. You are going to be my Matron-of-Honor. I am getting married in that cathedral we visited in Puerto Vallarta Mexico this coming June. I still have a lot of details to work out but your job between now and June is keep Laura from going crazy. You are also my number two in working out the wedding details." 

"Laura, you are really going to marry Greg without divorcing Dan? You're just nuts but knowing you everything will work out perfectly. You always have had the magic. You go girl!" 

> > > - - < < < 

Laura also had to let some folks in Charlotte know of her plans. At one of the monthly Friday lunches her Executive Sisters always scheduled Laura held court. "You all remember Greg I am sure and the affair he and I had back then. Well, we have resumed that affair." With the simple 'we have resumed' Laura got all of her Executive Sisters to drop other conversations and focus solely on her. Sex trumped all topics and illicit sex was always top of the mountain. 

"This time Greg and I are going all the way. I am going to marry him in a personal ceremony in Mexico this coming June. I will have two husbands; Dan as husband here in Charlotte and Greg will be my husband in San Francisco." 

Two of the sisters announced as duet, "You can't do that, it's illegal!" 

The senior Executive Sister broke into the conversation, "Now wait a minute girls." She stared down all for quiet and attention. "Our sister Laura works two part time jobs on two coasts and gets paid as though they are full time at each job. Hell, they pay for her to fly back and forth first class except when they send the private jet for her. She is on the Board of Directors for one of the firms she works for and I'll bet she gets paid extra for that too." 

Laura broke a shy grin and nodded her head admitting that she was paid extra for being on the board at Business Lady. 

"As long as Dan either agrees or never finds out, and if she doesn't run afoul of the IRS, I think someone who has already worked two sweetheart deals like she has can probably have as many damned husbands as she wants. Who is going to stop her?" 



That last question broke laughter around the table. Laura decided she ought at least buy champagne to celebrate so she waved for the waitress and ordered two bottles. As she poured and served she invited all of her sister friends to come to Puerto Vallarta for her wedding. Giggles and good natured ribbing accompanied the six ladies through their lunch. Everyone wanted to drop all and fly off to Mexico to attend Laura at her illicit wedding. 

Once again the senior sister had to interject reality. "We can't all be gone at the same time. Can you imagine leaving just the lawyers to run the firm for a week? We would have chaos for months when we got back." 

The Executive Sisters were half an hour later than usual returning from lunch and they all wore big smiles when they returned to their desks and reactivated their telephones. The office grapevine spread the news to the remaining support staff before going home time that day. Even a few of the lawyers, the ones Greg directly supervised when he worked at the firm, learned of their former boss's upcoming nuptials. 

> > > - - < < < 

Once more at a restaurant table, she and Liaison having a working girls lunch, another wedding task came to resolution. "Okay girlie, while you have been away playing at legal secretary back east I have been diligently working my pretty tail off trying to get you married. I think I may have solved one of your problems." 

"And what might that be my Matron-of-Honor, I already have a prospective bridegroom." 

"Yes dearie, you have a groom and his healthy parts but you still need one other man; I think the he is normally referred to as a Man-of-the-Cloth. This one, however, I would not look too hard at the cloth and what may or may not be underneath." 

"What in hell are you talking about Liaison? Don't look under the cloth, if I do look what will I find?" 

"I think he might well be the kind of preacher that goes naked under his robes and I am not taking any bets on how often he bathes his robes or what's under either. Understand now girlfriend, he is a hippie preacher complete with beard and sandals?" 

"Wherever did you find this hippie preacher wonder?" 

"Where else, The Haight!" 

When Laura proved ignorant of San Francisco geography and its cultural significance Liaison had to explain about the Haight Ashbury district as center of the hippie movement in the 1960s and '70s. "There are still a bunch of old hippies in San Francisco and they still hang there; this guy has some kind of people's church." 

"Okay, I believe you. Does this preacher have a name?" 

"Don't laugh Laura; you've got to promise me not to laugh." Liaison dug in her purse and pulled out a business card. She handed the card over, "His name is Reverend Sing Praise High. That's what the card says -- Reverend Sing Praise High, Arch-Minister of the Church of Loving Hearts." 

"Please don't tell me there are ministers and sub-ministers of this Loving Heart Church too. Where the hell did you find this quack?" 

"He had an ad in the Weekly Rag. That's the paper that lists what bands are playing in all the clubs and has the crazy personal ads too. His real name is probably Joe Not Too Bright or something vanilla like that." 

"Reverend Sing Praise High?" Laura shook her head and waived for the waitress. She knew she just absolutely had to have a stiff drink to finish this conversation. "What time can we meet him?" Laura pulled out her cell phone and pushed a speed dial number. 

"Stan, it's Laura. Will it kill things in the works if Liaison and I take the afternoon off? Something has come up with my damned wedding plans that will take both of us to resolve." 

"Oh good, you're the best Stan, anything you want except sex just name it. If it's sex you want Liaison will take care of you." Stan could hear Liaison's good natured scream and the laughter of two of his best employees as he hung up his phone. He could only shake his head and prepare some humor for tomorrow at the coffee pot. 

Liaison handled the introduction. Laura understood immediately that Reverend High was properly named. He was smoking one of the funny cigarettes that she was sure fathered the man's name. The good reverend was also barefooted wearing cut-off-to-knees ragged cuff jeans and a flowery Hawaiian shirt. His beard had been neither trimmed nor cut in weeks or longer. In spite of the visual appearance Laura was entranced by the man's voice. His was the type of voice that inspired women to immediately begin removing their clothes. He would be perfect to perform the ceremony. 

"I love your appearance and your voice Reverend High, you are hired. I will give you the exact dates in June quite soon. Make sure your passport is in order. I will handle all transportation and hotel arrangements. What else could there be?" 

"You haven't mentioned my fee at all my dear, my fee is important." 

"Yes, you are correct, fees are important. I assume you have made the IRS aware of the tax exempt status of your church. Let's say a service fee of one thousand dollars for performing the wedding and . . .," Laura could see in the man's eyes he was expecting a little more, ". . . a tax deductable contribution to your Loving Heart Church of another five thousand dollars." An ear wrapping smile graced the man's face. With Liaison's help Laura had just solved another problem on the road to the altar. 



> > > - - < < < 

With most wedding details falling into place nicely Laura decided she needed to have at least one more conversation with her current husband, with Dan and Artsy really. She gathered them around their back yard table after brunch on a Saturday morning. "We are going to need something to drink for this conversation guys; I am not sure just champagne is the correct lubricant. Which is your preferred poison, Mimosa or brandy?" 

"Neither of those for me, either a screwdriver or vodka tonic, I lean toward the latter." Both women voted screwdriver but Laura suggested Dan get the makings for both. Finally they were ready for conversations. 

"My wedding in June is pretty much a given; you've already said yes Baby and I love you for that much. What I think the three of us need to figure out is our future and how we get there after the wedding." 

"Artsy, just as you needed to start rebuilding your relationship with my Baby by talking with me I need to find the way to my two husband future, especially my way to the future with this loving husband, by asking you some questions." Artsy nodded her understanding by taking a drink from her glass and saluting Laura with her drink. 

"Are you and my Baby going to have a ceremony? I know you can't do what I am doing. I am sure you won't do something this elaborate." 

"I don't know Laura . . . it's just th . . .No!" Artsy reached with left hand for Dan's right; he squeezed and leaned closer to his lover and kissed her neck softly. Artsy closed her eyes and accepted his tenderness. Finally she was ready to try and answer Laura's question. 

"It will be two more months before my final decree Laura, nothing is possible until then; anything Dan and I might want could be used against me and interfere with the whole damned process. You remember about my lawyer Lester MacDaniel? He was emphatic, lay low. So nothing for a while as far as Dan is concerned." Artsy paused again going private inside herself with her thoughts. 

"If we do anything, if Dan and I ever do anything it will be very, very private. It has to be that way for me or I can't live with myself." Artsy paused and looked into the other woman's eyes. "Laura, I am not going to criticize what you are doing with Greg; that's your business. I love you of a sort, but I don't like the way you are going about you and Greg. That's just me." 

"You know I have never been afraid to speak my mind about how you and Greg act. You know why. I cringe when you hurt Dan. I cringe because when he hurts I hurt. You know that; you have talked to me about that fact." 

"If Dan and I have a sharing of some sort of vows it may be sitting under the shade of that big live oak in Mrs. Patron's back yard. It may well be just two people holding hands and agreeing to share what little bit of life they can have together." Once again Artsy turned to Dan who was still close. With her off hand she pulled him in for a kiss that lingered and grew to an exchange of passion. Artsy pressed her forehead to her Honey's head. The action appeared to be their special form of mind meld but it was simply a way to share the intensity their love could reach. Laura watched her husband and his lover with silent respect before she finally spoke to break the spell. 

"You two are so beautiful together. I love seeing how tenderly you relate to each other. I can see your love. Seeing you be tender together makes me happy and not jealous at all." Dan sprouted an aw shucks grin; Artsy looked down to her hands in lap. 

"At very most we might try to add those people we are very, I mean extremely, close to: you, Mrs. Patron, probably LF and Interior Decorator but no more than those few. That's my feeling Laura; Dan and I have never talked it through so he may have other ideas. I could not do what you are doing and I don't think my Honey, your Baby, could live with himself any more than I could if we tried to splash." 

Artsy ended her dissertation on a vibrant positive pitch conveying no sense of animosity. She reached to Laura and shared a hug and kiss to make sure the woman understood her point of view. 

"I do understand completely Artsy. Let me change focus a little to Dan and I and how we need to be to keep this okay current place a continuing okay place and hopefully get even better. I'm concerned about time Baby, having enough time for all we have going on and still have enough time for you and me being together. That was a problem in the past; it was a problem I caused and I don't want that again." 

"Baby, I hear what you are saying. I have a feeling you are going to try to spend more time out there. I hope you don't go too far again. Time is an issue because there is not much we can do to stretch time. What we can do is try our best to make quality use of the time we do have. We can't do too many things on our own or we eat into what time we really need being together." 

"I know there is one thing I want to start that will be one more together thing we do; you will be involved too Artsy. I want both of you to teach me about the art world you two live in. I want to be more than a naked body on canvas." 

Laura's suggestion brought a peal of laughter from all three. She picked up the others glasses and went off to get refills. Over her shoulder she called out, "More than a waitress too." When Laura returned with fresh drinks her Baby and Artsy were still laughing with her. 

"You're right Baby, getting more deeply involved with what this pretty lady and I, Mrs. Patron and our mutual friend LF as well, do in the art world is what I was talking about when I said we need quality time together. You would also be more firmly involved in our main circle of friends." Dan paused and a wicked smirk shaped his face. He bit off a quiet chortle before pressing into territory he knew would draw punishment from his Baby. 

"If you have trouble picking up what we do you could combine the modeling and waitress skills you've already mastered and be our topless barmaid." 

Dan was absolutely correct about his punishment. His Baby rushed him and slapped him about shoulders and head with both hands. "You Jerk!" Artsy called encouragement, "Hit him again Laura; hit him again for that sexist crap." Laura kept swinging but lightly; she finally sat in her Baby's lap, laughed and showered him with kisses. 

After recovery from the fun times Laura asked Dan what he needed from her to make more quality time together. "I have two points, important points; first I do need to spend time with Mrs. Patron and Artsy here on our turning Mrs. Patron's home into a gallery-museum project. We can try to schedule intense work when you are on the west coast but that will not always be possible. I don't think there are many ways we can include you in the planning process. After we open things will ease up and there are probably more things we can do together." Laura nodded her understanding. 

"The second point I want to make, it goes back to the issue of quality time, is vacations. When you were with Greg the last time you reserved all of your vacation time for him. We never took a single vacation together those four years." 

Laura tried to object, that couldn't be true that they never, but then she stopped objecting. He knew Dan was correct in his accusation. "I was a nasty shit Baby; I am so ashamed of the way I acted in so many ways. I'll do better and if you see me slipping call me on it. You too Artsy, just jump in and shake me back to where I need to be." 

The conversation continued through the afternoon. Most of the suggestions and discussions were quite positive. Both Dan and Laura understood what they wanted to achieve. Artsy often served as referee helping one or the other explain or make a point. When the last screwdriver, the last vodka tonic, was drained as far as these three could say Laura's wedding with Greg was still a go. 

> > > - - < < < 

Dan became Laura's shopping consultant helping find the perfect wedding dress. One Saturday they began early, visited half a dozen department stores and smaller boutiques, looked at dozens of dresses and Laura tried on at least ten, all rejected. Late in the day Dan suggested a boutique operated by a woman he had met several times at gallery openings. 

Owner and Dan hugged a greeting; the atmosphere started to get confusing when he introduced Laura as wife and announced what they were looking for. "Mother of the bride you mean?" 

""No, I am being unusual but I am going to marry my lover in a simple ceremony in Mexico so I will be the bride. We've been shopping all day and I am exhausted. Can you help us by showing something simple?" 

Dan amplified Laura's request. "Instead of something simple think something primitive, maybe that will help." Shop Owner retreated behind a curtain and returned in a few minutes. "You're a six, right?" Laura nodded. "I thought so; take a look at these three." 

Owner held each dress for display on hanger spreading hem and top to give best view to her customers. Dan pointed and said "Yes" to the second dress but owner pressed on. "Let's see that second one again. I think it's the one you want Baby." 

"Is he as good with women's fashion as he is with art?" 

"My Baby is even better, simply the best with women's clothing. That's why I have him at my side. Well, it's one of the reasons but only one. Let me get a better look, please." 

The dress Dan pointed out was simple in shape, not at all fitted, with short sleeves and it fell to knee length. There were three layers of cotton gauze, sheer individually but quite properly opaque together. Laura went to the dressing room to try on and returned a few minutes later. She did her best fashion model runway strut twisting and turning to give the dress a proper display. 

"It looks perfect on you Baby; the fit works, it flows well when you move, the dress looks great and you look great wearing it. How does it feel to you?" 

"Wearing this dress I almost feel like I am wearing a nightgown. It is light and comfortable." 

"Well, we are all adults and understand what comes next after the wedding ceremony, a dress that feels like a nightgown is appropriate, isn't it?" 

"For a two husband whore like me it should have some red to be my scarlet badge or maybe hooker black. What do you think Baby, should we take this or keep looking for something with just a hint of color splash?" 

Shop Owner was appalled at Laura's self deprecating remark but jumped in to save the sale. "A good seamstress could add a border of red ribbon to each sleeve that would still look natural and give the color splash you are looking for."